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[thedreamer]

"Gargantuan," he leans in even more, grinning a little. "Terrifying, in fact. Wasn't it wonderful?" He can't help himself, enjoying the thrill of that, though admittedly, it had him worried there for a minute.

[makemeasong]

"I haven't been that proper scared in a long time," she says, hands on her hips as she exhales. "Think I'd better pick where we go for a while," Clara decides before looking at the console warily.

"If she'll let me."

[thedreamer]

"You just need to be nicer to her, that's all. Apologize, make nice, stroke her ego, stroke her console, in fact. She likes that," he smiles, doing just that now. The TARDIS, in response, lights up a little. "Oh, there you go. My sexy girl."

Then he looks at Clara, nodding a little. "Come on then. Give her a little love."

[makemeasong]

Clara makes a face at him, then lightly pats the console. "Hello, you...sexy...blue thing, you," she manages. "Why don't we go somewhere nice and safe, yeah? Somewhere dry and above ground, even."

She's trying, and she pauses before adding. "Please?"

[thedreamer]

"Oh, see, that's a good effort, she can't be mad at that. Eh, girl?" He asks fondly, stroking her again.

Shortly thereafter, everything lights up and they're spinning away to the next place, landing somewhere with an abrupt thud.

[makemeasong]

Managing to hold on, she pats the TARDIS again lightly. "We'll work on the landings. Bit rough, love."

Picking at her soggy clothes, she gestures toward the hallway. "Going to change. And after this, home, otherwise you'll be buying me a TARDIS wardrobe," she calls over her shoulder as she heads toward the room she's claimed as her own while she travels with him.

[thedreamer]

"Home? Is it time already?" They do this all the time, of course, and it's become comfortable so he's only teasing.

The Doctor's clothes are soaking, too, though, so he begins to change right there in the console room.

[makemeasong]

She hears his question and answers when she returns, promptly turning her back when she realizes he's mid-change.

"It wouldn't have been, if our underwater adventure hadn't ended in our best impression of a wave pool. That makes it time, but don't worry. It's summer break, I can come back straight away," she says with a grin, heading to the doors to see where they've landed.

"It's sunny. I'll take sunny."

[thedreamer]

"I hope it's not boring," he remarks to himself, getting his bowtie situated.

He moves to the door, poking his head out. "Ah! Not bad, not at all. That's Yavin V out there. A trading outpost, with all sorts coming and going. Let's go," he urges, tugging on her hand.

[makemeasong]

"Yavin V, the trading outpost," she says as she follows him quickly out of the TARDIS and looks around.

"What sorts of things do people trade here? Food, homewares, a bit of everything?"

[thedreamer]

"Body parts, tools," he supplies casually, letting go of her hand and walking along ahead, as though he's just said the most normal thing in the universe.

[makemeasong]

"Body parts? As in organs and legs and stuff?" Claire quickly falls back and takes his hand again, staying close.

[thedreamer]

"Everyone has to make a living," he offers by way of explanation, holding her hand. "They're already deceased when they nab their limbs, at least."

[makemeasong]

That makes her relax again, though she isn't quick to let go. "That is a relief. Was worried one of us would wake up in a tub of ice with a kidney missing," Clara says with half a laugh.

"Make sure I don't try to buy anything with a body part involved, yeah?" she asks as they stop at a vendor.

[thedreamer]

"I would never let you lose a kidney. Well, not knowingly. And if you did lose one, I'd give you one of mine, so really, there's no need to worry at all," he says, as though that's all reassuring.

"Oh, this one - they have jewelry here made from stardust. Genuine stardust."

[makemeasong]

She's about to ask if he has more than two, but she's fascinated by the way the jewelry's made, and she reaches out, somehow pulled to one that's shaped like a small, delicate flower.

"Reminds me of my mum. She loved her garden. I tried to keep it after she died, but I'm rubbish." Clara smiles just a little, running her finger over the jewelry before looking at the vendor. "It's beautiful," she promises, but puts it back gently, clearing her throat and finally walking ahead of The Doctor, giving her a chance to get ahold of her sudden emotion over her mother.

[thedreamer]

He studies her for just a moment before catching up to her quickly. "It reminded you of her, but you didn't want it?" Perhaps it was too painful, maybe that's it.

[makemeasong]

Clara stops, turning to look up at him, trying to explain.

"It's like...seeing someone on the street that reminds you of someone you love and for a split second you're so happy," she says with a small smile. "But then you realize it isn't them, just you wishing they were there, or at least a part of them could be. That's how I feel about the necklace."

She shakes her head a little, looking down at the ring on her finger she'd once given away and he'd gotten back for her. "But it's not like this, something she wore that was her."

[thedreamer]

Through the years, he's lost so many people. Some of them, he wanted to remember, and he wanted every tangible reminder of them that he could find. For others, the loss of them was so painful that he couldn't bear the reminder. So, he mostly understands what she's saying.

"You don't want the reminder, you'd rather keep something that belonged to her, that she held, and that meant something to her," he reasons.

[makemeasong]

Clara smiles when he says it, nodding. "Right. Besides," she begins as she takes The Doctor's arm. "I'm already doing what she wanted more than anything in the world. All of this travel would have meant everything to her. Everywhere we go, it feels a bit like remembering her."

She isn't sure that she's ever said that aloud to him, but it does. To be able to fill her book with every adventure her mother never got to have makes Clara happy, not sad.

[thedreamer]

He smiles softly as he leans into her for a moment before asking, "Alright, then, what would your mother have wanted to do here? There are other traders, merchants. There's a cantina down that way with live music," he points. "And over there," he points to the left, "a swimming pool built into a cloud."

[makemeasong]

"Dunno about you, but I've had enough water for a while. And my mum did love good music," Clara says with a small grin.

"Come on, let's see if it's like Star Wars or not."

[thedreamer]

"Oh, if you insist," he grins back at her. It's certainly no hardship, he's looking forward to it. "We might run into a few friends of mine if we're lucky. Or...not, depending on the friend. I might have - well, you know. Time travel," he shrugs, tugging her hand to pull her along.

[makemeasong]

"Well, that sounds just about right," Clara says with a smirk, ducking into the cantina and looking around with a smile.

"It's like if Star Wars was made now, I love it," she tells him with a grin, hitting him on the chest with the back of her hand in delight.

[thedreamer]

He has a grin on his face, but it's the type of grin that says he knows more than she does and he's not willing to tell her. Yet. But he leads her to the bartop, where an assortment of so many creatures and people are all drinking and eating a variety of things.

"You think Star Wars is just a movie, don't you?"