Earth, England, London
Saturday, 11:30am
Clara's flat
'Have you seen much of weird bloke?'
'No, not yet, but I feel like he's always there. But not in a creepy way, you know? It feels like he's watching over me.'
'What? Like an angel?'
'Yeah, I guess, like an angel.'
Amy arched her eyebrow, her emerald eyes trained on her best friend sat in front of her on the opposite sofa, 'You actually believe he's an angel? Have you gone mad?'
Clara pulled a funny face and tucked her legs underneath her body, sitting rather awkwardly on the sofa, 'Maybe I have, watch out Amy, maybe I'm an alien,'
She giggled, 'Well, if you're an alien, could you abduct my children?'
Clara gasped and slapped Amy on her forearm, 'Amelia Pond, don't wish your children away! They're beautiful,'
'They may be beautiful but they are a pain in the ass and James' teeth are growing through so he keeps crying for that reason,'
The brunette pouted, 'Bless him, do you want me to take care of him for a few days? I used to be a nanny after all…'
Amy lent forward, placing her cup of coffee down on the desk, 'Really? Would you? Melody is supposed to be staying for a sleep over at a friend's house and we have nobody to take care of James and me and Rory really want to go out and enjoy ourselves,'
Clara laughed and nodded her head, 'Of course I will, James is the sweetest little guy. You two have fun,' she smiled and squeezed Amy's shoulder before she stood up to pick up their coffee mugs and dumped them in the sink that was currently filled with lukewarm water.
'I think we're going to go out tomorrow night, if that's okay? I'll drop James off after work at five?'
Clara nodded from her position hunched over the sink as she washed up their mugs and placed them on the side, 'Yeah, yeah, five is okay.'
Clara made her way back over to the sofa, but before she could reach it and lay down, she heard a noise from outside the door. She arched her eyebrow, wondering if it was Rory messing around and stepped closer. She peered out of the door through a little hole and noticed a tall man standing there, the same man from before, only he hadn't realised she had seen him. She frowned, debating on whether or not she should open the door before she thought against her better judgement and ripped it open, the door hitting the wall with a bang as the lanky man fell straight on his face. She heard another crack and was certain he had just broken his nose, she would have cared and tended to him, if he wasn't stalking her. She closed the door and dragged him by his shoulders and into the living room, turning him over onto his back as he blinked up at her, blood all over his face.
Amy stood over him, a sigh escaping her as she sent Clara a judgemental look, 'You've got to stop hitting every man that comes to your door,'
Clara merely rolled her eyes, 'That was one time and he was creepy, just as this guy is.'
She tilted her head to the side, observing the grey haired man that looked like he was in his fifties staring up at them, 'Oh, is this him? Weird guy?'
He chuckled, his arms by his side as he turned his head to look at Clara, 'Weird guy? Really? Is that what you're calling me? Not even going to bother asking my name?' he spoke with a thick Scottish brogue, aware of Clara Oswald's inflating eyes and the visible shiver it sent down her spine.
Clara swallowed and pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders, staring at him in amusement, 'You're being labelled as weird guy because you're stalking me,'
The Doctor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat up and tilted his head back to stop the blood falling from his nostrils, 'I am not stalking you. I moved in last week, the flat a few doors down, I was coming over to ask if you had any cups I could borrow, it was the only thing I forgot when I moved in.'
Clara suddenly straightened up, a frown on her face, 'Oh,' she muttered, clearing her throat as she studied him for a few minutes before she turned around and made her way into the kitchen.
Amy carefully helped the Scotsmen to his feet, a smirk on her face as she inspected broken nose, 'You're lucky the floor did that to you, god knows what Clara would have done to you,'
John arched his eyebrow at her, wincing in pain as he held onto his nose, watching as the blood dripped over his hand and onto the floor, 'She's tiny, what could she have done to me?'
'She's trained in Taekwondo, she takes the Year Seven's after school,'
He snorted, 'Of course she is,'
'What's that supposed to mean? Do you know her?'
John shook his head rather quickly, 'Of course not, don't be ridiculous, never met her in my life until now,' he gave her a tight smile, 'Could I maybe have a tissue? The blood isn't stopping,'
Amy defiantly crossed her arms over her chest, 'I'm not sure I want to give you a tissue, weird man who creeps on my best friend who claims he lives in this block of flats,'
He frowned, 'I'm not lying, I really do live here. Do you want to see me flat?'
Amy nodded her head on an instant, 'Yes, I do, actually,' she eyed him curiously, 'Make sure Clara isn't living next to a murderer,'
John cleared his throat, obviously not expecting the redhead to have said yes, 'Um, okay then, I suppose you both better come over,' he sighed, knowing he was going to get into so much trouble when he travelled back to Raxon, Harry would have his head for this, the agents were never supposed to even speak to their clients.
Clara eventually returned with a Tesco bag full of different mugs and cups she never used and sent John a tight lipped smile, 'Suppose we better follow you?'
He nodded and after a minute of an awkward staring competition between himself and Clara, he made his way out of her flat and down the hall to his own flat. He took his keys from his jacket and stuck them in the lock, twisting until he heard it click. John stepped into his flat, switching the light on as it light up. He told Amy to close the door as she was the last one to step inside and watched as Clara shrugged her shoulders and went into the kitchen to help put the mugs and cups into his cupboards that were filled with cans of food. Clara found that a little odd, considering this was where she would put all her cups and so did everyone else she knew, so why was this guy any different?
Amy, on the other hand, took her time looking around John's flat as she inspected every little photo frame on his desk, he had made sure to make fake ones that looked as though they were really and on purpose, scratched dents into the edges of the frames to make them look older than they were. He gave her an arrogant smirk when she looked over her shoulder at him, the redhead disappeared further into his flat to look around and John turned his attention to Clara, who stood in front of him with an amused look on her face.
'You're weird,' she observed, tilting her head to the side, 'I think I'm going to like you as my new neighbour,'
He chuckled, 'Thank you, I think,' he screwed his nose up, a little confused as he remembered that he was supposed to be acting as if he was human. He reached across, hand extended, 'John Smith, or you can call me The Doctor,'
Clara took his hand shook it firmly, 'Clara Oswald,' she told him, as if he didn't already know her name, 'The Doctor? Are you a Doctor?'
'No,'
'Is it a kink?'
'No,'
'Then why do people call you The Doctor?'
'I don't know,' John frowned, an arch of his eyebrow as he shrugged his shoulders, 'Why do people call you Clara Oswald?'
Clara started to laugh as she stepped a little closer to him, feeling a little less threatened by him, 'Probably because that's my name,'
His mouth opened and then shut, 'Oh, yes, so it is,'
'You're definitely weird and a little silly,'
'What's wrong with silly?'
She chuckled, 'Nothing,' she smiled, moving to stand beside him as she nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, 'Still talking to you, aren't I?'
John slowly nodded, 'Very true, Miss Oswald. Now, would you mind getting your friend to stop snooping in my flat? I have nothing to hide,'
Clara giggled, 'Then you won't have to worry about anything she might find,' she told him, walking towards the door as she went to step over the threshold, 'I guess I'll see you around, John Smith.'
John merely rolled his eyes, a little distraught with the fact Amy was still snooping around, 'Yeah, I'm sure you will!' he shouted after her, his stomach feeling as if it was about to explode. What was that? It made him smile and it freaked him out, The Doctor never smiled.
After a few minutes, Amy emerged and made her way pass The Doctor as she pointed at him, 'I'm watching you,'
He chuckled and walked with her as the redhead made her way out of the flat, 'I'm sure you will be,' he sighed, a little irritated by her presence as he slammed the door when she left, his head resting back against the door as he held the bridge of his nose, noticing it had finally stopped bleeding.
How the hell was he supposed to complete Clara's wishes when she knew he existed? How was he supposed to be near her if she suspected him to be stalking her?
