She's run out of books to read on her ..
at her...

At home.

Well, that was too much to hope for.

She'll rephrase then.
He's hiding from something.

If only that were completely true.

Stop running, you Clever Boy...

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The Doctor otherwise known as John Smith.

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We're going to hurt my Clara...

Anthony J. Crowley.

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"Are you now?"

She sees ...

a challenge.

knows it must happen.
It must happen, or he does not become who he was meant to become, and neither does Tony Stark, or King T'Challa. Events will not unfold as they are meant to in the future, and the world needs them to.

Everything within her screams to run with him straight down the alleyway. It screams to take him from here and now. Save him from the pain and terror.

Yet somehow, she pulls her collar closer and steps a little closer to his warmth as they step out into the night, and she doesn't run.
She -

She knows of a café that will at least take them til ten or eleven. After that, they can find somewhere to sit all night.
She isn't sure he can handle the TARDIS.

Her slight, slim fingers curl with his, and she feels her breath catching.

"Yes."

This place is too loud. It is too much.

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Spotify is spying on us!!!

tries to smile.

"I can't say goodbye yet."

Clara doesn't want to spend the night doing anything but being with him, siting and talking. Perhaps being wrapped on each other's arms. She just wants to be there with Bucky until he absolutely must leave.
"When do you have to report back tonight?"

She's not trying to be forward.

"I'm..."

She-

little hands rest at the small of his back.

"When do you have to leave?" She asks, voice muffled by his uniform jacket, and by tears.

She wants to stay with him until the last very second. She wants to send him off with all of her [love] hopes and dreams.

Here she is, meaning to give him comfort, and it turns out, hes giving it to her instead.

If only she could just take him by the hand and run off with him to /her/ TARDIS, and save him from the horrors to come, for both of them.
Clara knows what's coming, he doesn't.

Pressed into his chest, her-

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just the enormity of it all. You're all going off to war."
How trite she sounds. "No, that sounds stupid. It's utter bollocks."
She says reaching up to swipe a tear from her eye.
"I hate this war. I hate what it's taking from everyone. "