'I love you, it's ruining my life' - Taylor Swift
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"Your world would be much better off if you lost me."
"Don't say things like that. What difference does it even make? Either way, I'm travelling with you, and I'm in danger. One way we'll both just...
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Charlotte was quite surprised when she returned to the play park she had left the Doctor in, hot chocolates in hand, and he excitedly seized her arm. She had almost dropped the drinks she bought them as he dragged her to the Tardis, raving about his new plan to find Clara after the others had been so unsuccessful. She was even more surprised when the Doctor's plan was revealed to be bunkering down in an English Monastery in the year 1207 to brainstorm. Charlotte wasn't actually sure that this plan would help them at all, nor did she believe the Doctor could handle lying low in a peaceful monastery for more than thirty minutes. He proved her wrong though... on one count at least, and they have been holed up in the dingy spare room of the monastery for two weeks now.
It hasn't been that bad. Actually, it has been quite nice to get out of the Tardis for a while and be together in such a small space, even if the Doctor has been a bit mopey given his failed attempts to prove that Clara is out there somewhere, breathing.
The monks are not exactly fond of the arrangement and Charlotte thinks her presence in the building makes them more uncomfortable than the Doctor's. They haven't voiced these feelings to either of them, although Charlotte suspects that's probably because they are actually afraid of her and the Doctor. 'The woman in strange clothing and the mad monk.'
It does not really matter though because the married couple tend to keep to themselves. Charlotte occasionally slips out to the nearby town to buy them food or to get some fresh air whilst the Doctor ponders the mystery that is Clara Oswin Oswald, but today is the longest she has left the Doctor since they arrived at the monastery. She brought back some fresh rolls and cheese for the pair to share for dinner and she places the brown paper parcel of food down on the table when she gets back. The Doctor stands with his back to her, working intently on a painting which she cannot see, but he straightens up when he hears her.
"Hi, honey," he greets her, still not turning to face her.
"Hello," she says softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek into the brown robes draped over his back. "Figure anything out?"
"No," he mutters and she sighs.
"Well, we'll come up with something," Charlotte says optimistically, and then she untangles her limbs from around him and moves to the middle of the room. The old cloak she wears to disguise her modern day outfit sways around her ankles as she moves, and she laughs a little before spinning around and letting the brown fabric fan out around her. The Doctor finally turns to face her then, his back to the painting as he watches her twirl with a smile playing on his lips. "I might wear a cloak more often."
"Please do," he says, looking her up and down. "You look all medieval. Like a princess."
"How many princesses do you know that wear old brown cloaks?" Charlotte asks, pointing down at the fraying edges of the cloak.
"You'd be surprised. That's what most princesses wear when they're doing something bad."
