Disclaimer: Don't own it. Nope.
Warnings: OOC, OC, AU, Slash in later chappies.
A/n: Welcome to my first muti-chaptered ficcy. YAY! Came to me while writing a one-shot that I really should be working on right now. Enjoy, and try not to squirm too much.
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Clara fidgeted slightly. Her dining partner stirred his coffee, seeming deep in thought, watching as the white of the milk disappeared into blackness.
He seemed in deep turmoil.
She didn't know who would break the silence first, but as she watched her friend fidget with his napkin, and dart his eyes around the small café, she knew she would need to be the one to break the silence first.
"Clank-" Clara started, but she was interrupted.
"Clara, have you ever wanted to tell the truth, but was afraid of how it would be received?"
Clara was taken aback. She had thought that this was going to be a nice, quiet, friendly date, but along with Clank's strange behavior and out-of-character comment, she got the feeling that she was in for a long, bumpy ride.
Clara threw Clank a look of confusion. Her blonde haired companion didn't notice the look. He seemed captivated by his swirling cup of coffee, still spinning even after three minutes after his spoon had entered the liquid.
"Clank!" Clara was beginning to get worried.
Clank sighed and turned his attention to Clara.
"Clara-" Clank started, then stopped, trying to get his thoughts together. "Clara, in the time that I have known you . . . you have not truly known me." Clank licked his lips and took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure I follow." Clara furrowed her brow, peering confusedly at Clank through her black bangs.
Clank closed his eyes and rubbed his face tiredly. He pulled his shoulders back, trying to create and air of confidence to help him tell his tale.
"Clara, I am not from here."
Clara gave her friend an odd look, scrutinizing his white blonde hair that glowed silver in the light, his paler than moonlight skin, and his green eyes that glowed eerily. She knew he was not from around here, from the first time she met him, in that tiny book store, all those years ago.
"Look, if you're trying to tell me that you're an illegal alien who came here to make it big-I'm okay with it. It happens every day. It's no big deal." Clara said, smiling softly.
Clank massaged his temple.
"No, you do not understand." Clank returned his eyes to his cup of coffee. "I am not of this world, of this galaxy, even." Clank closed his eyes, knowing that he would be considered crazy by an arrogant, close-minded being, such as a human.
"You mean like an alien? As in an alien from outer space?!" Clara laughed uncontrollably, disturbing some of the costumers sitting around them, who turned and glared at the oblivious Clara.
Clara wiped her eyes as she calmed herself, smiling sweetly at the glaring patrons.
Clank's shoulders sagged at Clara's outburst. He knew he shouldn't have told her. He was just so tired of lying to her. He just hoped she was more open-minded than the rest of her species. Apparently, he was wrong.
Clara saw Clank's downtrodden face.
"You can't be serious?! I mean an alien? C'mon, you know they don't exist. They're just made up hype made by drunken hicks." Clara stated, expecting Clank to realize that she didn't fall for his prank, and he would smile and admit it, and they would laugh about it for a while, then forget about by tonight.
Clank's mood did not get better, in fact he seemed to become more and more downtrodden.
"Clank?" Clara questioned.
"Clara, I am being perfectly honest with you."
"Clank, you shouldn't be talking like that." Clara stopped and looked around her and continued in a low whisper. "My cousin got put in an insane asylum for stuff like that."
"I am telling the truth!" Clank exclaimed, starting to loose his temper.
Clara shook her head and sipped her latte, a small smile playing on her features.
Clank rolled his eyes. "This is exactly the reason why I did not tell you in the first place." Clank mumbled. He stood up from his seat. Paying for his part of the bill, he walked out the door, into the snow-covered streets of downtown Manhattan.
Clara watched her blonde haired companion walk away. Amused smile still playing on her lips, she finished her latte, watching as the clouds continued to become darker and snow began to cover the skyscrapers that touched the sky.
Clara exited the small shop, trudging toward her apartment building, thinking about what just transpired between her and her green-eyed friend.
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Clank walked through the door of his small apartment, closing the door softly and shuffling toward the couch.
His roommate was no where insight. He figured he was off somewhere, working on some sort of device, or fiddling with the computer.
Clank hung his coat on the coat rack next to the T.V. and sat down, dropping his head into his hands.
Clara's disbelief wasn't what was bothering him, but it was the memories that went to the forefront of his mind when he wanted to make his confession.
Clank's roommate came walking of the bedroom, horribly singing a pop song he had heard on the radio.
He noticed Clank's distressed body language.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Clank turned toward his companion.
"It is nothing, Al."
"It sure looked like something." Said Al, setting down the device he was working on.
Clank rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I tried to tell Clara the truth."
"What?!" exclaimed Al. "You said that you would never say anything about that, that it was behind you, and should stay there."
"I know what I said!" snapped Clank.
Al sighed. "Let me guess. She didn't believe you?"
Clank shook his head.
"Doesn't surprise me." Al sighed.
"That's not the only thing that's bothering you, is it?" Al asked.
His green-eyed friend turned his eyes toward his bigger counterpart.
"I know it was so long ago, but I miss him."
Al sighed, knowing whom Clank was talking about. "Clank, I thought you were over that."
"I thought so, too."
Al sat down next to Clank, knowing that this was going to be a long night.
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A/n: YAY! First chappie done. Stay tuned for the next chap, next week, Adios, and don't forget to REVIEW!!