April 30th, 2013
It was 6:34 a.m. Clara Oswald quickly moved around the kitchen of the Maitland's, preparing a bag lunch for Angie and Artie, at the same time trying to get both of the children out the door so they weren't late for school... so she wasn't late for school. She'd already missed too many days on her job without excuses or notice. It was wasn't like the high school teacher could go up to the school board and say she was missing days because she was saving the flipping world. She would be thrown in the funny farm before she got excused day off for that. She finished the bag lunches, glancing up to see Angie holding Artie's book above her head just out of her brother's reach.
"Come on, Ang'! Give it back!"
With an inward sigh, the brunette woman cleared her throat, grabbing the attention of the two kids she was the nanny to. "Oi, you two! Cut it out! Are you ready to go?"
They exchanged looks, and Angie immediately gave Artie his book back. Ever since the Cybermen incident, they'd been hanging on her every word. I might not be the Queen of the universe, but I'm the boss. Angie went off to get her books, while Artie walked over to Clara to get his lunch. She handed to him, smiling slightly as at the kid.
"Finished that book yet?" she asked, pointing to his copy of Summer Falls. A small smile touched her face as she said this.
"I'm re-reading it!" he explained, as Angie came into the room with her book sack.
"You're such a nerd," she said to her brother as she grabbed her lunch from Clara and began walking over to the door, followed by her younger brother.
"I am not!" he protested.
Clara watched them for a moment, before she grabbed her purse and followed them quickly. The moment before any of them got to the door, the doorbell went off. Clara raised and eyebrow, perplexed, pulling the door open to reveal a two men in the doorway. Both of them, in her opinion, were quite attractive. They looked as if they had stepped out of some action movie and had landed on her front porch. Both were dressed in a very formal fashion, much more formal than Clara was used too. They were wearing suits, which contrasted to her business casual choice of dress that she was wearing to school.
The first that caught her notice was the taller of the two, who was without a doubt over a foot taller than she was. It is hard not to notice someone over a foot taller than you, in all honesty. He had long-ish brown hair that Clara bet Angie would've tried to braid if she ever got the chance. He had a heavy tan that looked natural, as if he spent a lot of time outside. However, it was dulled by the fact he was rather pale at the moment, like he might be ill with something. He was looking at her with mild interest. Just something about the way he held himself, though. It showed her that this man had lived through some very tough times in his life. Loss as well.
The other man stood directly in front of her, giving her a slight smirk that she would almost consider flirtatious. He had the same tan as the taller man had, who was standing half a pace behind him. He had a crew-cut haircut, the kind she associated with former soldiers a lot of the time. He looked it, too. She noticed the man had more than a few scars that looked like knife wounds. Or something. He had very pretty green eyes, which were currently studying her as if were looking for weapons.
Both of pulled out American FBI badges and showed them to her.
There isn't a manual of how to react to these situations!
She noticed she was staring, and she glanced down, taking notice of her kids. Angie's mouth was slightly opened, and Artie had the expression as if a bunch of his favorite book characters dropped out of the sky. He loved crime books, Artie did. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. Before she could speak, the shorter of the two spoke first.
"We're looking for a man called the Doctor, have you seen him?"
Clara raised an eyebrow. Of course this has something to do with him. Since when have the Americans been involved?
"Maybe... why? Do you need his help with something? Who are you people?" It was the crew-cut's turn to hesitate. His words seemed forced.
"Yes... we need his help," he remarked, the phase coming out odd. She suspected it wasn't common for this man to ask for help. Men are all the same, she thought to herself. Crew cut seemed to pause, and the taller man took his place. He spoke in a much calmer way.
"This is Special Agent Ulrich. I am Special Agent Hetfield. We are looking for the Doctor because we are involved on a case involving a blue box. We have been informed is his trademark." He looked over at the other agent, from what Clara could tell was a question in his eyes. The other simply shrugged. Hetfield nodded. Alright, they've definitely known each other for a long time if they can communicate with using the English language. He handed her a paper, which seemed to be a report on... blue box appearances in her area?
"It always seems to appear here on Wednesdays so we decided to start here. You are his companion, correct?"
"Well, you seem to be right on all points, but if you know anything about me, you'll know I'm a teacher. As a teacher you should know it's Wednesday. I have work in..." she checked her watch. "Exactly 18 minutes, actually. As much as I would love to chat with the two of you, I'm going to get fired if I miss any more days, so if would excuse me..." she grabbed the back of Artie and Angie's book sacks, leading them between the agents. She smirked as she began to walk toward the sidewalk. Coal Hill was only a block away from the house, easily within walking distance. Angie and Artie seemed to have dropped into a confused silence. Better than having them mouthing off at the agents.
The agents exchanged looks, before following immediately behind the brunette.
"Missy, we're the FBI. We can get you out of a day of work and we will do it by force if necessary," Ulrich stated, catching up with her and the kids, the taller agent only a pace behind.
Clara stopped suddenly, almost causing Ulrich to run into her. She directed Angie and Artie toward the school, before she turned to face the two men. "If you ever call me 'missy' again I will punch you in the nose," she stated simply to the shorter of the two men. Hetfield smiled, looking very amused by this statement, but Clara kept going.
"There are two reasons that I'm not believing you. First of all, I'm a British citizen and you've got no authority here. Second, unless you both had parents who loved Metallica, those are so not your real names. Now that we've been through that, who are you really?" The brown-haired girl waited for an answer as the two turned to face each other.
"I told you not to bring the old I.D. cards, Sam!" Sam raised his hands in defense, before glancing over at Clara.
"Alright, you caught us. My name is Sam Winchester, this is my brother, Dean."
Clara stared at them for a moment. "Why do you want to see the Doctor, boys? The man isn't due to pop in for another 10 hours. It's barely morning and I've got work!" She glanced up at the only just rising sun on the horizon, looking back at the men. I need to hurry this along so I can get to work.
Sam responded, a bit awkwardly, "There have been a series of disappearances that have occurred in the states, and we haven't got any leads on how they happened in the States recently, and the only common factor is..."
Clara cut him off, "A blue box, right? You did some digging and you found, all throughout history, there has been one familiar name. The Doctor. A lot of the lore is centered in the UK, right?"
Sam simply nodded, "We needed information, so we decided we needed to come to over here in person."
Dean spoke up, "I didn't say anything about flying out here. It was all your idea, bitch."
Sam glanced at cell phone, "Jerk. I think you were making history by managing to not empty your stomach into a bag before the end of the flight."
Clara cleared her throat and the Winchesters both returned their attention to the brown haired girl. "So, basically you two just got here from America then?"
Sam was the first to respond, "Yeah, you could say that."
"Actually we came here straight he from the airport, doll. Didn't know that all the hotels here were so expensive."
"Don't call me doll, Winchester. My name's Clara. If you want to stay here for the next few hours, you can, just don't be around when Mr. Maitland gets here. He's going to be back from Cardiff in a week or so," she stated, "Wait, if you came straight here, where are your bags?"
Sam turned, walking over to a bush next to the house. He pulled two travel suitcases out of them promptly. Dean was still watching Clara, grinning. She raised her arms in exasperation.
"You know, right now, I don't feel like dealing with the pair of you. I'm late for work. Don't make yourselves too comfortable. The Doctor will be around in a couple of hours." She turned on her heel, walking away from the two men with an air of sass.
"Looks like we have somewhere to stay," Dean told his brother as the girl walked off. "She's a piece of work..."
Sam rolled his eyes, thrusting one of the suitcases into his brothers hands. "Don't flirt with the Doctor's companion, man," he remarked simply, before walking to the large empty house.
Dean raised is arms indignantly. "I wasn't! I'm just stating the God's honest truth." He walked up the step, shutting the door behind his brother with a snap.
