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Back In A Flash

//A/N// this chapter has not yet been edited for grammar and scentance structure yet.
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Clara Oswald had been lied to.

The Doctor had promised to be back in four minutes. He even had the nerve to lecture her about being out of the washroom on time. After a solid 5 minutes of waiting outside the ladies room, Clara began to grow tired of stumbling drunks asking her for breath mints. Then, after another 10 minutes of picking a peice of a strangers gum out of her hair, she threw in the towel for waiting for the Doctor near the restrooms.

Herself and the doctor had just been on an exhilarating journey to the Victorian era. Clara had no problem persuading him into following her halfway across London for petticoat shopping, and she huled at least 7 onto the TARDIS, just in case. For some odd reason that time era had always struck a chord with her, and she could never leave it without taking something familiar. She did end up putting one of the dresses to good use though, for Clara and the Doctor ended their night in a garden party.

Of all the places to take a restroom stop, an American sports bar would not have been her first choice. Despite it being better than using the washroom in the 18 th century, the location wasn't ideal.

First of all, it smelled, not of pine trees and wood chips, which you would have excpeted in a wooden room. Instead it smelled of cigarette butts, alcohol, drugstore perfume and musk. The pungent smell had the worst possible combination of ingredients to be stuck sitting with for over an hour. Waiting for a man who apparently had to run an errand.

Secoondly, the taxidermy that was givin the illusion to be emerging from the walls, made it seem as though she could be attacked by some mountain sheep gone bonkers at any second. When all the American commercials had ended and the Football game returned, she found that she was frowning to herself. The creatures on the wall sparked memory's of distant galaxy's, whose inhabitants were unjust to such beautiful creatures. Just as they were here

The Doctor perhaps? She casually checked her watch, he was over an hour and a half late. A smirk stretched across her face as she grabbed her scarlet coat and a bottle of water. After taking a moment to tip the bartender she made her way towards the spruce wood door

She pushed her way through the crowd. A frenzy of sports fans and poorly dressed women. Clara twisted the cap of the waterbottles open and ready for a drink. When suddeny a woman in a white blouse nearly rammed into her waterbottle. Thankfully Clara's cat-like skills allowed the small girl to move the waterbottle out of the way on time, only to end up spilling down the front of a mans shirt.

Her mouth dropped as she began to apologize to the man. Though you couldn't really see any sign of water, for the shirt was black. It also appeared that he had multiple layers on.

"Hey, hey it's alright I've got extra shirts in my car" He spoke as if he were talking to a small child "there's no harm done"

Clara sighed with relief and looked up at his face. Despite looking no older than 26, he had small signs of smile wrinkles around piercing emerald eyes. When he smiled at her his smile was slightly lopsided, and when she focused in the dim light she could see a light dash of freckles.

"Can I help you with anything? Maybe buy you a drink if you've got the time?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Clara smiled up at him "I appreciate the offer and I would probably buy the drinks considering to get the water out of your shirt" she paused for a moment as he chuckled "but I thought I heard my ride outside"

He nodded along acting like a perfect gentleman despite having just been turned down "Let me at least walk you out then"

Clara smiled, not thinking about the oddity it would be for him to drop her off at a phone box. "Yes, I would like that"

His eyes searched her face for a moment before he offered her his hand. She placed her watterbottle back into her purse, and took his hand as they made their way to the front door.