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However, don't think that I'm abandoning these lovely ficlets! I'll continue to write.

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ThePro-LifeCatholic

ErinKenobi2893: You see, Eleven wears a fruit hat now. Fruit hats are cool.

And if anyone could make the Doctor…erm… "comment" in Gallifreyan, it would be Jack Harkness. XD

Writing Prompt #20: Human for a Day

Characters: Clara Oswald, Eleventh Doctor

Shippings: None

Genre: Bit of humor, some angst/pining/whump on Clara's part

Rating: K

Note: The inspiration for this fic came from a Costco run that I went on with other family members. There was this guy standing in line (not the line we were in), and he looked a bit like Eleven. Not only that, but he acted like Eleven too, in the way he moved and the things he did (for instance, he tossed a box of stuff in the air and caught it several different times). He even had a bowtie hanging around his neck (not tied, just sort of there)!

Unfortunately, I was never able to approach the said gentleman and thank him for making my day infinitely better. HOWEVER…thanks to him, I was able to get an image in my head of what Eleven would act like if he had to become a human via fob watch.

So this is dedicated to the random stranger in Costco. On the slightest offchance that you read this, you're awesome, and thanks for making my run to Costco awesome. :)

"But Claraaaaaa!" the Doctor moaned.

"What?" Clara put her hands on her hips and frowned at the man before her. The Doc – no, wait, John Smith – was grumbling and pulling on the bowtie that she had just tied fastened around his neck.

"How many times do I have to tell you: I don't need to wear a bowtie!"

A small lump jumped into Ms. Oswald's throat. Quickly, she gulped it back and forced a determined smile.

"But it looks cool," she reasoned, hearing the Doctor's voice echoing in her words. "And it makes you look cool."

The Doctor opened his mouth to retort, but stopped. There was something in Clara's eyes that made him pause. He glanced down at the piece of fabric wrapped around his neck. Then, with his own long fingers, he readjusted the tie. He smiled softly at his friend.

"Maybe you're right," he almost whispered. "Maybe it is a little bit cool."

Clara grinned. "Off you go, then," she ordered. "You've got customers waiting."

"Pfft!" The Doctor flapped his hands dismissively. "Who cares about boring jobs, eh? A nuisance is all they are, Clara." He waggled his finger for emphasis. "All jobs do is take away from the really important things. Like having fun!" The Doctor pranced around the room.

"Having fun won't get the rent paid," Clara reminded the not-alien-Doctor. He stopped dead in his tracks and snapped his head towards her.

"I'd much rather go on adventures, like that man from my dreams." The young man sent still, staring at the ceiling fan. "No job, no responsibilities, no rent." His voice fell. "Nothing but the stars and endless skies. Nothing but you and me, and that wonderful ship." John Smith's eyes lit up as visions of starry nights, bustling cities, and citadel spirals danced through his mind. "But, unfortunately, dreams are only dreams." He turned to Clara, and she had to swallow another lump.

He looked so lost and sad, as if a glimmer of the Doctor were still in there, trying to get out…but the moment was soon gone. John Smith came to the forefront, and the loneliness that had been so apparent vanished.

"Off to work then, eh Clara?" He said cheerfully, starting to the door of the small apartment. "Money isn't going to make itself." The Doctor opened the door, glancing back at her and winking. "Stay outta trouble, Clara," he said. Then he was gone.

Clara stood in the tiny living room, arms crossed over her chest. She watched the empty doorway. She knew that the Doctor, once out of her sight, would be undoing his bowtie. He'd come back from work and it would be dangling loosely on his shoulders…again.

She glanced at the fob watch on the kitchen counter. Mr. Smith had been looking at it again this morning, but he no doubt had forgotten all about it by now. She picked it up. Its smooth silver surface glinted up at her.

"Wish I'd never seen you," she hissed spitefully. That wretched thing! It had taken her Doctor from her…her best friend in the whole universe. And the man the watch had put in his place was hardly a replacement. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering her last moments with the Doctor.

"I'll have to change, Clara, to keep us both safe," he had said. In the flurry of activity, he hadn't really explained what was going on. All he had made clear was that needed to change, and if he didn't, then they could very well die.

"But I don't want you to change!" she had yelled. Why, why?!

And then he had grabbed her arms and looked into her eyes.

"Would you rather have me changed or dead?" he asked.

She opened her eyes and scanned the apartment.

"Stay brave for me, Clara," he had pleaded. "I don't want to change either. And John Smith is going to need you. I'm going to need you."

She brushed the tears from her wet eyes and took in a shaky breath.

"For you, Doctor," she murmured. She placed the watch back in its resting place and went to the small kitchen.

"How about another go at that soufflé?" she asked no one in particular.

So...yeah. There you guys go. Enjoy some Doctor!angst.