Disclaimer: The Doctor doesn't belong to me. Unfortunately.
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"Now, where did I put my sonic screwdriver?"
Clara stifled a laugh. "It's in your hand, Doctor."
He frowned with those impressive new eyebrows of his, and looked down. Sure enough, the fingers of his right hand were curled around the sonic device. The Doctor sighed.
"Don't get old, Clara."
She smirked. "Oh I'll try not to."
The Doctor regarded her levelly for a second, the humour leaving his eyes, replaced by something else. Something unreadable.
"Don't try too hard," he said quietly.
"Don't worry." She took his free hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I won't."
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