The Doctor Of War ³

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"Yes, I know, I know, dessert."

"Straight to dessert."

"Gotcha."

"So, er, how was your day?"

"Good. You know. Teaching."

"Yep, teaching."

"Teaching, teaching."

"Totally teaching."

"We probably shouldn't talk about work."

"God, yeah."

"Er, water for the table?"

"Don't you worry. He'll probably dig for it" the waiter leaves with the jug of water. After a few moments, Danny laughs.

"Sorry."

"It's ok."

"Sensitive subject."

"Yes. Can slightly see that."

"Sometimes people like you get the wrong end of the stick."

"People like me?"

*Present*

Clara takes a sip of the hot drink she has made and shakes her head.

*Flashback*

"I wasn't making assumptions about you."

"That really is exactly what you were doing."

"You were making assumptions about me."

"I made a joke."

"A not-funny joke."

"Yeah, well, do you know what I'm making now?"

"A fuss?"

"An exit" Clara puts on her coat and leaves the restaurant. Danny thumps his head on the table.

*Flashback over*

*Clara's bedroom*

The door hits something as it opens. The Doctor is sitting at Clara's dressing table and I am sitting on Clara's bed.

"You just have to squeeze through," the Doctor says.

"Doctor? Seer?"

"Why do you have three mirrors? Why don't you just turn your head?"

"What are you doing in here?" Clara asks.

"You said you had a date. We thought we'd better hide in the bedroom in case you brought him home. Bit early, aren't you? Did it all go wrong, or is this good by your standards?" the Doctor asks, Clara sighs and sits next to me.

"It was a disaster and I am extremely upset about it since you didn't ask" I place my hand on Clara's arm.

"Fine. We need you, for a thing" the Doctor replies.

"I can't."

"Oh, of course, you can. Come on, you're free. More than usually free, in fact."

"No, it's just possible that I might get a phone call."

"From the date guy? It's too late. You've taken your make-up off."

"No, I haven't. I'm still wearing my makeup."

"Oh, right. Well, you probably just missed a bit. Come on, come on, come on, come on" we walk into the TARDIS, Clara is carrying her shoes.

"I haven't actually said yes."