Honey Trap
He looked at himself in the mirror, constantly adjusting his suit and smoothing it down, he looked strange, his normal dress code was smart and casual, he felt like a clown, who holds a dance a week after a wedding? It seemed daft.
She had an awful date, he remembered as her voice smoothed over his calculation work the other night. She constantly compared him, observing and judging him from inside her head whilst maintaining a happy and interested face on the outside, it took some skill, especially if you felt strongly about something.
Judging by the length of her thoughts he had been there a while and when he finally parted company she seemed rather sad.
He will never love you Clara said to herself sadly but firmly You just need to move on
That part hurt him, he felt the pain stab back through his chest as he left his reflection and walked into the console room, the Tardis hummed her approval at The Doctor, he offered a smile and affectionate pat on the controls as his eyes found the still uncompleted calculations on his chalk board.
What a complicated, heart breaking predicament, perhaps if he had been more giving, had he not of told her what he thought she needed to hear that day, things would be simpler, he could read into her emotions better and possibly even react on them.
'How can you do that now, you have already been very clear' He spoke out into the silence
''Clear about what?'' Clara asked as she walked into the Tardis.
He found it very difficult not to let his mouth drop down, her gown hugged her figure like wine hugged a glass, exposing her curves and slim shape from her chest to her waist before flowing out slightly until it nearly touched the floor.
The dress was sleeveless, he noticed, her arms covered by a loose scarf one hand holding the matching purse. The dress was a deep purple matching her dark brown hair and eyes, the scarf a pure snow white, lined with small pink flowers hardly noticeable unless you really looked.
She looked beautiful, he couldn't help but enjoy the attraction towards her in that moment, it pumped through his veins and filled his mind with delightful thoughts, ones he could easily indulge in now.
He is thinking of something insulting to say Clara's voice came into his head, stopping his imagination in its tracks This dress does not suit you, you should go and change it before you make a fool of yourself.
He felt hurt at her words, but he understood them, his response to emotional situations was usually to insult them, in a bid to lighten the mood perhaps. But this time, he felt no reason to do that, he could see the insecurities creeping onto her face as she listened to her mind.
''I think I have forgotten something'' Clara said quickly, turning to head back into her room.
''Forgive me, Clara. You are a vision tonight'' He spoke hesitantly, waiting for a look of annoyance to cross her face.
She smiled instead. Walking over to him he allowed his eyes to drop for a second, watching the way the dress swung from side to side with her hips. Her heels, which where ridiculously high given her usual height, clicked on the floor as she neared him.
''Hurry then'' He said, his voice ever so slightly hoarse.
''Hurry for what?'' Clara walked towards him, he could smell her perfume and shampoo wafting from her exposed skin which proved difficult not to fixate on.
''You forgot that you forgot something?'' He smirked deliberately ignoring his tight chest as she came closer still.
Oh'' Clara smiled, ''Its not important, lets just go''
''Humans'' He rolled his eyes as he pulled the lever on the console and it began to move.
D&C
Handling aliens, wars, even death, was easier than this. He thought to himself as he sipped at the Whiskey he had been offered. It tasted foul, but it dulled his active mind as he looked around the room.
''Your being miserable'' Clara stood in front of him, her hands on her hips
''I am not'' He argued ''I am looking after your possessions'' He pointed towards her purse and scarf sitting on the chair beside him.
''Come and dance with me'' She leant forward to come level with his head, even with him sitting she was not much taller than him ''Nobody will look at you''
''No, because im not dancing'' He said with a smirk
''You said you could dance'' Clara argued
''Yes, I said I could dance, doesn't mean I have to''
She sighed, she should of known it would be to much, he was living in a different world, one of drama, mystery and danger, what was normal for her was alien to him. How they got on so well remained a mystery to her.
''Clara'' A light voice came from across the room. Clara turned to face the voice and grabbed the Doctor's arm firmly, pulling him from his seat.
''Excuse me'' He said as she pulled him close to her and took the brandy out of his hands, placing it on a nearby table.
''Jamie'' Clara said in a hushed tone ''Pretend your my boyfriend'' She said firmly, her hand still in his arm.
He hesitated, thought about arguing back, she seemed to sense it ''If you dare pick a fight right now I swear to god I will make your life hell for the next 6 months'' Her nails dug into his skin through his suit jacket.
''Yes boss'' He said quietly, sensing her relax almost immediately
''Clara, you look… wow…'' He bravely embraced her in a hug and kissed her on the cheek. ''How have you been?''
''Good Jamie, thank you, how have you been?'' Clara's voice was light and friendly sounding, but her grip on his arm was anything but.
''Busy'' He replied ''Travelling of course''
The Doctor looked at him, and then Clara, the awkwardness suddenly shot through the roof.
''Who is this fine fellow?'' Jamie asked Clara, a smile across his face.
''This is The Doctor'' Clara said, squeezing her partners hand as she linked it within her own.
''Yes but what's his name?'' Jamie asked, going to shake The Doctors hand and then thinking twice about it. If looks could kill he would have been dead 4 minutes ago.
''That is his name'' Clara replied firmly
''It was nice of him to come as a friend, keep you company you know'' He placed his hands in his pockets ''Although, I don't mean to be rude mate, but you don't look thrilled to be here''
Clara closed her eyes, sensing the tension between the two men. ''Bad company'' The Doctor replied. ''Clara'' He turned to his fake/ entirely real in his own mind girlfriend ''Would you like a drink''
Clara smiled and nodded, the Doctor walked over to the bar, ordering her what he assumed she would like, he didn't do human drinking very often, but they shared similar taste.
Jamie looked at Clara ''I have missed you Clara, im not sure where we went wrong''
''Jamie, please, not here'' Clara said quietly, folding her arms.
''Im just being honest'' he said, placing a hand on her arm. The Doctor saw the engagement as Clara went to pull back but found herself gripped by his hand.
''Jamie. Let go'' Clara said firmly, looking him directly in the eye.
''Is there a problem here'' The Doctor stood between the two, Jamie released Clara as he walked between them, Clara took a step back behind the doctor slightly just out of arm's reach for Jamie, this seemed to frustrate him.
''Look mate, im sure you mean well but I wouldn't mind a quiet word with Clara, alone, you have spent the whole evening with her''
''I should be, im her boyfriend'' He looked over the younger man with such severity for a moment. His tone confident and non-pushing.
Jamie looked between the two and laughed after a moment ''Do you think I was born yesterday?'' He asked quickly
The couple refused to smile.
''Clara, come on, I know you remember! I know your type, and this… is not your type'' He looked over the Doctor, an arrogant, cocky tone infused by the alcohol he had clearly consumed.
''Maybe she has changed'' The Doctor argued ''Maybe something changed her mind about a certain. Type'' He spat at Jamie, looking at him up and down.
Jamie smiled, chewing the gum in his mouth a little harder, he stepped back and folded his arms ''Ok, if you two are together, kiss. Right here. Right now''
''That really isn't necessary Jamie, I do not have to prove anything to you'' Clara said, stepping forward once more.
It was a viable excuse, there was no doubt about that, his head screamed not to do it, but in such cases his hearts overruled.
Slinking his arm around Clara's waist he pulled her towards him, pressing her body firmly against his own his other hand moved across her neck, this thumb tracing her jaw line with the lightest of touches as he locked her eyes onto his own. Her breathing slowed and her lips parted as he clasped the back of her head with his hand, gently bringing his head down he met her lips with his own.
She practically melted into his frame the minute they touched, he found himself supporting her as he pulled her flush against his body, deepening the kiss as he ran his tounge along her bottom lip before nipping it with his teeth, she sighed into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his tounge in with hers, the two exploring each other as they became lost in the moment.
A nagging voice at the back of his head mentioned the audience, he leant her over slightly, bending her back before releasing her lips, pulling her up straight and watching her body adjust as she regained her balance. Her lips looked swollen and her breathing heavy, her eyes bright and shining as she realised what had just happened.
''Happy?'' He said, his voice a little deeper than he anticipated.
Jamie looked at the two before muttering something unheard to the both of them and walking back towards the bar, as soon as his back was turned The Doctor released Clara, slowly backing away. ''I will be, uhm… right back'' He cleared his throat and made a hasty exit towards the doors in search of some fresh air to try and calm his body down.
Clara wandered into the empty toilets, checking her hair and makeup as her mind began to race with the events of the evening. She had not expected that. He was so awkward with body contact yet kissing seemed so easy for him.
Confusion didn't even begin to cover it.
Sighing she realised she was here for her friend, not for her own silly thoughts and imagination. She would not dwell on this here, chances are it would never be mentioned again anyway.
When she stepped back into the room, he was there, stood beside her purse and scarf once more, smoothing her dress down she walked over to him, he looked calm and collected, his eyes found hers almost immediately and he offered a small smile.
''How much longer do we have to stay here'' He asked, almost begging like a child to leave.
The music changed, a slow song began to play ''Tell you what'' Clara said, walking towards him. ''You dance with me, just for this song, and we will leave straight after''
He pondered on the offer ''And if I don't''
''We will stay till it finishes''
''Which is when?''
''2am''
The Doctor grabbed Clara's hand, sighing, this woman would be the death of him. Literally. As they made their way to the floor.
Her hands immediately settled in the wrong place, lifting them he directed her correctly and they began to dance, The steps where easy enough, but she could tell he was a good dancer, he swept her across the floor effortlessly, spinning her from time to time, and before he realised it, she had cuddled into him as they continued to move to the beat of the music. He couldn't complain. Well, actually he could, it was taking all his will power not to succumb to his own desires and give her what she really wanted but was to scared to say, but it would only confuse matters.
Why can things not be different Her voice was sad in his head, sorrowful even, he couldn't see her face, for she had rested it on his chest as they continued to dance.
He closed his eyes, gently gripping her waist a little tighter, fighting back the urge to respond to her thoughts.
D&C
''Lets go to a planet'' Clara bounded into the Tardis.
''Its late''
''Hello… Time Machine'' Clara spun herself in a small circle ''Im not tired, please can we go and see something beautiful''
''No, I have a thing to do''
''Ok great, well I can help'' She smiled
''No''
''Why not''
''Because… Just no!'' He tried to remain calm with her, something had woken her up, her behaviour was off.
''Ok then, planet it is'' Clara began tampering with the switches causing the Tardis to offer a very angry groan before shaking slightly.
Strange reaction. Even for her. He thought, but Clara ignored it and continued to try and figure it all out.
''Clara, Stop it'' He walked up the steps.
''Make me'' She said quickly without looking at him.
He saw then that she was beginning to figure it out, finding the correct coordinates and switches he began to feel the Tardis react, albeit reluctantly, to her commands.
Grabbing her hand he spun her round her back to the console he pinned both hands underneath his own, pressing her firmly up against the controls as he watched her try to wriggle out of it. ''NO'' He said firmly.
She stopped moving, as though she was subject to his command. She found her eyes locked on to his once more and her mind started begging.
Kiss me, please for the love of god just… kiss me He closed his eyes, shutting out the rush of endorphins from his brain. Memories of the kiss came flooding back, memories he had shut away in a bid to regain control. The taste of her, the way she clung to his body, how accepting and trusting she had been.
He growled, did he growl? Yes, he definitely growled, he was frustrated, sexually frustrated. If he didn't hear her thoughts it wouldn't be so bad. ''No'' He said once again, meeting her eyes for the final time.
Clara's body relaxed then, and as he released her she stepped away from the Tardis. He didn't say anything to her but simply directed the blue box back towards her house.
The silence was deafening, the tension in the room was tight.
They where moving for less than a few moments, but something wasn't right, the machine was whining, groaning and seemingly struggling. They where not leaving this year, or the day even, just going from A to B.
He ran his hands over the console, feeling the angry hum of the machine before it suddenly stopped.
A thud hit his ear, turning he saw his companion on the floor, her dress pooled around her. ''What are you doing down there?'' He asked, walking over to him.
''Rough landing and high heels'' She said with a sigh as she struggled to pull herself up ''Not a good mix''
He turned and walked over to the screen, looking in disbelief ''What the?'' He quickly turned the switches and typed in some different coordinates, the machine planted itself, running some form of current through the console and locking itself. The lights slowly began to shut down.
Clara watched him run around in panic ''Doctor, what's the matter?''
''Umm… well… honestly'' he stopped to see the readings had been frozen, slapping his hands to his sides he turned to see her un doing her shoes and dropping down a few inches, something about the sight was rather domestic. ''I don't know''
Clara walked over and looked on the screen, her eyes widening at the sight ''Why are we here? Isn't this the planet that... you know''
''Yes, and for some reason the Tardis has locked itself down, she won't move, something has drawn her here''
Clara groaned. Great.
The couple looked over the screen at the colourful sky and familiar pool. Both sharing the same worry.
D&C
Clara walked out into the endless corridor once more. She was finally able to breathe again since being out of that dress.
Problem was, she was lost. Every corridor she turned down, every room she looked in was different. Finally she walked into what looked to be a large swimming pool. Steam rose from it evaporating into the cooler air before it hit the glass ceiling, she looked up, that familiar pink and purple sky was turning into a deep blue/green colour, evening, or morning, either way the time had changed since being here she figured.
The tiles glistened as she walked through to the water's edge, something deep inside her mind made her want to touch the water, to dip her fingers into it.
She leant on the edge of the pool, seeing the light shimmer on the water's edge, her reflection slowly disappeared as she looked straight into the water, right down to the tiled floor. The steam rising from the pool heated her face in the most delightful way, she breathed it in, smelling the faint aroma of the flowers. Her hand slipped into the water, the warmth seeping into the curves of her fingers, gently pulling her in deeper, she felt safe. Closing her eyes, she pictured the pool, the colour of the water, how warm it felt as she allowed her muscles to relax, how her mind had shut down.
Join Me A faint voice inside her head, it was a welcoming voice, a friendly one, she didn't recognise it, but she trusted it. Remember that feeling, of total relaxation, your mind completely blank, allowing every emotion to just slip away and to enjoy the present moment.
The doctor listened carefully. It was not her voice, but it was coaxing, relaxing almost. It was being played in her mind, it was speaking to her. Clara was still in the Tardis.
I want to join you. Clara's voice rung in his head, almost as soon as he heard it The Tardis groaned deeply, the same noise she made before travelling from the dance.
Panic struck him, hoping she was still on his side he belted down the nearest corridor, opening every door until he finally found the large pool room.
He stepped in seeing Clara begin to undress herself, leaving only her underwear on as she walked towards the steps leading into the pool.
The pool was steaming. It shouldn't be steaming.
He ran across the pool, careful not to slip on the wet tiles ''Clara!'' He shouted, but she ignored him, as though he wasn't there.
He reached her grabbing her from behind he dragged her from the water's edge, she didn't struggle, or speak much to his concern he would have loved to be kicked or slapped right now, dragging her into the cold showers the sensor turned them on as they entered the barrier. Cold water spurted at them both, covering them from all angles.
He hissed as the ice seeped into his clothes but that may have been to her scream.
Then he got kicked. HARD
''Doctor! What in gods name are you playing at!'' She hugged her body standing and facing him as she realised she was half naked.
She screamed again from embarrassment and ran behind a set of ferns placed beside what looked to be the sauna.
''Im sorry'' He said, downing his now very heavy and cold coat. ''You where tranced, you where about to get in the water'' He said in quick defence.
Clara looked at the pool as she shivered, suddenly, all at once, the steam disappeared and the pool stopped rippling, becoming still once more.
''I don't remember'' She said quietly, frowning as she tried very hard to think back to what happened.
''Something has linked to your mind, it draws you to water somehow and in turn has linked the Tardis to bring you here'' He walked to the waters edge and scanned it. Normal
''But the Tardis can just be flown away can it not?'' She realised the question was as stupid as it sounded.
''Believe me, I have tried'' He turned to face her ''You tried to fly the Tardis!'' He shouted, walking towards her and stopping, remembering her current… state. ''Earlier, you wanted to see something beautiful''
''I don't remember'' Clara answered, feeling the cold now.
''Something in your sub conscience linked you to the Tardis when you tried to fly it earlier. The Tardis had no choice but to obey you hence why the journey was so rough, she was trying to obey my coordinates to your flat but got—''
''Diverted'' Clara finished his sentence, feeling her teeth about to chatter ''Doctor'' She said quickly.
He looked at her, seeing her tilt her head to some towels. ''What?''
''Towel?'' Clara asked
''What do you want a towel for?''
''Towel. NOW'' she said firmly.
A moment later a towel flew across the room, hitting Clara directly on her face, she gratefully wrapped it around her wet body, concealing herself from view and walking towards him.
''Why can I not remember when these things happen''
''Whatever this is it clouds your judgement, it feeds off your desires and wishes, making you believe you are in full control. How very clever''
''Not the words I would use''
''How did you even end up in here?'' He asked, despite her being covered in a towel he still tried to look away, even with so much to think about his brain refused to stop thinking about her in that…way.
''The Tardis kept changing things around as I was walking, I guess I just ended up in here''
''The Tardis didn't do anything, your mind changed everything, that's why she was groaning so much. She was trying to stop it''
''I doubt it'' Clara said nonchalantly ''This machine HATES me''
He looked hurt at that and walked over to a nearby wall, placing a single hand on it. ''She doesn't Hate anyone, but dislikes, maybe''
''Makes no difference''
''Well if she disliked you that much she wouldn't protest about you being loured into a honey trap now would she!''
Clara couldn't believe it. She was arguing her case against a machine, she, a human being, someone who has always tried to do what's best for him, to stand by him and be a good friend, who cares so deeply for him that at times it hurt. And he was backing a damned blue box. I cannot believe he loves this box over me.
''I never said that'' He argued, stopping himself quickly.
Clara visibly flinched ''Sorry. Forgot''
He sighed. This was going to be tricky.
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