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[fireiceandrage]

[The Doctor's room looks like a total junk heap.

He'd managed to find a fairly good sized room on the top floor of this place, and in less than a week he had turned it into a dump. There were metal bits and bobs everywhere. Wires thin and thick connected to several different power sources. There were things that might look familiar to some and other things that looked, and were, out of this world or any world one might be familiar with.

He fiddles with the cellphone like thing for a moment and then it seems to spring to life. This is his first time using it, though he had played with it a little since being here. Hopefully it's working. It's probably the only thing in his room he hasn't completely dismantled.]

Hello there! This might sound a bit strange but, I come to you with a quick question so I do hope this works.

I seemed to have broken my closet. Or perhaps I just overworked it. [It's more likely the latter given the huge amount of stuff he's pulled from his own already. They're put here to appease them but apparently the Doctor is too hard to please.]

Might I borrow someone elses for a bit? I promise I'll stay out of the way. I only need a few more things, hopefully.

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[bossily]

I just thought that with me being in a timeline ahead of yours...

[She tries to explain herself, but cuts herself off, biting down on her lip. With him standing there in the mess of all his new things, the sight reminds her of the night she spoke to him for the first time. He was outside with all sorts of things, promising to protect her.

The memory is a bit bittersweet, given that this Doctor doesn't share it with her, but that doesn't stop her from moving forward to hug him.]

I'll get us some tea. You'd like that, wouldn't you? We can stay up working until we figure this out.

[fireiceandrage]

Well, it's a bit tricky. Crossing on my own time line is, well, it's dodgy to say the least. But I promise I will do everything in my power to make it work. You have my word, I wouldn't just leave you.

[It's clear in the tone he uses that he means what he says. He'd never just leave you Clara, never in a million years and just because their time line is, well, a little skewed to say the least that doesn't mean he'd just abandon you here. That's a promise.]

Tea. Tea is good. Come we can bring it to my room so I can still work. I'm afraid I wont be settled until I have this all done and sorted.

[bossily]

[Pulling out of the hug, she gives him a look that says she doesn't think he'll ever really be settled. But she doesn't say so, and instead just picks up a good deal of the parts and supplies. She shifts them in her arms, trying to get them all to fit at once. If he needs her to carry things, then she'll be the best at carrying things he's ever seen.]

It's a date, then. Tea and sorting and building. Sounds perfect!

[And despite not quite knowing where his room is, she's taking the lead and heading toward her door. Except she can't exactly open it with both arms laden down with his stuff.]

[fireiceandrage]

[Now you're learning! He watches her as she gathers up about half of the things he's pulled out and he gathers the others. Then as if she knows where they're going she heads out first. He almost looks peached when she can't open the door. He moves in and does it for her standing between her and the door.]

Enough of that! Do I always let you do that? I do the leading you know.

[And with that he's sliding out the door and off towards the steps that'll eventually lead them to the top floor and towards his room.]

[bossily]

You never let me do anything.

[She follows him out, and after making sure her door shuts she's trailing along after him until she's at his side. She's got a bounce to her step as they move, and although her eyes are up on him quite often, she's actually paying close attention to where they're going so she can drop in and visit him sometime.]

I stay where you tell me to, though. You always seem to like it when I do that.

[fireiceandrage]

I'm letting you do this!

[He just huffs as he makes his way up the stairs, all the way to the top, and then a good portion down the hall. He wanted to be as out of the way as possible and this seemed as good a place as any. The truth of it is he is a lousy neighbor, Clara was right when she stated that. Out of the way is the best place for him.

Once they're there he sets everything down and uses the sonic to unlock the door. It's not that he doesn't trust people, most wouldn't have a clue what all of this was for, but he'd been working awfully hard for days to make sure everything was just right. He wouldn't want someone accidentally mucking things up.]

Of course I would! It's really, truly, my only rule. Don't wander of. It's not as though I say it for my own benefit and yet it's the only rule no one seems to follow!

[bossily]

I follow it.

[She reminds him in a sing-song tone, walking past him into his room to look around. She wants to remark that he's made himself a nice little bell tower all the way up at the top, but that probably would bring up some monster references and she definitely doesn't think of him as a monster. So she keeps her mouth shut and goes to set down her armload of things next to some of his other stuff.

Her eyes slowly look around, and she realizes it really is a mess in here. The nanny in her starts getting to work right away, picking up after him and trying to sort things into neat rows.]

Have you thought about what you'll do if this doesn't work? Not that it won't. But having a plan is good, isn't it?