Always Remember
Rating: T mild
Written for the clara_who fanworkathon
I kissed him. I kissed the Doctor. I actually did it. And it was a pretty terrific kiss if I say so myself. And I do. Wow, it was warm, nice and kind of wet---oh my stars I can actually feel it on the tip of my tongue.
I can still feel it!
Oh Clara. What are you doing? Get a hold of yourself. Yes, there have been so many painful memories, so many hard things to take that happened after I jumped into his time stream so of course now a lovely memory is more than welcome. But that doesn't mean I go as spacey as him. I mean the man talks to his ship after all.
Well actually, I know a lot more about that ship now. I know about Timeladies. I kind of was one. I'm even the one who told him to take the exact TARDIS we are flying in now. That was me, well my sort of echo part of me, which oh it's so confusing trying to make sense of that.
Never mind. I need to find the Doctor. Oh yes, that's what I need to do.
To the console!
I make my way. I'm kind of in a hurry. I'm remembering all those times he's held my hand and that I've pulled him to another direction also. I've done that. I've saved him a thousand times over. That's me. Brave Clara. The Doctor's Impossible Girl. Oh yes he calls me that. I'm impossible. I'm his Clara.
So why are my hands getting all sweaty just thinking of doing what I'm pondering acting out. And why isn't he here?
"Doctor!"
It's his ship, you know the one he sometimes actually calls 'Sexy.'
Oh-oh, Tardis grumble. I look up, hearing it. I try to give her an appeasing smile, but really it's more a roll of the eyes. She's a ship. But I picked her.
Another grumble. "Okay fine, you picked him! Now where is he?"
No reply. His Old Girl. I think I'll call her Stubborn Girl.
Wait a second. I hear something from beneath. Could that be?
I run down the steps and further below and oh yes, there he is. He's looking a bit like a grease monkey now. "Doctor?"
"Oh Clara, hand me my screwdriver, would you?"
He has a tangle of wires that he's working with and other mechanical doo-dads. Who knows what to call them?
"What are you doing?"
He lets out a grunt, snatching the screwdriver from me after I hand it to him. He's in one of those sore TARDIS-Isn't-Working Right moods. "Fixing her so we stop getting lost every time. There's a malfunction in the time-order..."
Blah blah blah. Sorry. Sometimes I kind of just block out the Doctor's voice when he's talking time-travel technical speak.
He comes to the end of his sentence finally and I tell him what happened, well most of it. "I had another memory spark up."
"Oh." There's alarm in his voice as he moves away from his work and looks at me with those inquisitive eyes. "Bad one?" His hand comes out without warning, greasy. I flinch at it a bit and he shakes his head, cursing his actions.
"Blimey! Got it all over you. Hang on." He reaches back and finds a rag. Gently he moves it over my cheek and I tell him it daringly. "Not a bad one. A good one."
"Oh great!" He grins and goes back to his work. Hmmm. He doesn't seem all that interested. My nose wrinkles and my forehead scrunches. He's going to listen to me.
"I kissed you."
"AH-OH-OW!"
He hits his head on the tail end of the Tardis's console and with the injury comes a holler of pain.
"Doctor?"
I scramble onto my knees to see if he is alright and soon we're face to face. His is blushing if I'm not mistaken. A huge glowing red blush. I grin at it.
"Clara?"
He questions, almost like I'm some wild animal. I grin more. "Do you remember?"
He stares at me for a long time, with his Docterly inquisitive eyes, shocked now, frightened I dare say, and shakes his head, furious. "No, no. Not at all."
"You blushed then too!"
"I did not and you started the whole thing!"
He tells me angrily, biting his tongue at the last part because his lie has been found.
"Ah-ha! I knew you remembered."
He starts to explain in the DOCTOR voice, a thousand years old, so much more knowledgeable than me, that 'Clara I'm going to tell you something and you're going to listen because I'm the wise one here' voice.
"That was your echo that kissed me. Just a part, a piece, a fragment that was traveling through time. Nothing more. And it must have felt compelled to act to be able to begin the sa-
He doesn't finish. I don't let him. He would go on and on for years if I allowed it. But those blushing lips running off, they're just too tempting. And so I do it, damn my clammy hands and nervous shaking arms. I kiss him. Mmmm...and even with a bit of grease on his chin that I swear finds its way somehow to my skin, it feels just as good as it did the first time.
"Clara-
He starts to get a word in and so I really go for it now, pushing my palms into his shoulders, curling my fingers around, and kissing him so deeply I get an entrance and our tongues collide.
"Oh." He moans and pushes his own hands against my waist and shoulder too, and starts to kiss me back.
For a moment that is. Before-
"No Clara, we can't! I'm greasy and you're just remembering echoes, just nothing more than-
"You're blushing!"
"I am not!" He hotly denies, but peers at himself in a reflecting underside of the Tardis's console, grimacing at what he sees.
"And you entirely, without question, kissed me back this time. "I think I even felt your screwdriver getting happy."
Okay now that's kind of daring. But I like the reaction.
"No no!" He looks down, frowns that geeky grimace, and looks back up again, his forehead scrunching with protest. "No, no that was not my----oooooh--oh you're bad! Shut up!"
Pulling on his bow tie, and giving him a daring smile, I whisper against his cheek, "Make me."
We stare at each other. You know like one of those never ending staring contests. But this one ends. And this one has a lot of fun innuendo.
He's fixing his bow tie back into proper place, moving away from me, and stroking back his hair with a greasy hand before he realizes it's dirty and lets out an exasperated sigh.
"Doctor."
I find the rag and wipe at his hand, then his hair, then his forehead.
"What?" His voice grunts out. He's still bothered by my teasing. Doctor likes to be the one who rattles, not the other way around. I swear I do think I drive him mad. And I do think I like it a bit. But then he's mad already so what's the problem. And he has a way of making me feel batty too.
"The day you kiss me first, I promise."
He begrudgingly turns my way, those inquisitive eyes pondering. "Promise, what?"
I smile, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. I can't rush him. The day he comes around, oh it's hard to wait for. But will definitely be worth the wait.
"I'll blush too."
I leave him then, but before I get all the way up the steps, I take a look back. He's smiling, smiling and touching his lips.
Those blushing red lips.
That I kissed before.
And now.
And will always remember.
Written for the clara_who fanworkathon
I kissed him. I kissed the Doctor. I actually did it. And it was a pretty terrific kiss if I say so myself. And I do. Wow, it was warm, nice and kind of wet---oh my stars I can actually feel it on the tip of my tongue.
I can still feel it!
Oh Clara. What are you doing? Get a hold of yourself. Yes, there have been so many painful memories, so many hard things to take that happened after I jumped into his time stream so of course now a lovely memory is more than welcome. But that doesn't mean I go as spacey as him. I mean the man talks to his ship after all.
Well actually, I know a lot more about that ship now. I know about Timeladies. I kind of was one. I'm even the one who told him to take the exact TARDIS we are flying in now. That was me, well my sort of echo part of me, which oh it's so confusing trying to make sense of that.
Never mind. I need to find the Doctor. Oh yes, that's what I need to do.
To the console!
I make my way. I'm kind of in a hurry. I'm remembering all those times he's held my hand and that I've pulled him to another direction also. I've done that. I've saved him a thousand times over. That's me. Brave Clara. The Doctor's Impossible Girl. Oh yes he calls me that. I'm impossible. I'm his Clara.
So why are my hands getting all sweaty just thinking of doing what I'm pondering acting out. And why isn't he here?
"Doctor!"
It's his ship, you know the one he sometimes actually calls 'Sexy.'
Oh-oh, Tardis grumble. I look up, hearing it. I try to give her an appeasing smile, but really it's more a roll of the eyes. She's a ship. But I picked her.
Another grumble. "Okay fine, you picked him! Now where is he?"
No reply. His Old Girl. I think I'll call her Stubborn Girl.
Wait a second. I hear something from beneath. Could that be?
I run down the steps and further below and oh yes, there he is. He's looking a bit like a grease monkey now. "Doctor?"
"Oh Clara, hand me my screwdriver, would you?"
He has a tangle of wires that he's working with and other mechanical doo-dads. Who knows what to call them?
"What are you doing?"
He lets out a grunt, snatching the screwdriver from me after I hand it to him. He's in one of those sore TARDIS-Isn't-Working Right moods. "Fixing her so we stop getting lost every time. There's a malfunction in the time-order..."
Blah blah blah. Sorry. Sometimes I kind of just block out the Doctor's voice when he's talking time-travel technical speak.
He comes to the end of his sentence finally and I tell him what happened, well most of it. "I had another memory spark up."
"Oh." There's alarm in his voice as he moves away from his work and looks at me with those inquisitive eyes. "Bad one?" His hand comes out without warning, greasy. I flinch at it a bit and he shakes his head, cursing his actions.
"Blimey! Got it all over you. Hang on." He reaches back and finds a rag. Gently he moves it over my cheek and I tell him it daringly. "Not a bad one. A good one."
"Oh great!" He grins and goes back to his work. Hmmm. He doesn't seem all that interested. My nose wrinkles and my forehead scrunches. He's going to listen to me.
"I kissed you."
"AH-OH-OW!"
He hits his head on the tail end of the Tardis's console and with the injury comes a holler of pain.
"Doctor?"
I scramble onto my knees to see if he is alright and soon we're face to face. His is blushing if I'm not mistaken. A huge glowing red blush. I grin at it.
"Clara?"
He questions, almost like I'm some wild animal. I grin more. "Do you remember?"
He stares at me for a long time, with his Docterly inquisitive eyes, shocked now, frightened I dare say, and shakes his head, furious. "No, no. Not at all."
"You blushed then too!"
"I did not and you started the whole thing!"
He tells me angrily, biting his tongue at the last part because his lie has been found.
"Ah-ha! I knew you remembered."
He starts to explain in the DOCTOR voice, a thousand years old, so much more knowledgeable than me, that 'Clara I'm going to tell you something and you're going to listen because I'm the wise one here' voice.
"That was your echo that kissed me. Just a part, a piece, a fragment that was traveling through time. Nothing more. And it must have felt compelled to act to be able to begin the sa-
He doesn't finish. I don't let him. He would go on and on for years if I allowed it. But those blushing lips running off, they're just too tempting. And so I do it, damn my clammy hands and nervous shaking arms. I kiss him. Mmmm...and even with a bit of grease on his chin that I swear finds its way somehow to my skin, it feels just as good as it did the first time.
"Clara-
He starts to get a word in and so I really go for it now, pushing my palms into his shoulders, curling my fingers around, and kissing him so deeply I get an entrance and our tongues collide.
"Oh." He moans and pushes his own hands against my waist and shoulder too, and starts to kiss me back.
For a moment that is. Before-
"No Clara, we can't! I'm greasy and you're just remembering echoes, just nothing more than-
"You're blushing!"
"I am not!" He hotly denies, but peers at himself in a reflecting underside of the Tardis's console, grimacing at what he sees.
"And you entirely, without question, kissed me back this time. "I think I even felt your screwdriver getting happy."
Okay now that's kind of daring. But I like the reaction.
"No no!" He looks down, frowns that geeky grimace, and looks back up again, his forehead scrunching with protest. "No, no that was not my----oooooh--oh you're bad! Shut up!"
Pulling on his bow tie, and giving him a daring smile, I whisper against his cheek, "Make me."
We stare at each other. You know like one of those never ending staring contests. But this one ends. And this one has a lot of fun innuendo.
He's fixing his bow tie back into proper place, moving away from me, and stroking back his hair with a greasy hand before he realizes it's dirty and lets out an exasperated sigh.
"Doctor."
I find the rag and wipe at his hand, then his hair, then his forehead.
"What?" His voice grunts out. He's still bothered by my teasing. Doctor likes to be the one who rattles, not the other way around. I swear I do think I drive him mad. And I do think I like it a bit. But then he's mad already so what's the problem. And he has a way of making me feel batty too.
"The day you kiss me first, I promise."
He begrudgingly turns my way, those inquisitive eyes pondering. "Promise, what?"
I smile, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. I can't rush him. The day he comes around, oh it's hard to wait for. But will definitely be worth the wait.
"I'll blush too."
I leave him then, but before I get all the way up the steps, I take a look back. He's smiling, smiling and touching his lips.
Those blushing red lips.
That I kissed before.
And now.
And will always remember.