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Amy straightened her police cap and put in a brief commanding step in her walk. This was going to be fun. Rory or Clara would probably scold her for her brief moment of childish fun, but Amy didn't care. She was her own person, and sometimes she could be a rebel. At least, that's what Rose and her pretended when they went and got drunk, and ending up jumping in the lake in their underwear.

"Excuse me," she said in a commanding voice, "Are you aware that you're trespassing on private property?" she stomped her heels importantly on the ground. The man sitting in front of their apartment dropped whatever he was holding in his hands, before scrambling to pick it up.

"What? I was just- I was just- waiting for- pretty girl- Clara!" he stammered, gesturing wildly towards the apartment, and nearly tripping over his own feet standing still.

"Why don't you tell me your name sir?" Amy abruptly said, she liked this officer business, maybe she should rethink her choice of career.

"Um...Elijah Smith." Amy stiffened. Elijah Smith? The boy who promised to be her best friend, than left her in the dust, never to return and leading her aunt, and many people, to believe she had made up the strange boy who fell out of the sky? She had blabbed about her 'best friend' for weeks.

"Elijah Smith?" she asked, her tone flat, "The one who promised Amelia Pond to be her best friend?"

"Um... I suppose-" he began, but she grabbed a fallen cricket bat from the road (some stupid kid had left it around) and whacked him over the head with it.

Clara Oswald groaned as she woke up. The last thing she remembered was falling... She wasn't falling now, that was for sure. She sat up, rubbing her head softly, before looking around her room. How did she get in her room?

A plate of cookies was on her bedside table, one half bitten. She picked it up, Rose hadn't put it there, she would have eaten the whole cookie. She threw back her covers, and kicked off her boots before jogging to her window, needing some fresh air. Shouldn't she be on the pavement or in a hospital?

The answer to how she got to her bed was chained to the bicycle rack outside her apartment, and she had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the wifi man slumped against it, looking utterly dejected. Elijah Smith, she remembered. Amy was pacing the street in front of him, swinging a cricket bat in between her fingers, and looking like she was about to breath fire on the wifi man, or chin boy. He did have a rather large chin.

She quickly scampered downstairs, not bothering to shove her boots back on, and grabbed Amy's arm, stopping her from whacking Chin Boy over the head again which she looked like she was going to.

"Amy! Amy! Walk it off." she snapped, Amy really did look like she was going to punch someone now. She stomped away, and Clara stepped in front of Chin Boy again, her arms folded across her chest.

"So Chin Boy, what did you do to offend my Scottish friend?" she asked

"I said I would be her best friend... Apparently." he rubbed his head, "She does have one hell of a swing." Clara's mouth opened in a slight O, before she closed it, and looked at him in disbelief, her eyebrows set in a line of disapproval.

"You're the Police man boy?" she flicked him in the forehead. "They kept telling her that you weren't real. Nobody would talk to her for weeks! Except me and Rose." he stammered.

"I was just a little boy- I didn't- I didn't know." he said, and tried to stand, but his handcuffs yanked him back down, rubbing against his wrist uncomfortably.

"Okay." she said, and he could see the surprised look in his eyes. Clara didn't like to dwell on that time of her life, it was also when her Mom died and Rose's Mum lost her job. The reason the three of them, (her, Amelia, and Rose) had become such good friends was precisely because they didn't fit in anywhere else. Didn't quite fit with the other kids at school. "Why are you here?" when he continued to fidget, she put her hands on her hips. "Were you protecting me?"

"Maybe." he murmured uncomfortably. "But you were passed out, and I didn't know how to lock your door and-" Clara cut him off.

"Milk or sugar?"

"Wait- What?"

"Well, you will have to tell me a little bit more about yourself. So might as well add tea." Clara pulled a hairpin from her pocket and picked the lock, freeing him. "Follow me."

Rose looked shyly from John Smith to the ground. "Well," she said, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Don't you have to get back to work?"

"I took the rest of the day off to shop for a present for Miss Donna Noble." his lips formed that woman's name like it was a delicate object. "My brother has highly offended her by taking her customer." he sighed. "My brother has a habit of doing that."

"Taking peoples customers?"

"Offending people."

Rose laughed, and John watched her as she did so.

This strange pink and yellow being was quite beautiful, he had to admit. She had lovely blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, big hazel eyes that seemed to shine like a million stars, and a very...very nice curvy body. Her tongue stuck out slightly in between her teeth, a spot of pink against the white.

"Well, Smith, how long have you been in town?" she asked, and then stared at the ground as if she was afraid of him.

"A little over a week. Haven't been working in the hospital very long." he sighed, "Seems like no one in this town actually gets hurt though, so I'm lucky in that sense." Rose laughed again.

"We get our big injuries from time to time, but yeah, it's mostly pretty quiet." Rose sighed, and leaned her head against the wall. "I told myself I would leave this town a long time ago, but never got around to it."

"It's got its perks, besides, now you work with me." he exaggerated the last word and she laughed again. He really did like her laugh. It was so light, so full of carefree happiness.

"Yeah, I suppose I work for you now." she sighed, "Good thing to, that shop was a hellhole."

"Yeah, all those perfume smells and dark rooms." he wrinkled his nose, "I'll just get her something else, like a cookie. Or a banana. Banana's are good." Rose grinned.

"Well... good luck with that. I know Donna, and she'd probably only be happy with a diamond ring."

"I'm not getting engaged to her!" he protested, and she shook her head, overcome with the giggles.

"I didn't mean that way. She's already engaged, all I'm saying is she's a hard woman to please." He smiled. "Well," she said, "Best be going." she turned and headed down the opposite way she'd come, "See you tomorrow!" she waved at him.

John Smith leaned against the side of the department store building and exhaled, letting his eyes slide shut in exasperation. He didn't want to give Rose the wrong idea, he'd promised his brother before hand that they would not date any woman, not after what happened with River... and the library.

He at least owed Elijah that he supposed. He wasn't interested in dating Rose, he just wanted to get to know her a little better.

Elijah Smith sat uncomfortably in his bar stool chair, watching anxiously as Clara prepared their tea, her mouth chattering all the while, but he wasn't really paying attention.

"Why the book?" he finally asked once she'd stopped for air, and she turned an accusatory glance at him, she knew what book he was talking about.

"What book?" she asked suspiciously, handing him his tea and propping herself on the counter, her legs swinging over the edge and her brown eyes focused on him. He spoke up before he lost his nerve.

"101 Places to See?" Her facial expression changed, she looked more tense, but her eyes were more open, her fingers tracing the veins in the fake marble countertop.

"What about it?" she carefully asked, but he could see that this small book meant a lot to her, in some way.

"Were you going to see those places?" his voice was just as careful, just as calm, but his hands were twitching nervously in his lap. This was the longest conversation he had ever had with a girl since River.

"Were?" she asked, jumping lightly off the counter, seeming more relaxed at his choice of question. "I'm still going. But you had a look in my room did you?"

"I was... you fell-"

"Right." she smiled at him, and then, before he could embarrass himself further, he heard the door swing open.

"Oi! Clara!" a voice called, and a blonde woman stepped into the kitchen. "I quit!" Clara turned away from him, and towards the sound of the voice, and threw her arms around the newcomer.

"Yes!" she cried, and the two women embraced for a moment or two before pulling apart. Only then did her eyes fall on Elijah.

"Brought a friend home I see." she nodded, smiling. "Rose Tyler." she stuck out her hand, and he awkwardly shook it, domestics had never been his strong point.

"Elijah Smith."

"He's new in town." Clara said, cupping her tea cup between her hands and blowing on the hot liquid.

"You wouldn't happen to be that brother of John Smith's would you?" Rose asked, and when he nodded, she grinned. "He's my new boss." she explained, "Met him on my last day!"

"So... today?" Clara clarified, and Rose nodded. Elijah took this as his cue to leave, and stood up, nearly knocking over his tea.

"I best be going now." he said, and was surprised when he felt Clara's arm on his.

"Wait Chin Boy." she said, and rummaged around in some drawers before pulling out a pad of paper and plopping in front of him. "Phone number. Who knows when I might have wifi issues?" he nervously jotted down his number, and practically bolted out the door. Woman were scary.

"You scared him away." Rose accused her, but Clara just shrugged.

"Oh well." she sighed.

That night however, instead of sleeping, she leafed through her book, making sure that Chin Boy's clumsiness hadn't disrupted any of her things.

When everything seemed to be in order, she put the book back on her nightside table and switched off her light, but her mind was still awake, demanding her full attention.

Chin Boy's image was frozen behind her eyelids, with his awkward smile, and big chin. Her eyes flew open, and she mentally chided herself for daydreaming such things. She didn't do love. Plus, she'd only met the boy! She didn't believe in love, and she certainly believe in love at first sight.

Elijah Smith's mind was awake as well, wondering if she could call first, or if he should. His brother had told him to make friends, and he'd just made one... he thought. Or maybe she really just wanted his computer skills, maybe he was being stupid.

Of course he was being stupid, of course! He didn't do love, didn't believe in such nonsense, especially love at first sight.