[Author's Note: Ello Ello Ello! Good morning, my friends. Sorry for the late chapter, but apparently there's this thing called 'attitude' that I'm not allowed to have in the presence of my legal guardians unless I wish to have my computer privileges revoked. But I'm back now, so here you go! I like this prompt; I wanted to write something purely fun friendship because I think I've been too fluffy these past few chapters. I hope you like it!]
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Chapter 10:
Disguise (noun)- to change the appearance or guise of oneself so as to conceal identity or mislead, as by means of deception
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"Doctor, stop, this is a terrible idea." Clara protested as the Doctor began to unbutton his purple overcoat.
"Nonsense, this will work fine." The Doctor replied, peeling off the jacket and dropping it in a heap in front of Clara.
"You don't know that!" Clara yelped.
"Shh, voice down!" The Doctor said sharply, clamping a hand over her mouth. Clara made a mumbling sound of protest and tried to bite at his hand until he moved it off. The two of them ducked farther back behind the pile of boxes they were crouched behind. The Doctor peered out cautiously, watching as a patrol of people approached from the distance, knocking everything in their path over as they searched for them.
"No time now to think of a different plan." The Doctor stated, beginning to unbutton his vest. "You'll be fine, Clara, I promise."
"How do you know?!" Clara protested. She looked nervously out at the approaching crowd. "What if they have guns? Are you trying to get me killed?"
"Don't, worry, they're unarmed." The Doctor assured, struggling his vest off his shoulders. "I just need a diversion for a few seconds. Just enough to get out of here, so I can go take care of everything." He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pants pocket and tossed it in the air, catching it deftly. "Then you can come meet up with me later."
Clara sighed, looking displeased, but stopped protesting. The Doctor reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt and the Clara grabbed his hand. "Whoa, leave some of your clothes on." She said. "You'll call more attention to yourself running down the street naked."
The Doctor chuckled. "Right, right." He picked up his vest and handed it to her, reaching up to undo his bowtie while Clara slipped on the too-large garment.
"What happens when they catch me?" Clara asked, buttoning up the vest while the Doctor carefully tied the cloth of his bowtie around her neck.
"Nothing really. Once they realize who you are they'll probably just leave you alone. They don't care much about you, just me really." The Doctor answered.
"Never thought I'd be so happy to have people not care about me." Clara replied, causing the Doctor to grin. He picked up his coat off the ground and slipped it neatly onto her shoulders. She slid her arms through the sleeves, which were too long for her, and began to button it.
"This is never going to work." Clara muttered, standing up and brushing the dirt off the clothes.
"What are you talking about, you look just like me!" The Doctor beamed, looking Clara up-and-down. The ends of his coat she was wearing nearly brushed against the ground, and the bowtie was tied a bit too loosely around her neck, but he didn't think those were major faults.
"Hold on." He said, frowning. "Your hair might give it away." He reached under her arm into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out an odd-looking hat. He scooped up and handful of her long hair and crammed it under the hat, pushing it down onto her head. "There you go." He smiled.
Clara sighed, adjusting the hat on her head and glaring at him. The Doctor gave her a thumbs-up. Sliding forward quietly, she peered cautiously out from the boxes.
"Here goes nothing." He muttered, flashing the Doctor a brief nervous smile before darting out of the hiding place and sprinting down the street, the ends of the coat billowing out wildly behind her as she ran. There was a sudden shout of recognition from one of the people and the patrol took off after her.
The Doctor laughed, twirled the sonic screwdriver in his hand and scampered down the opposite way.
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[Author's Note: Haha, that was fun to write. The mental image of Clara in the Doctor's clothes I find pretty amusing. Next chapter tomorrow or the next day. Review, s'il vous plaît! :3]