[Author's Note: Hi you guys! *Looks at prompt for today* Well, that's a nice coincidence for me, considering I actually wrote the majority of this at 5:00 a.m. Anyway, enjoy this chapter! It's kinda silly but was quite fun to write. :3]
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Chapter 5:
Morning (noun)- Evil
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The Doctor looked at his watch for what felt like the thousandth time that night. The small numbered circle read 5:00 a.m. He grinned in delight and, abandoning his current task of flipping and unflipping switches on the console for no real reason, he took off bounding down one of the corridors, moving at a dead-run until he reached a particular door.
"Clara!" He shouted, knocking rapidly on the surface with a fist. "Clara Oswald, time to wake up!"
He stepped back and waited patiently for his companion for several seconds, but after getting not even a slight acknowledgment, he resumed his pounding. "Clara! Are you alright?"
There was suddenly a loud thump against the door from the other side, causing the Doctor to jump back in surprise. He stepped forward again cautiously, grabbing the door handle.
"Clara?" He called, pressing his ear against the door to see if he could hear anything from his companion. "Clara, I'm coming in."
He pushed down on the handle and slid the door open slowly, peering his head in. The door bumped against something, and he looked down to see a shoe laying on the floor in front of it. "Clara?" He called once again.
"What?!" Finally came the irritated reply.
The Doctor looked up across the room to where the girl was sitting up in her bed, blankets still wrapped around her body. Her hair hung half in front of her face. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously.
The Doctor grinned warily. "Good morning?" He tried.
"It's not morning!" She growled.
"Well, ah, technically, if I have my watch set right for your time, it's currently 5:05 a.m, which I believe does make it morning." He replied, glancing briefly at his watch.
"Nobody gets up at 5 in the morning!" Clara protested. "It's not even light out yet!"
"Oh, come on, Clara." The Doctor said. "You've had at least six hours of sleep by now. That's plently. Now get up and get dressed, and come down to the console room. I've thought of the great place to go today. You'll love it!"
"I'd love to sleep for another hour and a half." Clara muttered, dropping back down into her bed and pulling the covers up to her face.
"Clara!" The Doctor protested. He stepped towards his companion's bed hesitantly. "You can't actually say you'd rather sleep than go explore the universe? Anything you could ever want to see, and you'd rather sleep in?"
He got an unintelligible noise in response.
The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his hair, rocking back and forth on his heels a few times. He took a few more hesitant steps forward and reached out a hand, tapping lightly a few times on the blanket his companion was burrowed under. Getting no response, he prodded at her harder. The covers shifted and Clara popped back out, sitting up grudgingly and folding her arms over her chest.
"What?" She demanded grumpily.
"C'mon, you can't just lay there all day." The Doctor pleaded. He offered his hand to help her up. She ignored it.
"I'm not going to lay here all day. Just until it's actually morning." She argued, dropping back down onto her matress and pressing her head down into the pillow.
The Doctor sighed heavily and stepped back from her bed, standing there awkwardly for several moments stared at his motionless companion. He turned and slipped quietly across the room, taking a chair from a corner and carrying it back, setting it down a few feet form Clara's bedside and dropping down onto it. He rested his elbows on his knees and placed his chin on his hands, sitting there quietly as the time ticked along.
He stared at the ceiling or the floor most of the time, but every once in a while his eyes drifted over to the girl in front of him. Despite the fact that she was laying very still, he could tell by her uneven breathing that she was not asleep. And every few minutes he would see one of her eyes open a crack to peer at him before snapping shut quickly.
After less than twenty minutes she finally pulled back her covers and sat up in her bed with a huff of annoyance.
The Doctor smiled and stood up from his chair eagerly. "Ready to go?" He asked.
"Well, I can't sleep with you staring at me the whole time." She snapped. "Honestly, you wonder why I usually don't spend the night here." She muttered under her breath. She slid out of her bed and dropped lightly down onto the floor, wincing visibly as her barefeet touched against the cold metal floor. The Doctor watched her expectantly for a few moments, waiting for her to follow him out the door, and she finally cleared her throat.
"Doctor?" She began finally.
"Yes?" he responded.
"Do you think you could leave so I could, you know," She guestured to her current attire, a fleecy purple nightgown, "-get dressed?" She finished.
"Ah, of course. Right." The Doctor said swiftly, backing away quickly and bumping into the doorframe as he stumbled out of the room. "Come down when you're ready." He added before closing the door after him.
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When Clara made her way down the hallway to the console room ten minutes later, she was still not in the best mood. The air in the stark metal corridors felt frigid against her body, which was still used to the warmth of the blankets, and she felt exhausted, like she had only slept for an hour.
A strand of her hair drifted in front of her face, and she flicked it away in irritation, trying again to smooth it down against her head. She couldn't remember ever sleeping on a bed that messed up her hair to this magnitude (And she had a feeling there was a reason for that). She would probably need to try and take a shower later to fix it, although she couldn't do it now, because the irritatingly-chripy man down the hall would probably come by and start pounding on the bathroom door, too.
She walked up the steps to the console room, glancing around for the Doctor but not seeing him anywhere in the large circular chamber. She shouted his name a few times down the hallways, but got no response except an echo. Typical. She sighed and leaned against the console, resting her head back on the tube in the center and closing her eyes.
A moment later, she felt someone gently take her hands, wrapping her fingers securely around something hot. She opened her eyes quickly and found the Doctor's cheerful face leaning over her, lightly cupping her hands as he pressed a cup of tea into them.
"Hello." She said, curling her chilled fingers around the hot mug.
"Hello!" He replied perkily. He leaned back against the console next to her, throwing one arm around her shoulder absentmindedly as he began to talk a mile a minute about where they were going to go and what they would do that day. She leaned slightly into the warm embrace, and he looked down at her, squeezing her against him gently.
"Good morning." He said, grinning.
"Good morning." She replied, and found herself meaning it, just a bit.
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[Author's Note: As a total morning person (I was up at 5 by choice, not force), I found it rather entertaining to poke some fun at non-morning people here. All the reactions here were pretty much taken from my personal experience of trying to wake people who do not wish to be woken, or from being woken too early by someone else and not being pleased about it. I hope you liked this, and expect another one soon. PLEASE review! :3]