Actions and Consequences (for yourunclerudy)

[os_for_the_win]

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.

[os_for_the_win]

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

[yourunclerudy]

"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?"

[os_for_the_win]

"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.