The Doctor Of War ³

Listen pt.2

*TARDIS*

"So is it possible we've just saved that kid from another kid in a bedspread?" Clara asks.

"Entirely possible, yes. The bigger question is, why did we end up with him, and not you?" the Doctor asks.

"I got distracted."

"But why that particular boy? You don't have any. You don't have any kind of connection with him, do you?" I ask my head tilted to the side.

"No. No, no, no. Of course not. Why do you ask?" The Doctor is working on a TARDIS component.

"The TARDIS was slaved to your timeline. Theoretically, there should have been some connection."

"Will, er, will he remember any of that?"

"Scrambled his memory. Gave him a big old dream about being Dan the soldier man" the Doctor says, Clara starts crying.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Seer, I am sorry to ask, and, you know, I realise this is probably against the laws of time, or summit. Er, could you do me a favour?" I nod.

*Time Skip*

Clara leaves the restaurant, and Danny bangs his head on the table. The Doctor, Clara and I step out of the TARDIS.

"Is that what I look like from the back?" Clara asks.

"It's fine" I shrug.

"I was thinking it was good."

"Really?" the Doctor asks, Clara walks to the restaurant and she sits down opposite Danny, who raises his head from the table.

"Sorry."

"Hey" Clara holds out her hand.

"Hello. I'm Clara Oswald. I'm a bit tricky, sometimes a bit up myself, and I do not like my surname, but I think that's basically everything you need to worry about" he takes her hand.

"Hello, I'm. I'm sorry."

"Also, I mouth off when I'm nervous and I've got a mouth on me. Seriously, it's got a mind of its own. I'm really worried it wants to go solo."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Or say something nice."

"I like your name."

"It's a start."

"Oswald. It suits you."

"Drifting now.'

"Yeah, it's better than Pink.'

"No, Pink, Pink is nice. I like pink."

"You can have it."

"Ooo, a bold offer, Mister Pink."

"I meant. You, no."

"I know, I know."

"Why can't I speak today?"

"It's that foot you're keeping in your mouth."

"Is that where I put it?"

"Anyway. Clara Pink. Too much."

"Yeah, it is a bit much."

"Mind you, Rupert Pink" in the background, someone drops a glass and it breaks.

"Sorry?"

"Er, ha, ha. Rupert Pink. It's not good."

"Rupert?"

"Yeah. That was your name, yeah?"

"Who told you that?"

"Er, someone in the school" she looks away and clucks her tongue.