The Forgotten

Chapter 2

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There were times that The Doctor wondered if it would be possible to transport yourself across the galaxy through sheer force of will? However if it were possible for anyone than surely that would be for a Time Lord of Galifrey, if so The Doctor hoped those abilities kicked in soon for all their sakes. Staring blankly and humming to himself The Doctor tried his best to picture himself somewhere else, anywhere else in fact, even being chased down by Dalek's might be preferable right now....

Well perhaps not that but close The Doctor mused as he winced as he was stabbed yet again in the ankle.

"If you held still for longer than 5 seconds I would be done Doctor and believe me I would much rather not get blood on this trousers."

Suitably chastised The Doctor did his best, even though he could feel a definite wiggle starting in his left little toe.

"Doctor!"

The mere growling of his name from the diminutive brunette crouching at his feet had him freezing once again. This time ignoring that mutinous little toe as it itched to move.

"There done finally." Clara huffed carefully pulling the remaining pins from between her lips and sticking them rather too viciously for The Doctor's liking back into her pin ball.

"Just be careful when you take them off, if you snag just one of those pins we'll have to start all over again..." Clara added and the wrathful look she shot The Doctor promised a more painful punishment than even his instructors at the academy could have devised.

So instead he stood there meekly afraid to move lest he somehow displace the blessed pins until Clara's expression morphed from one of vindication to exasperation.

"Well go on Danny only has till five to get them to the shop." Clara snapped shooing The Doctor when he didn't immediately jump to obey. "Off take them off Doctor!"

Sharing a look of mutual understanding over Clara's shoulder it was a testament to either how far their relationship had improved or how much of a Bridezilla Clara the control freak Oswald was that The Doctor was sympathising with Danny Pink.

Gingerly The Doctor unbuttoned the fly of the dove grey trousers, wincing as the sharp little pins took full advantage of the movement to dig into his sensitive skin.

"You know I know a fabulous little tailor shop in the 51st Century on one of the moons around Jupiter...I could just pop over there no harm no fuss..."

"Until they come back suddenly complete with polka dots or able to fly." Clara commented with a knowing snort. "No Doctor you hand those trousers over right now and let one of our nice human seamstresses make the adjustments."

Knowing he was beaten when those dark eyes of Clara's turned a little red at the centre The Doctor just accepted the inevitable humiliation, unbuttoning the damn trousers and stepping out of them gingerly.

"Question marks!" Clara couldn't help but laugh, glancing over her shoulder at her fiancé who was also suitably amused. "It makes one wonder what is the question don't you agree Danny?"

"Well they are certainly a provocative choice." Danny Pink replied enjoying the embarrassed flush to The Doctor's cheeks, it almost made all the running around he had to do bearable.

"Oh ha bloody ha." The Doctor groused grabbing his favourite skinny tartan trousers and jabbing his long skinny legs into the holes so fast he practically got a friction burn.

"You only have yourself to blame Doctor. If you had actually turned up to your appointment at the suit shop when you were supposed to then Danny wouldn't have had to guess your size and..."