But today feels like a different day.

The universe hangs by such a delicate thread of points, it's useless to meddle with it. Unless, like me, you're a Time Lord. (Independent Doctor Who RP blog. Not affiliated with or endorsed by the BBC. NSFW can and likely will happen, will be tagged appropriately and be put behind read mores.)

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

The Doctor hated having his concerns dismissed and went dead silent, merely giving her a Look and then turning for the console. The trip didn’t take long as it was only spacial and that only to the outer limits of the city itself.

Gathering his things, he moved toward the door before stopping at it  and turning back to her. “I know what you should do, but I already know you well enough not to even try to ask you to stay in the TARDIS. Fine.  Unless you want me to have to greet the children with the news you have become the latest victim of the Autons I strongly suggest you follow my lead and keep as.. quiet as you possibly can. Now, come on.” Without waiting for an acknowledgement, he opened the door and looked around for signs of being watched before edging out.

          His concern for her was appreciated,    but she couldn’t afford to slow down. Not    when Angie and Artie were in danger,     because of her. ❝ Deal,❞ she replied. 

   Clara peaked out after him, almost     unconsciously reaching out for him,    fingertips brushing over his coat. When    anyone else may have thought to run away,    to wait in the TARDIS, Clara just knew that    the safest place she could be was right    there with him. ❝ No genius, but that     looks promising,❞ she whispered to him,    pointing to the Autons she saw, almost like    they were guarding the building.

[teaandjazz]

He followed the direction she was pointing and his eyes narrowed. "Yes. Very promising. Almost too much so. One wonders why they're being so obvious?" He let the weight of that question hang there for a moment Gesturing over his shoulder to follow, he moved forward as quietly as possible.

"Stay close once we're inside," he murmured. "We don't need to get separated. We're the only chance those children have, and they need us all in one piece to get them out alive."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

He took her by the shoulders and sighed, turning her away from the console. “Clara, listen to me. Your heart rate is just under danger levels. I don’t want to turn this rescue into one done in your memory.”

This woman was already incredibly important to him, that much he knew. “Trust me, Clara. I’m the Doctor.”

          ❝ They’re kids, and they are scared.    Don’t worry about me, Doctor. Worry about    them.❞ She breathed deeply, focusing on    the Doctor’s gentle expression, counting    each breath she took. Clara knew what it    was like to be a scared child, though that    was simply because she wandered away     from her mother. This was far different. 

   Without even thinking about it, she replied,     ❝ I do trust you. So trust me too, Doctor. I’ll    be okay once I know they’re safe again.❞

[teaandjazz]

The Doctor hated having his concerns dismissed and went dead silent, merely giving her a Look and then turning for the console. The trip didn't take long as it was only spacial and that only to the outer limits of the city itself.

Gathering his things, he moved toward the door before stopping at it  and turning back to her. "I know what you should do, but I already know you well enough not to even try to ask you to stay in the TARDIS. Fine.  Unless you want me to have to greet the children with the news you have become the latest victim of the Autons I strongly suggest you follow my lead and keep as.. quiet as you possibly can. Now, come on." Without waiting for an acknowledgement, he opened the door and looked around for signs of being watched before edging out.

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

Back inside the TARDIS, and with Clara firmly planted in one of the comfortable reading chairs (a rather nice touch, the Doctor thought), he paused for a moment to think. “The very first thing we employ is that great British steadier of the nerves - tea. Fortunately I keep a kettle in the console room at all times for just such an emergency.”

"The second thing we do is.. steady on, old girl.. is we track outbound energy signatures, and there are plenty of those. Interesting."

          ❝ Tea at a time like this? No way. ❞

   She got up from the arm chair, even though it was    quite comfortable, and walked towards the console.    Clara was not the most patient person, especially     when she was unhappy, for whatever reason.     Impatiently, she began poking at the console.

          ❝ Can’t we tell the difference between those    energy signatures? I bet I could. How do you work    this thing? ❞ 

[teaandjazz]

He took her by the shoulders and sighed, turning her away from the console. "Clara, listen to me. Your heart rate is just under danger levels. I don't want to turn this rescue into one done in your memory."

This woman was already incredibly important to him, that much he knew. "Trust me, Clara. I'm the Doctor."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

The Doctor was whirring his sonic screwdriver toward the debris. “No,” he stated flatly. “No sign of human remains detectable.” She looked primed to go deeper into the rubble and he had to pull her back by an arm. Worse, he had to force her to look at him. “Clara! Listen to me. Focus on my voice. There.. that’s better. Good. They’re not in there, nor were they.” Her eyes finally seemed to track onto his. “Good, good. We need to find the Nestene Consciousness and get them back. Clara, listen to me - there’s still time, if we hurry!”:

Turning for the TARDIS, he turned at the door and held out a hand to her. “Clara.. we can find them. We can bring them home. Please..take my hand. We can save them. Just come, please come.”

   He was talking, but the words didn’t want to     register in her mind. So many thoughts were    rushing through her head, each one worse than    the last. And then she felt her gaze guided to his    face. Eyes focused on his, and Clara exhaled.

          ❝ What do we do? ❞ she asked, attempting    to make her voice sound stronger than she actually    felt. Without even looking, she reach out, her hand    slipping right into his, as if she’d done it a thousand    times. ❝ They’re just kids, Doctor. What do you    need me to do? ❞ She didn’t care if it would be     dangerous; she’d be there, right by his side, saving    the world from whatever was happening now.

[teaandjazz]

Back inside the TARDIS, and with Clara firmly planted in one of the comfortable reading chairs (a rather nice touch, the Doctor thought), he paused for a moment to think. "The very first thing we employ is that great British steadier of the nerves - tea. Fortunately I keep a kettle in the console room at all times for just such an emergency."

"The second thing we do is.. steady on, old girl.. is we track outbound energy signatures, and there are plenty of those. Interesting."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

The TARDIS materialized and immediately dull thuds and shouts fading away to screams could be heard from outside the walls. Making a wordless sound of frustration, he ran for the door only a second ahead of Clara.

What they saw was a street filled with ruined cars and burning houses, one of which was the Maitlands. “Tell me that house isn’t what I think it is?”

   Clara froze in horror for just a moment behind    the Doctor before rushing past him. She ran     towards the house, ignoring everything else     happening around her. They were just kids,    and this was happening because of her.

          ❝ Angie! Artie! ❞ she yelled, climbing over    the debris of the front door. There was no answer.    Clara felt cursed. Always losing things. Her favorite    pencils, her pet cat, her gran, her mother… now the    two innocent children that she was supposed to take    care of. It hurt to breathe, probably the smoke, but    she kept on going, searching for any sign of life.    Nothing. ❝ They’re not here. They can’t be dead. ❞

[teaandjazz]

The Doctor was whirring his sonic screwdriver toward the debris. "No," he stated flatly. "No sign of human remains detectable." She looked primed to go deeper into the rubble and he had to pull her back by an arm. Worse, he had to force her to look at him. "Clara! Listen to me. Focus on my voice. There.. that's better. Good. They're not in there, nor were they." Her eyes finally seemed to track onto his. "Good, good. We need to find the Nestene Consciousness and get them back. Clara, listen to me - there's still time, if we hurry!":

Turning for the TARDIS, he turned at the door and held out a hand to her. "Clara.. we can find them. We can bring them home. Please..take my hand. We can save them. Just come, please come."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

He stopped and turned to her, worry written large. “They didn’t get you where we were, they’ll make haste for Chiswick next. If we don’t get there before they do..” He said nothing further, but the message was clear - if they didn’t get to Chiswick first, everyone where Clara would normally be would die.

          ❝ Me? I barely know him.. you, that    well though. Why would they be after me? ❞

   Worry set in, made apparent by the expression    upon her face. She didn’t know the Doctor, the     one that wore a bow tie and had floppy hair. Why    would these Autons be after her? Clara, usually    calm as could be, felt the need to panic, just a little bit.    Quickly, she  told him the street, watching him     and waiting for him to get them there.

          ❝ How do we stop it, Doctor? ❞ She couldn’t    lose anyone else, especially not Angie and Artie.     Her voice had cracked, a sliver of fear shining through,    praying that the Doctor could help her, that he could    keep them safe.

[teaandjazz]

The TARDIS materialized and immediately dull thuds and shouts fading away to screams could be heard from outside the walls. Making a wordless sound of frustration, he ran for the door only a second ahead of Clara.

What they saw was a street filled with ruined cars and burning houses, one of which was the Maitlands. "Tell me that house isn't what I think it is?"

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

          ❝A bit, I suppose.❞

   The box… he called it a TARDIS, right?    It looked different. Very different. She was    a bit in awe, really. Clara found herself    walking around the room, her eyes taking    everything in as it was now.

          ❝Chiswick,❞ she replied casually. Her    father was away, so he would he alright.     Well, actually she lived in Shoreditch, but    she’d been staying with the Maitlands.    ❝I can just call them though, tell them to    stay in? Bit easier than explaining the box    appearing in the sitting room. How do we    stop the plastic people… the Autons?❞

[teaandjazz]

He seemed not to have heard her. "Where in Chiswick? Quickly, those Autons weren't coming for me, Clara. I'm very much afraid they were coming for you."

He moved quickly away from the console to rummage among the bookshelves. "The TARDIS was drawn here by the control signal that animates them and directs their actions." Finding nothing, he swore under his breath in some alien language or othjer and moved to a set of drawers. "Something or someone sent the Nestene Consciousness - the animating behind those things - after you. I can only guess to get at your own Doctor."

He stopped and turned to her, worry written large. "They didn't get you where we were, they'll make haste for Chiswick next. If we don't get there before they do.." He said nothing further, but the message was clear - if they didn't get to Chiswick first, everyone where Clara would normally be would die.

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

A warm smile lit his features and he gave her hand  a very gentlemanly peck. “Well, a lovely name for a lovely -” An energy bolt impacted the tree behind them. “Ah. Well. It looks as if we might have company.”

He poked his head around the corner and saw a crowd of black featured bodies marching stiffly toward them. “Definitely company and definitely unpleasant company at that.”

   She wasn’t quite sure how to react when    he took her hand, and kissed it. This was    certainly not the awkward Doctor that she     knew. For a moment Clara blushed, and     she was thankful that he didn’t notice. Not so    thankful that the tree behind them exploded…

          ❝ What are they? What do we do? ❞

   Clara found herself backing up, nearer    to the Doctor, to the point where she     bumped up against him. She wasn’t scared…    just concerned.

[teaandjazz]

"The very first thing we do is duck inside the old girl, here. I'm guessing you two know each other in future?" Another bolt impacted, right at Clara's feet but not hitting her. "Right! In we go, and quickly!"

Without waiting for either of them to say anything further, he tugged her inside and shut the door behind them with a relieved grunt. "Autons! Think of them as homicidal mannequins with extremely nasty weaponry."

He darted to the console. "Hope you don't mind a short trip. Where's your home? We need to get there and warn them, straightaway!"

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

He patted himself down with a curious. “Just one. As of me there’s only been eight, but I’m given to understand there’s at least three more after me. Sorry, my manners are abysmal. I didn’t catch your name?”

❝ Sorry, I’m a bit lost. You’re the Doctor but not the one...

[teaandjazz]

A warm smile lit his features and he gave her hand  a very gentlemanly peck. "Well, a lovely name for a lovely -" An energy bolt impacted the tree behind them. "Ah. Well. It looks as if we might have company."

He poked his head around the corner and saw a crowd of black featured bodies marching stiffly toward them. "Definitely company and definitely unpleasant company at that."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz:

The door opened and a much different face peeked out, surrounded by a mop of curls with perpetually amused eyes.  “Er.. I suspect I’m not the Doctor you’re looking for. Well, I am but not the.. right, hello. Mind telling me what year this is? Chronometer’s busted.”

He was relatively sure he’d never clapped eyes on this woman before. Although  he found himself wishing he had. A man could get lost, swimming in eyes like those.

   The man that opened the door was    not the person she was expecting to see.    Not the Doctor she was looking for?    Nevertheless, she didn’t back away.    She was already intrigued, perhaps    a bit more than she should be.     Clara liked to think that she was quite smart,    but she couldn’t fight off the confusion.

          ❝ What do you mean?               How many Doctors are there? ❞

[teaandjazz]

He patted himself down with a curious. "Just one. As of me there's only been eight, but I'm given to understand there's at least three more after me. Sorry, my manners are abysmal. I didn't catch your name?"

[claraaoswlds-blog]

teaandjazz​ 

   Clara was not waiting around for    the Doctor. No way. She was, however,    looking out for that blue box. It was    a mystery… when would it show up?    Where would it be? Then she spotted it,    on her way home. With a hesitant smile,    she walked up to it and grabbed the handle.    It didn’t budge. Did she knock?    She did. Three times, to be precise.

          ❝ Doctor, you gonna let me in? ❞

[teaandjazz]

The door opened and a much different face peeked out, surrounded by a mop of curls with perpetually amused eyes.  "Er.. I suspect I'm not the Doctor you're looking for. Well, I am but not the.. right, hello. Mind telling me what year this is? Chronometer's busted."

He was relatively sure he'd never clapped eyes on this woman before. Although  he found himself wishing he had. A man could get lost, swimming in eyes like those.

[bandfullofmuses]

~Open

[teaandjazz]

"Yes,yes, I’m fine. Honestly! Erm.. bit of an odd question, though. I wonder if you might be so good as to tell me when and where we are? My.. ah.. watch is playing up." Utterly transparent, but better than telling this person that the TARDIS was pulling a strop again and decided to put down here.

[bandfullofmuses]

“Cardiff, I think. I’ve just arrived here. So I’m not sure.” She replied, rubbing behind her neck.

[teaandjazz]

"Ah, Cardiff, well that rather explains a lot. One of the biggest rifts.. well. Suppose I ought to introduce myself. I'm the Doctor." He let out an aggrieved groan and stretched his back with a rueful smirk, not thinking anything of his revelation.

[bandfullofmuses]

~Open

"Get back!"

[teaandjazz]

The rather Edwardian dressed man picked himself off the ground and rubbed his jaw with an amused look. “Not a bad punch, but as greetings go not the absolute most friendly.”

[bandfullofmuses]

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, sir. I-I thought you were sneaking up on me. Are you alright?” Auorora asked him with a worried look on her face. She offered a hand to help him get back onto his feet.

[teaandjazz]

"Yes,yes, I'm fine. Honestly! Erm.. bit of an odd question, though. I wonder if you might be so good as to tell me when and where we are? My.. ah.. watch is playing up." Utterly transparent, but better than telling this person that the TARDIS was pulling a strop again and decided to put down here.

[bandfullofmuses]

~Open

"Get back!"

[teaandjazz]

The rather Edwardian dressed man picked himself off the ground and rubbed his jaw with an amused look. "Not a bad punch, but as greetings go not the absolute most friendly."

[teaandjazz]

Some enchanted evening || Closed thread with ajiltedrose

[teaandjazz]

"Oh," he smirked "if you think the bypass is good now, just you wait until I’ve got those shapely legs draped around my neck like a scarf." He slowly undid the top button of her blouse while kissing her neck at the pulse point. "That is," he murmured "if you’re willing. Because if you are, I can assure you by the time we’re done it’ll be the better part of a week before either one of us aren’t walking oddly. I want it understood, though, that if you’re not ready we can stop. Right here, right now. I won’t force anything on you, Rose. Ever. I love you far, far too much to do that and I wouldn’t ever do so in any case. I just want to give the woman I love all of me.”

[coloursofrose]

She mewled at his words. How was it that he could make even the crudest things sound beautiful and incredibly tempting? Oh, it was a challenge she was more than willing to take him on it. “S’that right? Well I’d love t’see those lungs of ya put t’good use. We’ve been runnin’ an’ you’ve talked for hours. Now let’s see if they’re up to a different challenge, yeah?” 

Rose Tyler was more than ready if the damp between her legs was an indication of that. She blushed at the thought.

[teaandjazz]

He undid his shirt buttons and tossed his vest aside before moving in for his hungriest kiss yet. His eyes darkened with desire as he reached up to outright tear the blouse right off her. "Quicker that way," he growled, nipping roughly at her neck as his hand pushed up under the thin fabric of her bra to caress the generous mounds underneath, nipples already erect. "I've dreamed of this, so many times." His manhood was beginning to frankly strain at his trousers from their passion. This was going to be a very memorable night, indeed.

[defenderrosetyler]

Rose quickly followed withy a puzzled look on her face. The mans clothing was slightly odd. Still, she followed him anyway.

"What are we going after?" Rose asked. "It was nothing anyway. Just me seeing my dad’s accident from when be was killed"

[teaandjazz]

"Living plastic," he noted entirely offhandedly and then the rest of her words registered and he stopped, blinking. "How insensitive of me. It's never easy to lose the ones we love. But I'm afraid if we don't keep moving a lot more people are going to lose their loved ones. I.. know that sounds insane, but you'll see I'm not taking the mick quite soon, I'm afraid."

[teaandjazz]

Some enchanted evening || Closed thread with ajiltedrose

[coloursofrose]

His quick and decisive moments elicited a low rumble in the back of her throat as she fisted his shirt for balance. She gripped onto him tightly, both pulling him closer while steadying herself. She maneuvered them closer to the console where she leaned against and laced her arms around his neck. 

He was brilliant. This man and all his teasing. His tongue sought out hers and she granted his wish. She traced his top teeth with her tongue and whirled around his. The kiss enhanced their passion, igniting a brighter flame within them. Only then did her lungs begin to scream for oxygen. She hastily nudges him away and inhaled sharply. 

"Blimey," she panted. Her lips flushed and wet. "Birespiratory system sounds bloody brilliant right now."

[teaandjazz]

"Oh," he smirked "if you think the bypass is good now, just you wait until I've got those shapely legs draped around my neck like a scarf." He slowly undid the top button of her blouse while kissing her neck at the pulse point. "That is," he murmured "if you're willing. Because if you are, I can assure you by the time we're done it'll be the better part of a week before either one of us aren't walking oddly. I want it understood, though, that if you're not ready we can stop. Right here, right now. I won't force anything on you, Rose. Ever. I love you far, far too much to do that and I wouldn't ever do so in any case. I just want to give the woman I love all of me."