Chapter 1
The telly was on low, humming in the background like white noise. Leftover pizza sat on the coffee table. Clara's face was leant against Danny's shoulder, and there was no where in time and space she'd rather be. Friday nights were for Danny, and Danny alone. Or so Clara meant for them to be.
"You should come on a trip sometime." The words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them, earning a sigh from the tired eyed, albeit smiling, Danny Pink. Clara turned up to him. "Just once. To see what it's like."
Danny tapped his foot against the floor, rubbing a hand over his face. He said, "I don't even think he'd let me come. He'd probably go off about soldiers and how I would end up hurting someone."
Clara chuckled against his loosened tie. "You'd probably be likely to hurt him."
"I would, wouldn't I?" Danny grinned, and then sobered seemed to take her words more seriously. "If you really want me to come...then I guess I can."
Clara's head shot up in excitement. Danny held up a finger to curb her enthusiasm. "But only one trip. I don't want to become a...what does he call you? His?"
"Companion."
Danny laughed. "Companion! What year is he from, anyway?"
Clara shook her head. "He talks a lot about 1963."
Danny's eyes widened. "That explains a lot. He hasn't drugged our water or anything, has he?"
Clara swatted playfully at his arm. "Danny!"
"What? A lot of people got into weird stuff in the sixties!"
They shared one last laugh before Clara's phone buzzed in her pocket. She whipped it out and then glanced up at Danny, biting her lip.
"It's him. Should I ask if you can join us?"
Danny gestured with his hand. "Go for it. Just make sure he doesn't shout at me. I had Courtney for two periods today and I do not have the patience."
Clara touched his arm as she stood up. "Trust me, I don't either. I'll make sure he behaves."