Title: Sort Of Nice
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 355: Ward at dw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Twelve does not hug; he may not be sure of much, but he's sure of that…
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or the characters.
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"I don't hug," the Doctor protested, trying to ward of Clara's determined efforts.
"You're sure of that? The other you did."
"I'm not him, he was a different me; this is the new me and yes, I'm quite certain I do not hug." He backed up another step.
"That's too bad because I intend to hug you anyway. Everybody needs a hug now and then, even you." Then Clara's arms were somehow around the Doctor, and though he'd never admit it, being hugged felt sort of nice.
Perhaps a little bit of his previous self was still there after all.
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The End
