something-blue50 said: Prompt: Clara asks the doctor about what happened between him and her echo in Victorian London
Send me Eleven x Clara promts! No smut, but anything else is fair game. I’ll write a little drabble for them. This is my way of getting back into writing for their characters, so sorry if they’re a bit ooc.
[Set shortly after The Name of The Doctor]
"You now what’s odd, Doctor?" Clara asked, as she settled her newly made cup of tea in her lap. He shook his head, but didn’t say anything. He just watched Clara, giving her an assuring smile.
Ever since they had returned from Trenzalore he’d been extra attentive to Clara’s health; mentally and physically. He just nodded and made her more tea and made sure the house was stocked with jammy dodgers, which he assured her would work. It all reminded her vaguely of his first meeting with her. It wouldn’t be his first though, only for Clara. She was still getting used to the fact that versions of her had met The Doctor. The memories were there, but they were fleeting. Like blips on a sonic radar.
She had debated whether he was just distracting himself from who he had seen, the man Clara had never seen before. She figured it was a combination of worry and distraction.
"My memories aren’t full," she began, trying to find a way to explain it, "It’s like I’m reading a book that’s lost pages. Most of the chapters missing are the ones involving you." This was when The Doctor’s expression changed, more curious than before. His smile had faded. "When I was-," she paused, lowering her eyes, "-When I was a Dalek. I can’t remember becoming one. The process I mean. I know I had to, but it’s like I’m missing those memories. I barely remember talking to you either. I remember speaking to Rory, but not much else."
"Well, it could be several factors. I assume the reason your memories of your echoes interactions of me are blurry is based on the paradox of it all. You’re talking to me now, and you’ve spoken to me before. It’s all to…" The Doctor trailed off, smiling when he found the word, "timey wimey for the universe I’m afraid." Clara nodded, waiting for him as he thought through the other reasons. She drank the tea. It was a bit to milky, but she didn’t mind. It was always nice to see him do something domestic. "It could also be you blocking traumatic experiences. Things that shocked or frightened you. That would more than explain th-"
"But what about when I was in Victorian London? I mean I know I died, which was more than traumatic, but I remember all that. There are less blank pages. I remember you blushing-" she said, and almost immediately The Doctor’s cheeks flushed. He wouldn’t dare forget what had happened, but he had hoped for some reason she wouldn’t recall it, "- like you are now, but there’s a few moments before than I can’t remember."
"Well … you. You kissed me," he mumbled, unable to meet Clara’s eyes.
"I kissed you?" Clara asked, suddenly somewhat amused by The Doctor’s embarrassment. "Did I block it because it was traumatic? Are you that bad at kissing?" she asked, practically glowing. She was happy that another echo of herself had made a move. The Doctor was rather offended by her accusation as he replied.
"You took me by surprise," he blurted, shaking his head, "but I’m rather sure that in this instance this is just a paradox problem."
"Well I think I want details," Clara insisted. She said this as if she were joking, but she really, truly was curious.
"Well you we were just talking and then you went and pulled my head toward yours. I didn’t see it coming although-" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "No, I’m not rehashing this scene for you. I’m sure you’ll remember it soon enough." His face was still pink. Clara barely ever saw him blush.
"Well, in films or novels when a someone loses their memory it usually helps to relive those moments," Clara said, and The Doctor nodded.
"It’s true it can help but there’s nothing to- Wait. No." He looked like a fish out of water. "We can’t do that in this situation," he said firmly.
"Well I’m sure you’re not that horrible at kissing," Clara promised him.
An argument broke out between the two. The Doctor’s argument was weak, on purpose. Clara’s retaliations were on point, as always. It wasn’t long before Clara won the whole thing, and she got her memory back.