"What is it?" Clara's eyes peered over the Doctor's shoulder at the long metallic object in his hands.
"I dont know." he stated flatly and a look of surprise crossed Clara's features. Rarely did the Doctor ever not know something.
She couldn't help but grin at the frown that deepened his features.
"So, what is it doing on earth?" she queried.
"What does that mean?" the Doctor looked at Clara and eyed her with something between amusement and annoyance. "Why are you assuming its alien? Why can't this be some new form of artwork that another one of you pudding brains made up?" He smirks at that, but freezes when he catches the glare that he is receiving from Clara.
"Doctor, we are humans not pudding brains." She bites out trying to make her words sound like ice.God, he was insufferable. "Besides, just look at those symbols. We can't make things like that just appear. Not yet, at least." She glances up at him to see his brow furrowing in thought. Clara sighs, trying to hold back the urge to reach out and run her fingers along the hardened lines of his face. Really, he could be so distracting.
"Right." he said, bringing her thoughts back to the strange object he held in his gloved hands.
"Can I see it?" she asked, a tentative smile creping onto her face. He held it out to her and she reached out to wrap her fingers around the metal but she never finished the action.
"Don't!" someone yelled from behind her and both her and the doctor jumped. "Don't touch it!" American. Clara recognized the accent and turned to face a young woman.
She was standing at the door with a small pistol trained on the Doctor.
"Put the obelisk down." She bit out, and the Doctor followed her order, setting the metallic object on the table. He gave Clara a puzzled look before turning back to the woman at the door. "Hands up. Where I can see them. Good. My name is special agent Skye, with S.H.I.E.L.D. You two are coming with me."