Chapter 5 - Cardiff
Sorry for the break in communications, but the next update will be either tomorrow or the day after. Torchwood will not feature as it is set after the Rift sealed in the Big Bang, but Jack will appear near the end. Anyway, I don't own Doctor Who and please remember to review, favourite and follow!
"When are we?" asked Clara, giddy with the sights around her. The Doctor licked his finger to test the year, but gave up in frustration.
"Stupid human fingers. I can't feel anything!" the Doctor stropped to Clara.
Pulling out his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor scanned the ground beneath them, then moved it, pointing it at the surrounding area. It felt humongous in Clara's minute hands.
"The rift's been sealed. Thought so," he said, a
smile creeping back onto his face. "Just to be on the safe side," he said quietly, pulling Clara away from the water tower.
The sun was shining bright in Cardiff that day, a rarity for the Welsh capital. The Doctor and Clara practically skipped around the city, taking photos of the Millennium Stadium, the Docks and Roald Dahl Plass, which the Doctor had taken using the zoom, with the help of the sonic, of course.
Clara even splashed out on a shirt labelled with "I 3 CARDIFF!" in large red letters. The Doctor begrudgingly allowed her to put it on his body in place of the jacket, watching on in agony.
At aboutone o'clock, the duo found a small cafe near the docks and ordered their lunch. Clara chose a cheese and onion toastie with a small tumbler of red wine; the Doctor selected fish and chips with a diet coke. Clara chose to break the silence at the table first.
"Is there anything you can do to reverse the effects?" she asked, looking the Doctor in the face.
"I don't know. Maybe. I'll look into it tomorrow," the Doctor replied absentmindedly, staring at the kitchen, waiting for their meals, as if he had somehow betrayed or disappointed Clara, like a child scared and in trouble.
Finally, the waitress arrived, carrying the long awaited food. Clara took a gracious swig of the wine, only to gag and force it to flow back into the
glass
.
"Oh my god, that's foul!" she said, examining the glass. As she went to beckon for the waitress, the Doctor shushed her and tried the wine gingerly, like it was laced with arsenic.
"I was afraid of this," he said gravely.
"What, the wine being bad?" asked Clara in response, confused and bewildered.
"No, the tastes. You liked wine; I hated it. Now we've swapped tastes, as well as bodies," he explained, focusing on the tumbler. Resignedly, the pair swapped plates.
As they returned to the TARDIS, a shrill tinkling came from Clara's pocket. Pulling out her phone, she checked the screen.
"It's Angie. Hang on," she told the Doctor, walking from him. The Doctor went up to the blue box and unlocked it. He was about to go in when Clara ran up to him.
"Do you Latham Park in Chiswick?" she asked, panting for breath.
"Of course I do," he replied, unsure as to the motive.
"23rd August2013," she said, loudly and clearly. Following the Doctor's confused look, she explained:
"Angie called and said that we should check it out. Interested?" she explained to the confused Doctor.
"You bet. Come on, then. Time is of the essence," he said jokingly.