for ms_saxon

[fromoutofthejar]

He wanted to see her, to talk to her. Just talk really, and dance: perhaps even get some dinner. He made his way quietly to her apartment, or at least the one she was currently staying at. His trainers crunched under a patch of snow. His jeans were slightly worn, but quite comfortable. He wore a long wool jacket, under it some randomly patterned button up. He had a scarf around his neck and his hair was as untamed as usual.

John Smith was no longer just the Doctor's clone.