Actions and Consequences (for yourunclerudy)

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Normally, sleeping somewhere else other than her own bed meant Clara Oswalf would have a restless night and a very early start. But it had nothing to do with sexual partners or places she didn't know well. Anywhere but her bed did the trick! It had even taken her a while to get used to the bedroom the Doctor had designated for her in the TARDIS.

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[yourunclerudy]

It was Rudy Too that woke up first; he was a very light sleeper, and just the beeping of Clara's mobile as she swiped the screen and went about her business was enough to wake him up. His eyelids fluttered open and he gazed up at her, not saying anything at first, just looking. She was beautiful in the morning, before she put on makeup or did anything with her messy hair, Finlay's clothes all rumpled from her sleep. He liked looking at her. Rudy One had brought home a really lovely girl this time.

"Is everyfin awrite?" he asked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat and swung his legs over the side of the couch, pulling his blanket down as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. His stubborn hair sticking up every which way.

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Clara was so lost in her own worries, re-reading those texts over and over again. She was so distracted on her own thoughts that Too's voice caught her completely by surprise, making her jump on her spot. "Yes!" Her hand found hr chest, as if trying to hold her heart in place. The answer had been an automathic once, since it was clear by her long face that things were far from being okay

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"They- They've suspended ye?!" Too exclaimed, wide awake now, his eyes fully open, looking at her with guilt written all over his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, Clara. I'm really, really proper sorry..." It was all his fault. He should never have let Rudy One go to that party at Saunders'. Nothing good ever came of him spending time with that... that junkie freak. Frowning deeply, he couldn't help but feel responsible for Clara losing her job. It was his actions that had caused it, after all. Or well, if not his actions, then the actions of a very big part of him.

He stood up slowly, heading over to her, pulling at the bottom of his shirt. "How- How long are they suspendin' ye for?" he asked. "Are they gonna pay ye, at least?"

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"A few days, it seems," the texts had been detailed enough to tell her that her life was going down the dumpster, but still lacked some details. The headmistress was surely saving that information for the moment when she'd give the newest member of her staff a long, painful lecture. "Not pay, that as much they told me already."

She glanced down at Rudy's sleeping figure, suddenly worried about how loud they were being. She couldn't help but feel sorry and stroke his messy morning hair down. Maybe he had been temptation itself, a tad bit of a bad influence. But no one but Clara was to blame here for her own actions.

It was hard to miss the way Too nervously pulled on his shirt, an action she's mostly seen on nervous little children before. Bless him, he was so worried about her and he barely knew her.

"At least they didn't fire me," she pointed out, putting on her big girl pants as she forced a tired smile.

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"Yeah, at... At least that." Too knew it could have been much worse. Rudy One had a great talent for throwing a wrecking ball through other peoples' lives. Not to mention their own.

"Have a sit down," he gently urged, reaching out and taking her softly by the arm, leading her to the sofa where he'd spent the night. The cushions still warm from his body heat. "I'll make ye a cuppa tea and some Ready-Brek."

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Clara carefully stepped over Rudy and away from their shared bed, following Toulouse. She felt powerless, a tad drained as she was doing her best to ignore the hangover that was making the back of her brain pulse in pain.

"Thank you, Too," she said as she took a seat, noticing that not only his warmths still radiated from the cushions, but also that her bum was dipping into the shape his body had left on the old, leather seats. "You're truly too kind."

Clara blamed it on the fact that she had never met a pair of twins before, because it was a twisted mind game. She couldn't help but feel as if she was talking to, even getting to know better, the bloke she had felt attracted enough to take things past drunken mistletoe kisses.

"I've hadn't have Ready-Brek in years," she commented, lowering her gaze with guilt.

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"Haven't ye?" Too replied, a big happy smile starting to spread over his face. "Then ye been missin' out! I love Ready-Brek, me. Chocolate, with bananas sliced into it. That's our favourite." He hesitated for a moment, then gestured to Rudy One's sleeping form. "Er... me 'n me brother, I mean." He went over to the cabinets, taking out the little packets of oats and two bowls. He opened the packets and poured the contents in each bowl, then ran some water from the taps over them.

"We ent got any bananas today though," he explained. "It were someone's turn to go down the shop this week, and he didn't, so, we're out of a lot of stuff." He popped the first bowl in the microwave, setting the timer and pressing start.

"Reckon I'll just go down the shop in a bit," he sighed. "Honestly, if it weren't down to me, nothin' would ever get done around 'ere!"

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Clara did a terrible job at trying to suppress a smile when Too rightfully picked on his brother. And now that his twin said those things, she could easily picture Rudy as that sort of bloke, lazy when it came to that sort of homely tasks. "He's making you work twice as much, huh? Bless."

Still anxious over the awful news, Clara had to force herself to put down her phone, luckily finding a clear spot on the crowded coffee table.

"D'you reckon he'll sleep for long? Because no matter how much noise he makes, he's truly knocked out." Rudy deserved the rest though, she didn't have the heart to try and purposely wake him. "I mean, if that's the case, I could really do with giving you a hand with anything that needs to get down." He shrugged. "I could do with making myself busy," she told him, trying the most selfish attempt to it, not wanting to face that it wouldn't be much of a drag to spend some time with Toulouse.

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Too just smiled. "He usually sleeps 'til noon," he explained. "Sometimes longer. Depends what he got up to the night before." And judging by the stories they'd come home telling - an alien, and jail and all - he'd gotten up to quite a lot, not to mention the fact that they'd both been loaded.

"I, er..." He gave her a sheepish smile. "I actually could use a hand, if- If ye really don't mind."

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Clara considered her options for a moment. As much as she did not want Rudy to wake all by himself, she knew that the bad news had completely erased any chances of letting her go back to sleep, nevermind as much as 'til noon.

"I don't mind, honestly," she assured him. "I'm completely awake now and don't have any books or anything with me." She considered leaving things like that, but couldn't help explaining herself a little further. "And I can't just let you do all the work, you deserve a little rest too."

Kneeling by the bed she and Rudy ahd shared, Clara stroked back the sticky hair that refused to leave his forehead. She placed a kiss on top of it then, before standing and stepping away. "Can we leave him a note? Just in case he wakes up."

[yourunclerudy]

Too smiled, though he was unable to ignore the little pang of jealousy that struck him when he watched Clara stroke One's hair so tenderly. It was always going to be Rudy One, wasn't it? No wonder he spent all his time with the elderly these days. They were the only ones who would have him.

"Oh, sure," he said, gesturing to the whiteboard on the fridge. "Just write down whatever ye like and we can go off to the shops. We'll probably be back long before he wakes up, but... Just in case," he agreed.

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While Rudy Too heated up his own bowl of Ready-Brek, Clara gathered her clothes, deciding to get dressed. It was a bit of a shame, since the pajamas she'd borrowed from Rudy's mates were truly comfortable and too cozy.

After asking Too for directions, she found the bathrooms and slipped into the clothes she'd chosen to celebrate Christmas in. The mini-skirt was not the most warm thing she could have chosen and she now realized that her cardigan smelt of a few of the things that had been smoked or drank at the party where she ahd met Rudy.

She returned, folded Finlay's clothes and left them on top of a chair. Taking a seat, she enjoyed breakfast with Toulouse, commenting between spoonfuls that the cereal was bringing a deja-vu feeling along with some childhood memories.

By the time they were done, she decided to tackle the whiteboard, thikning about what she wanted to write in case Rudy woke up. She decided to keep it simple, straight to the point, but leaving bellow a couple of hugs and kisses represented by exes and oes.

[yourunclerudy]

Another small, sad smile greeted the short, sweet message that Clara had left on the whiteboard, and Too turned away before she could see the longing in his eyes. They walked quietly down the hall to the front doors.

"Ye really fancy 'im, don't ye?" he asked as they emerged out into the sunny, cold December morning. "Me... Me brother."

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"Talk about being forward!" Clara could not help turning to give a bit of a shocked and amused look at the one brother with the artist's name.

Shaking her head, she focused her gaze on their way, her brain trying to organize her thoughts. It had been a right away meeting part of the family situation, and that sort of meetins always were a bit tricky in a way. Clara never thought it would be so complicated. Talking about her feelings to her date's doppleganger was quite a new experience.

"He's sweet and... And he makes me laugh. A lot." Passionate, caring, he truly seemed to have a thing for her as well, so her ego was even fed on that front. "Things have felt like one big adventure since we met." A dangerous one, but despite of the aliens and near-death experiences, things were normal. Rudy turned normal events into crazy situations.

"And it helps that he's quite fit." she added. not realizing she was now musing outloud.

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Too smiled bashfully, reaching down and tugging at his shirt again. "Oh... Thanks," he said, without even realizing what an idiot it made him sound like until it was already out in the open. He blushed furiously, looking down at his feet as they walked. "I mean... Y'know... That ye think... Well, I mean, we look..."

He trailed off, shaking his head. "Nevermind. I know ye weren't sayin' it about me." Rudy One was right. He really was a vagina.

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Clara was aware of how thin it was the ice she was walking on top of right now. But for someone who had already time travelled all across the universe, this was still quite the unique situation. "That's not true," she couldn't help pointing it out. Hearing Too beating himself and his love for himself down, it was a bit heartbreaking. Something Clara felt she needed to help fixing.

"You two look exactly alike. of course you're both fit. Don't be daft," she said while offering her best encouraging smile.

Guilt forced Clara to aim her eyes forward again. God, she shouldn't be talking like this to Rudy's brother....

"So, tell me about you. I mean, Rudy is busy with his community service. What do you do, Toulouse? Do you being honour to the name and paint as well?"