Chapter 4-Benefits of Snog box- Skydiving Over Gliese 581 D rated T
Title: Benefits of a Snog Box
Author: Trynia Merin
Chapter 4/?: Skydiving Over Gliese 581 D
Summary While Clara and the Doctor explore kissing, how far will they go to figure out the benefits of the TARDIS as a "snog box?" Whouffle
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - [Clara O., 11th Doctor]
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Disclaimer: the BBC owns Doctor Who, not me. I make no money from the writing of this Fanfiction. The only things that belong to me are the characters that aren't canon or in the show.
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"Clara, pick a letter between C and F," called the Doctor as he knocked on Clara's door.
Clara opened it and stick her head out, asking, "Why is there a debate?"
"It's just that there is a Gliese 581 C, D, E, and F. But no G I don't think," said the Doctor quietly. "All of them orbit a red dwarf star, but they are much closer starting at 0.15 AU..."
She glanced at the pile of space suits and clothing in his hands with a bit of surprise. Then it clicked, and she realized each was for a different situation. One far more diverse than the orange one she had seen him wear when they helped rescue Hilla Tacorian a few months ago.
"Bring them all in then," Clara suggested.
He carried the pile in and set them on the bed carefully. She ran her hand over the silvery one with quilted material. The one next to it was stretchy like spandex, with a mouthpiece and soft helmet and goggles. It looked like a skydiver's suit. Then the third was a simple snowsuit, but worked into it was a metallic framework. The last was translucent with a wide belt and a control panel. Nevertheless, no sign of the familiar orange one.
Clara watched as he called up an image of four different planets in the view screen inside her room. He explained, "Each of them is habitable. But the question I have for you is which one you want to visit first?"
"That one," she murmured, pointing to the last.
"Neptune sized. Higher gravity, hence the exo frame," said the Doctor.
"We'd need the parka for that one as well," she murmured.
"Portable force field is better. Keeps a layer of air skin tight against your body," he said showing her the wide belt with the control unit on it. On the other hand, what looked like a shimmer device. "Similar to what Saturnynians wore in Venice where I first took Rory... Then again... Maybe not a good idea..."
"Seems like the old space suit is a good bet," she suggested. "That one's stretchy, the Orange one bulky... But that's more like a moon suit."
"Stretchy one is good on a planet with near earth pressure. But high winds and rarified oxygen. Silvery ones good for the one closest to the sun... Has a cooling element," the Doctor said with a smile.
"So you're asking me if I'd like to start out cold, mild, medium, or hot." Clara teased, glancing over the various suits.
"Tell you what, let's play a game," he suggested, eyes lighting up while his hands shuffled.
"Oh, you mean I close my eyes and pick the suit and we visit that planet?" Clara asked, intrigued.
"Precisely," he said. "Now eyes closed... No fair peeking!"
Giggling Clara let him wrap a blindfold around her eyes and spin her around. He then rearranged the suits around the room. Then she wandered about, reaching for the first one she came into contact with. Fingers contacted stretchy fabric, and she picked it up.
"Looks like E it is," chirped the Doctor with a clap. "Now, let's get dressed."
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Blistering winds whooshed past the TARDIS hovering above the surface of Gliese 581 E. The upper layers of clouds were tinged almost pink from the reddish light of the sun. They hung suspended about 12,000 feet, door opened so Clara could peer down at the brownish purple clouds beneath. Even though the wind bit hard and the air was thin, there was sufficient oxygen to avoid needing air tanks.
Tightly the suit pressed into her skin, equalizing the lack of pressure from the atmosphere. She wondered why they were so high until he harnessed her to himself and heaved on the parachute. Apparently, one of the best ways to enter a planet was to step off and dive.
"Welcome to the sky diving capital of earth's empire in the 26th century!" announced the Doctor, voice vibrating though both of them. She could imagine they were one organism, almost as closely as when they had been intimate hours before. Such a thought spurred her cheeks to hum red. Perhaps it was the quality of the sun that painted her blue suit dark violet.
"The air tastes like ozone and copper," she murmured.
Tugging down his round goggles, the Doctor chuckled, "blimey, it's bracing isn't it? Well are you ready?"
"Let's do this!" Clara yelled back.
Stepping out, the Doctor edged off the TARDIS and let go. Behind them, the door swing shut and she heard him shout, "Geronimo!"
Clara was sure that her stomach remained up because the TARDIS slipped out of sight so fast it shrank to a small blue speck. Extending their arms, the duo let the air hold them as they hurtled through the pink clouds. Clara shrieked in joy at the sight of pink shading to violet, then blood red through the layers they descended.
Her single heart pounded in her chest that was tight. Knowing the Doctor was secured to her, she grinned at him. Tendrils of her brown hair and his sandy hair fluttered together. Beneath them, the air whistled and the surface of the planet looked less convex, even concave. That rush of adrenaline that surged through her never diminished since they first shared that moment of terror flying a plane from crashing into the Maitland's house.
Overwhelming emptiness surrounded them, and she felt exposed and vulnerable if not for the Time Lord clipped into the harness behind her. Two thousand years old, with two hearts, and the being who literally had her back. He had seen universes crumble to dust and stars burst into life. Now he shared these few minutes with her plunging into the sky of an alien world.
"What's that?" called out Clara, pointing to a collection of domes interconnected like spokes in a wheel. "Space colony?"
"Pacific Rim Town, a resort area. This planet was colonized only a bit. C and d have more colonists on them. The New Haven Colony and the Azfal group. And Interstellar Mining Company owns the rights to e. They call C Lyra, D is New Kuwait, and E is Bedford..." He informed her. "Only half the planet is zoned for mining. The rest is Eco tourism..."
"This planet is named Bedford? That's dull!" Clara shouted.
Shrugging the Doctor called back, "Well they wanted to name it Tran-kyky but they'd have had to take it up with the estate of Alan Dean Foster!"
"Oh my stars! Look at that," Clara exclaimed, pointing to the furrowed mountains rimming the shimmery green sea that whooshed into view once they fell through a cloud.
"I'm about to open the chute! I've set the TARDIS to land in six minutes! And we've reservations in Pacific Rim City," announced the Doctor proudly. Just seeing the joy present on her face made him feel so young. Exuberance was the fountain of youth to the Time Lord. She was the only mystery worth solving because he could reveal to her the mysteries of the universe.
"Will there be cocktails?" Clara asked hopefully.
The Doctor whooped, "Not on the Moon, but blimey, this is in Lyra!"
Bright colored specks in the distance indicated they were no longer alone. While that would spoil the experience for some, Clara didn't mind at all. Humans and Cat kind wearing similar skydiving suits. From some of the specs blossomed parachutes and parasails. So focused was she on the scenery that the jolting tug almost stopped her heart. Overhead she saw a bright TARDIS blue parasail unfurl from the pack on the Doctor's back.
Clara's own whoop erupted spontaneously from her throat after she turned her head to look at the Doctor. His young old face lit up with that grin of childish delight that was infectious. The air billowing up to fill the sail arrested time and their fall.
"See that X down there?" he spoke into her ear.
"Right?" she replied.
"That's where we'll land! Inside's the courtyard and the restaurant. We can either take our gear off or go right inside. What do you say?" he asked.
"Let's go right in. I'm famished!" Clara said excitedly, loving how her body curled into his in their tandem jump harness.
"Gravity is close to Earth's so it's not so bad. I'll nip out and get our bags after we eat," he informed her. Surprised at the thought ahead of time, she glanced at him, impressed. Just how much of this had he planned?
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A quarter later Clara and the Doctor wandered into the Jump Zone with at least ten other tandem jumpers who had arrived or dropped from one of the large airships that EcoTour Interplanetary had operating out of Pacific Rim City. Once through the double glass doors that whooshed open, a small shopping area opened up into the Plaza hotel, Jump Zone Bar, and a few gift shops. Clara had seen the spaceport nearby where the ships came to glide or people took the space elevator down from Station 10 in orbit.
Once they entered Anderson's restaurant, she and the Doctor had removed their harness and were checking out the quaint place. Clara was amused to see that the theme was early nineties US diner of all things. It was supposed to be the 26th century but it had the feel of a restaurant and bar only a few decades earlier than her present time.
Other patrons moved to tables or got up. Some wore unzipped suits, while others had changed into more comfortable 26th century togs.
Clara felt the eyes of an orange-skinned male on her. Rather an orange furry face with tiger stripes. Amber eyes met hers as she looked up and saw one of her first Cat Kind. He inclined his head and grinned Cheshire like at her, arm threaded through that of a female Cat who was jet black with yellow eyes. They wore a green and a white jump suit respectively.
"Hullo, you enjoyed the jump?" asked the female.
"My stars it was incredible!" Clara gushed, feeling the Doctor holding her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor and this is Clara," the Time Lord said brightly, shaking their hands.
"Devon and Marilla," said the Orange cat. "Maybe we'll see you around?"
"That'd be nice," Clara said with a smile, following the Doctor to the bar.
"Have a seat at the Bar whilst I check on our table, Clara," said the Doctor as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. She smiled and returned the kiss.
"What will you have?" the bartender asked. Clara glanced up into a feline face, and had the good grace not to look shocked.
"Surprise me," Clara said with a smile.
"Well there's the Lira blue martini, the Rocket Blast. And we've all these beers on tap…"
"I'd like the Lira blue martini, and a milkshake," said Clara, as she watched the Doctor wander over to the maitre D. Although he still wore the tight exo jump suit, he had unzipped it enough and let the shirt and bow tie he wore beneath reveal itself.
"Coming right up," said the bartender smiling.
"Can I buy you a drink Miss?" asked a blonde man with blue streaks in his hair. He wore a red jump suit, unzipped to reveal a swirled shirt.
"No I'm fine," she said. He was eyeing her appreciatively and she smiled a bit. Several other patrons already sat at the bar, some cat kind, some human so she felt less self-conscious.
"Just let me know," he said. "I'm Shaz…"
"Clara," she said. He then turned to a female to his left and started to speak to her.
"First time here?" asked the grey Cat behind the bar, pouring a cocktail from the tumbler into a sideways glass that looked like a sculpture.
"Her first time," the Time Lord said as he sat next to Clara. She glanced at him in surprise, seeing that he'd somehow shed his jump suit and changed into his purple tweed coat.
"Doctor! That's you?" The cat, named Max asked, widening his green eyes.
"You know him?" Clara asked, eyes wide.
"You kidding? The bow tie's a dead giveaway," the Doctor said with a proud smile, straightening said article of clothing.
"When did you change?" Clara whispered, tugging at his coat. "And me stuck in this…"
"You look fine, believe me. I just have a lot of practice," the Doctor said with a smile.
Sliding the milkshake in front of the Doctor, Max then asked, "But where's the long legged Scott and the pretty one?"
"Rory and Amy?" the Doctor said as pain temporarily passed over his face. "Well... They've... Moved on..."
"Ah, but you've brought Clara Oswald. Don't let this young face fool you. He's a charmer, an old hand," Max whispered to Clara.
Clearing his throat the Doctor murmured, "Er… I left an outfit for you in the powder room if you'd like to change… and Max will have your drink ready…"
To her surprise, he handed her a small token, with a number like a coat claim check. She took it seeing his need to change the subject, and kissed him on the lips as she went to change. That sadness on his face showed that the mention of those two names had set centuries again on his shoulders, and she was determined to unburden him again when she came back out.
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Ten minutes later Clara emerged from the changing room again wearing a red dress with white flecks on it, and her hair pinned back. She tugged on her black tights and seated her feet in her boots once more. She left her jump suit to be cleaned by the attendant behind the counter, noticing that other patrons who had first entered would have a celebratory drink as she had, then go back to change as the Doctor and she had just done.
Tentatively she wandered back to the bar, but noticed that the Doctor wasn't there. She moved past a few patrons, and noticed the gaze of that orange tabby male on her again, and that blonde-haired person guy with the blue streaks. She had to walk past him to sit down, and she heard him whisper in her ear, "Want that drink?"
Before Clara could answer, she felt an arm drape around her shoulders. A blue liquid floated in a martini glass that was pushed into her hand by the Doctor who had appeared out of nowhere. He glanced sidelong at Shaz, and said coolly, "No thanks, she already has one…"
"Thanks," Clara said as she took the glass offered to her, and felt the Doctor's arm holding her to him. He seemed to be giving Shaz a dirty look.
"Suit yourself," Shaz said, holding up a hand as he shrank back a bit. "Sorry sir didn't mean to bother your girlfriend…"
Clara's face grew hot at the word, and she swallowed hard. She opened her mouth to protest but could not find the words so she sipped her drink instead and looked at the Doctor, who had a rather smug smile on his face that he hid behind that milkshake glass.
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Author: Trynia Merin
Chapter 4/?: Skydiving Over Gliese 581 D
Summary While Clara and the Doctor explore kissing, how far will they go to figure out the benefits of the TARDIS as a "snog box?" Whouffle
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - [Clara O., 11th Doctor]
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Disclaimer: the BBC owns Doctor Who, not me. I make no money from the writing of this Fanfiction. The only things that belong to me are the characters that aren't canon or in the show.
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"Clara, pick a letter between C and F," called the Doctor as he knocked on Clara's door.
Clara opened it and stick her head out, asking, "Why is there a debate?"
"It's just that there is a Gliese 581 C, D, E, and F. But no G I don't think," said the Doctor quietly. "All of them orbit a red dwarf star, but they are much closer starting at 0.15 AU..."
She glanced at the pile of space suits and clothing in his hands with a bit of surprise. Then it clicked, and she realized each was for a different situation. One far more diverse than the orange one she had seen him wear when they helped rescue Hilla Tacorian a few months ago.
"Bring them all in then," Clara suggested.
He carried the pile in and set them on the bed carefully. She ran her hand over the silvery one with quilted material. The one next to it was stretchy like spandex, with a mouthpiece and soft helmet and goggles. It looked like a skydiver's suit. Then the third was a simple snowsuit, but worked into it was a metallic framework. The last was translucent with a wide belt and a control panel. Nevertheless, no sign of the familiar orange one.
Clara watched as he called up an image of four different planets in the view screen inside her room. He explained, "Each of them is habitable. But the question I have for you is which one you want to visit first?"
"That one," she murmured, pointing to the last.
"Neptune sized. Higher gravity, hence the exo frame," said the Doctor.
"We'd need the parka for that one as well," she murmured.
"Portable force field is better. Keeps a layer of air skin tight against your body," he said showing her the wide belt with the control unit on it. On the other hand, what looked like a shimmer device. "Similar to what Saturnynians wore in Venice where I first took Rory... Then again... Maybe not a good idea..."
"Seems like the old space suit is a good bet," she suggested. "That one's stretchy, the Orange one bulky... But that's more like a moon suit."
"Stretchy one is good on a planet with near earth pressure. But high winds and rarified oxygen. Silvery ones good for the one closest to the sun... Has a cooling element," the Doctor said with a smile.
"So you're asking me if I'd like to start out cold, mild, medium, or hot." Clara teased, glancing over the various suits.
"Tell you what, let's play a game," he suggested, eyes lighting up while his hands shuffled.
"Oh, you mean I close my eyes and pick the suit and we visit that planet?" Clara asked, intrigued.
"Precisely," he said. "Now eyes closed... No fair peeking!"
Giggling Clara let him wrap a blindfold around her eyes and spin her around. He then rearranged the suits around the room. Then she wandered about, reaching for the first one she came into contact with. Fingers contacted stretchy fabric, and she picked it up.
"Looks like E it is," chirped the Doctor with a clap. "Now, let's get dressed."
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Blistering winds whooshed past the TARDIS hovering above the surface of Gliese 581 E. The upper layers of clouds were tinged almost pink from the reddish light of the sun. They hung suspended about 12,000 feet, door opened so Clara could peer down at the brownish purple clouds beneath. Even though the wind bit hard and the air was thin, there was sufficient oxygen to avoid needing air tanks.
Tightly the suit pressed into her skin, equalizing the lack of pressure from the atmosphere. She wondered why they were so high until he harnessed her to himself and heaved on the parachute. Apparently, one of the best ways to enter a planet was to step off and dive.
"Welcome to the sky diving capital of earth's empire in the 26th century!" announced the Doctor, voice vibrating though both of them. She could imagine they were one organism, almost as closely as when they had been intimate hours before. Such a thought spurred her cheeks to hum red. Perhaps it was the quality of the sun that painted her blue suit dark violet.
"The air tastes like ozone and copper," she murmured.
Tugging down his round goggles, the Doctor chuckled, "blimey, it's bracing isn't it? Well are you ready?"
"Let's do this!" Clara yelled back.
Stepping out, the Doctor edged off the TARDIS and let go. Behind them, the door swing shut and she heard him shout, "Geronimo!"
Clara was sure that her stomach remained up because the TARDIS slipped out of sight so fast it shrank to a small blue speck. Extending their arms, the duo let the air hold them as they hurtled through the pink clouds. Clara shrieked in joy at the sight of pink shading to violet, then blood red through the layers they descended.
Her single heart pounded in her chest that was tight. Knowing the Doctor was secured to her, she grinned at him. Tendrils of her brown hair and his sandy hair fluttered together. Beneath them, the air whistled and the surface of the planet looked less convex, even concave. That rush of adrenaline that surged through her never diminished since they first shared that moment of terror flying a plane from crashing into the Maitland's house.
Overwhelming emptiness surrounded them, and she felt exposed and vulnerable if not for the Time Lord clipped into the harness behind her. Two thousand years old, with two hearts, and the being who literally had her back. He had seen universes crumble to dust and stars burst into life. Now he shared these few minutes with her plunging into the sky of an alien world.
"What's that?" called out Clara, pointing to a collection of domes interconnected like spokes in a wheel. "Space colony?"
"Pacific Rim Town, a resort area. This planet was colonized only a bit. C and d have more colonists on them. The New Haven Colony and the Azfal group. And Interstellar Mining Company owns the rights to e. They call C Lyra, D is New Kuwait, and E is Bedford..." He informed her. "Only half the planet is zoned for mining. The rest is Eco tourism..."
"This planet is named Bedford? That's dull!" Clara shouted.
Shrugging the Doctor called back, "Well they wanted to name it Tran-kyky but they'd have had to take it up with the estate of Alan Dean Foster!"
"Oh my stars! Look at that," Clara exclaimed, pointing to the furrowed mountains rimming the shimmery green sea that whooshed into view once they fell through a cloud.
"I'm about to open the chute! I've set the TARDIS to land in six minutes! And we've reservations in Pacific Rim City," announced the Doctor proudly. Just seeing the joy present on her face made him feel so young. Exuberance was the fountain of youth to the Time Lord. She was the only mystery worth solving because he could reveal to her the mysteries of the universe.
"Will there be cocktails?" Clara asked hopefully.
The Doctor whooped, "Not on the Moon, but blimey, this is in Lyra!"
Bright colored specks in the distance indicated they were no longer alone. While that would spoil the experience for some, Clara didn't mind at all. Humans and Cat kind wearing similar skydiving suits. From some of the specs blossomed parachutes and parasails. So focused was she on the scenery that the jolting tug almost stopped her heart. Overhead she saw a bright TARDIS blue parasail unfurl from the pack on the Doctor's back.
Clara's own whoop erupted spontaneously from her throat after she turned her head to look at the Doctor. His young old face lit up with that grin of childish delight that was infectious. The air billowing up to fill the sail arrested time and their fall.
"See that X down there?" he spoke into her ear.
"Right?" she replied.
"That's where we'll land! Inside's the courtyard and the restaurant. We can either take our gear off or go right inside. What do you say?" he asked.
"Let's go right in. I'm famished!" Clara said excitedly, loving how her body curled into his in their tandem jump harness.
"Gravity is close to Earth's so it's not so bad. I'll nip out and get our bags after we eat," he informed her. Surprised at the thought ahead of time, she glanced at him, impressed. Just how much of this had he planned?
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A quarter later Clara and the Doctor wandered into the Jump Zone with at least ten other tandem jumpers who had arrived or dropped from one of the large airships that EcoTour Interplanetary had operating out of Pacific Rim City. Once through the double glass doors that whooshed open, a small shopping area opened up into the Plaza hotel, Jump Zone Bar, and a few gift shops. Clara had seen the spaceport nearby where the ships came to glide or people took the space elevator down from Station 10 in orbit.
Once they entered Anderson's restaurant, she and the Doctor had removed their harness and were checking out the quaint place. Clara was amused to see that the theme was early nineties US diner of all things. It was supposed to be the 26th century but it had the feel of a restaurant and bar only a few decades earlier than her present time.
Other patrons moved to tables or got up. Some wore unzipped suits, while others had changed into more comfortable 26th century togs.
Clara felt the eyes of an orange-skinned male on her. Rather an orange furry face with tiger stripes. Amber eyes met hers as she looked up and saw one of her first Cat Kind. He inclined his head and grinned Cheshire like at her, arm threaded through that of a female Cat who was jet black with yellow eyes. They wore a green and a white jump suit respectively.
"Hullo, you enjoyed the jump?" asked the female.
"My stars it was incredible!" Clara gushed, feeling the Doctor holding her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor and this is Clara," the Time Lord said brightly, shaking their hands.
"Devon and Marilla," said the Orange cat. "Maybe we'll see you around?"
"That'd be nice," Clara said with a smile, following the Doctor to the bar.
"Have a seat at the Bar whilst I check on our table, Clara," said the Doctor as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. She smiled and returned the kiss.
"What will you have?" the bartender asked. Clara glanced up into a feline face, and had the good grace not to look shocked.
"Surprise me," Clara said with a smile.
"Well there's the Lira blue martini, the Rocket Blast. And we've all these beers on tap…"
"I'd like the Lira blue martini, and a milkshake," said Clara, as she watched the Doctor wander over to the maitre D. Although he still wore the tight exo jump suit, he had unzipped it enough and let the shirt and bow tie he wore beneath reveal itself.
"Coming right up," said the bartender smiling.
"Can I buy you a drink Miss?" asked a blonde man with blue streaks in his hair. He wore a red jump suit, unzipped to reveal a swirled shirt.
"No I'm fine," she said. He was eyeing her appreciatively and she smiled a bit. Several other patrons already sat at the bar, some cat kind, some human so she felt less self-conscious.
"Just let me know," he said. "I'm Shaz…"
"Clara," she said. He then turned to a female to his left and started to speak to her.
"First time here?" asked the grey Cat behind the bar, pouring a cocktail from the tumbler into a sideways glass that looked like a sculpture.
"Her first time," the Time Lord said as he sat next to Clara. She glanced at him in surprise, seeing that he'd somehow shed his jump suit and changed into his purple tweed coat.
"Doctor! That's you?" The cat, named Max asked, widening his green eyes.
"You know him?" Clara asked, eyes wide.
"You kidding? The bow tie's a dead giveaway," the Doctor said with a proud smile, straightening said article of clothing.
"When did you change?" Clara whispered, tugging at his coat. "And me stuck in this…"
"You look fine, believe me. I just have a lot of practice," the Doctor said with a smile.
Sliding the milkshake in front of the Doctor, Max then asked, "But where's the long legged Scott and the pretty one?"
"Rory and Amy?" the Doctor said as pain temporarily passed over his face. "Well... They've... Moved on..."
"Ah, but you've brought Clara Oswald. Don't let this young face fool you. He's a charmer, an old hand," Max whispered to Clara.
Clearing his throat the Doctor murmured, "Er… I left an outfit for you in the powder room if you'd like to change… and Max will have your drink ready…"
To her surprise, he handed her a small token, with a number like a coat claim check. She took it seeing his need to change the subject, and kissed him on the lips as she went to change. That sadness on his face showed that the mention of those two names had set centuries again on his shoulders, and she was determined to unburden him again when she came back out.
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Ten minutes later Clara emerged from the changing room again wearing a red dress with white flecks on it, and her hair pinned back. She tugged on her black tights and seated her feet in her boots once more. She left her jump suit to be cleaned by the attendant behind the counter, noticing that other patrons who had first entered would have a celebratory drink as she had, then go back to change as the Doctor and she had just done.
Tentatively she wandered back to the bar, but noticed that the Doctor wasn't there. She moved past a few patrons, and noticed the gaze of that orange tabby male on her again, and that blonde-haired person guy with the blue streaks. She had to walk past him to sit down, and she heard him whisper in her ear, "Want that drink?"
Before Clara could answer, she felt an arm drape around her shoulders. A blue liquid floated in a martini glass that was pushed into her hand by the Doctor who had appeared out of nowhere. He glanced sidelong at Shaz, and said coolly, "No thanks, she already has one…"
"Thanks," Clara said as she took the glass offered to her, and felt the Doctor's arm holding her to him. He seemed to be giving Shaz a dirty look.
"Suit yourself," Shaz said, holding up a hand as he shrank back a bit. "Sorry sir didn't mean to bother your girlfriend…"
Clara's face grew hot at the word, and she swallowed hard. She opened her mouth to protest but could not find the words so she sipped her drink instead and looked at the Doctor, who had a rather smug smile on his face that he hid behind that milkshake glass.
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