"It's 1974. You're the assistant and non-objective equipment. Meaning psychic." The Doctor shrugged looking over at Clara with a grin. Yes, he had a magical wife and children and siblings but honestly, it was just so much fun!
"Getting that. Bless you, though." Clara retorted
"Relax, Emma. He's Military Intelligence. So, what is all this in aid of?" Palmer quickly stepped in calming the woman who was looking panicked at the depth of knowledge her dearest had.
"Health and safety." The Doctor agreed in amusement, winking at his wife who was the other one in on the inside joke "Yeah, the Ministry got wind of what's going on down here. Sent me to check that everything's in order."
"They don't have the right." Palmer snapped out sharply with narrowed eyes, suddenly defensive
With a wince Dearest rushed to assure him "Don't worry, guv'nor, I'll be out of your hair in five minutes. Oh! Oh, look. Oh, lovely. The ACR 99821. Oh, bliss. Nice action on the toggle switches. You know, I do love a toggle switch. Actually, I like the word toggle. Nice noun. Excellent verb. Oi, don't mess with the settings." He rambled as he swept the room with his sonic screwdriver buzzing loudly as he worked
Palmer asked in curiosity "What's that?"
"Gadget. Health and safety. Classified, I'm afraid. You know, while the backroom boffins work out a few kinks." Dearest rambled waving a hand about
"What's it telling you?" Clara lowered her voice as she stepped into the circle that the family had made, a slight frown crossing her face at Lark's rolled eyes. He was just like the TARDIS neither one liked her and made it perfectly clear.
"It's telling me that you haven't been exposed to any life-threatening transmundane emanations. So, where's the ghost? Show me the ghost. It's ghost time." The Doctor beamed in excitement as he grabbed his wife's hand dragging her out of the room
"ah, scientific or magical ghosts Dearest?" Morgana asked
"don't you start" he warned playfully wagging his finger at her, snatching up a three-pronged candelabra
"I will not have this stolen out from under me, do you understand." Palmer stated chasing after them
"Er, no, not really, sorry." The Doctor said blankly
"Why would he want to steal your candelabra? Mother has a thousand of them" Creator added blinking slowly and Morgana sighed, sometimes her little ones were so oblivious to all things social
"I will not have my work stolen, then be fobbed off with a pat on the back and a letter from the Queen. Never again. This is my house, Doctor, and it belongs to me." Palmer carried on deciding to ignore the long blonde-haired man who looked to be the blonde woman's-Morgana- brother but he referenced her as his mother? Palmer decided to ignore it.
"This is actually your house?" Clara asked looking around the place in interest, it was beautiful
"It is." Palmer nodded
"Sorry. You went to the bank and said, you know that gigantic old haunted house on the moors? The one the dossers are too scared to doss in? The one the birds are too scared to fly over? And then you said, I'd like to buy it, please, with my money." Clara said in shock, slightly in awe of the man
Lark scoffed, turning the page of the grimoire he had pulled out, deciding to grace the mortals with his commentary "This place is hardly gigantic, Claire, the abattoir or Uncle 'Lijah's mansion now that is...adequate and Mother has an entire mountain to herself, that I suppose could be considered gigantic"
"It's Clara and your mother has a mountain?" Clara asked slack-jawed, beautiful green eyes flickered from the page to Clara, dulling with disinterest but he answered her in a monotone
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FanfictionMorrigan is a complex being, she was born a thousand years ago but still lived. She and her twin were the firstborns to Mikael and Esther, after the tragic loss of her twin the remaining Mikaelson clan fled to the new world where she became an olde...
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