Danni really needed a job. Or a hobby, or something to do whilst Clara was out being a proper human adult and earning the wage that Danni still felt awful for eating into. She'd sent out her CV to every website she could find, sticking mainly with retail work and places Clara had told her wouldn't ask too many questions about her lack of experience, or references.
But it was such hard work, and exhausting work at that. Walking around handing in CVs with cover letters to uninterested staff and emailing the rest took a lot of mental strength that Danni didn't quite have at that moment. There was nothing more demoralising than knowing you were putting a lot of mental and physical effort into something that everyone involved knew was never going to pay off. She'd only been on this planet for two weeks, and she was already itching to leave. It had been the same when she lived in Christmas, and it taken years to overcome, and she'd had her husband to… distract her.
That was also starting to get to her. Now they'd been… well, they'd always had such a highly sexualised relationship. She was sure that part of their initial problems had been that they'd stopped having sex. For the Doctor, it had been over three hundred years, but at least she hadn't been in his vicinity at the time. She hadn't been stalking around, being all clever, showing off all the wonders of the universe. No wonder she had been so bloody frustrated.
Danni slumped down on Clara's couch, flicking through the channels even though she knew nothing was on. If only that had been their only issue, then she wouldn't be sat in Clara's living room in her pyjamas even though it was getting close to home time for Coal Hill. She really should get up and have a shower, or cook, or do a bit of tidying and yet it all seemed like such hard work.
She really should cook something for Clara though when she came home. Maybe some curry, Clara did seem to like them. Maybe there was a jar or something in the kitchen.
She groaned slightly as she pushed herself off the sofa and away from the house makeover show she'd found herself watching. If there wasn't, then she'd have to go to the shop, wouldn't she? Clara had left her some money but she really didn't want to have to touch it. This was another reason she needed a job. With the Doctor it had felt like nothing, now it felt like a handout and she hated it.
Ring!
She frowned, taking a look at Clara's landline phone. Should she answer it? It wasn't her phone, but she was living here and it might be important. She slowly walked over to it, lifting the receiver to her ear.
"Er, hello, Clara's flat?" She greeted unsurely.
"Hello, Danielle, it's Ian Chesterton," a friendly, older sounding voice said on the other side and Danni's straightened slightly in surprise.
"Oh, hi Ian," she replied, "er, Clara's not here at the minute, she's still at work actually."
"Yes, I've just seen her actually," he explained, "she said this was the best number to contact you on, I hope you don't mind me asking."
"No, it's fine, what can I do for you?" She asked, slightly confused, "I can't get in contact with the Doctor right now, Clara's still your best port of call for that."
He chuckled on the other side of the line, "She said you'd say something like that," he commented, "quite a remarkable woman, Miss Oswald. No, we're in a bit of a pickle. One of our catering assistance has taken ill. It's only for a couple of weeks, but I thought I might offer it to you before looking through the correct channels for a replacement."
Her eyes widened and a smile spread on her face, "Oh, yes, please Ian!" She replied happily before catching herself, "I-I mean Mr Chesterton. I'd be more than happy to take you up on that offer. When would you like me?"
"Tomorrow morning," he replied, "I can't promise it'll be for any longer, though, but… well, you look after your own, don't you?"
Her cheeks hurt from smiling, even as she tried to ignore the twinge at the reminder of the Doctor, "Well, thank you. Thank you very much, I'll be there first thing in the morning."
Ian was so lovely. Sometimes she wished she'd have appeared earlier in the Doctor's timeline so she could have met the earlier Doctors. And, sometimes, it was because she wished she could have spent time with the companions she never got to meet either. Ian wasn't exactly as warm as Clara or Rory, he kept an almost professional persona at all times, but she could see the kindness and they loyalty that she knew would have appealed to her husband.
Her ex-husband. Damn it, she was still so bad at that.
It was with a large smile that she headed to the kitchen this time. She definitely had to cook something special now! Her first paying job in her new life, that was definitely worth celebrating, right?
Her brows furrowed at the knock on the door. A phone call was one thing, it could have easily been a cold caller instead of Ian, but a knock on the front door was downright bizarre. She headed to it, wondering if it was some neighbour before opening it up, ready to explain that Clara wasn't there.
She blinked, all breath and thoughts driven out of her head at the sight of the Doctor stood there, staring down at her, a look of relief on his face.
~0~0~0~
Clara knew what she was going to walk in on. The smell of some kind of food floating from the kitchen, maybe even music playing as Danni happily celebrated the temporary job Clara knew she'd been offered earlier that afternoon. There would definitely be a hug involved, and Danni would beg her help to choose an outfit to wear to work even though she'd get a uniform once she arrived.
It would be such a welcome change to see her so happy instead of so sad. Whilst the sadness was understandable, and the happiness she was expecting to pouring out of her best friend a bit disproportionate for the job she'd been offered, she'd never deny Danni any reason to forget her troubles for a little while.
She opened the door, ready to be greeted by the smell of some sort of pasta dish. Instead, the room was dim from the darkening sky outside and no one turning on any lights. There was no smell of cooking, no sound of someone singing along to the radio. The television was on and she stepped into the living room, she frowned in confusion at the sight of Danni on the sofa with a glass of wine.
"Starting the celebrations a bit early, aren't you?" She teased, a little unsure, "Could have at least waited for me." Danni looked up from her glass of wine and Clara let the happy pretence drop, her concern showing at the conflicted look on Danni's face, "What's wrong?" She asked.
Danni looked at the glass of wine. It was her second already, but she needed something to help her relax and it was all they had, "The Doctor came around," she explained, much to Clara's surprise.
She quickly kicked her shoes off, sitting next to Danni and taking the glass out of her hand, "Tell me everything," she commanded gently, placing it on the coffee table.
~0~0~0~
The Doctor had planned. He'd sat down and decided how he was going to address the mess that was his marriage. He knew what he wanted to say to Danielle, what was worth addressing on their first meeting and what issues needed addressing further on down the line.
He'd been briefly distracted sorting her room out, making it look presentable for if and when she decided to join him on the TARDIS once again. It was probably out of the question except for a quiet hope, but even if it came to pass he knew she'd need her own space. He'd hung up her new dresses on the outside of her wardrobe, and had hung up the picture of her and his previous self above her bed. That had taken him a couple of days before he realised he needed to get back to his task.
He'd spent a week going over his speech again and again, how he'd ask for her forgiveness, how they could get back on track, how he wanted her and loved her dearly despite her belief. He'd refined it down in a way his younger bodies never did with their monologues.
He'd even spent a while choosing his outfit! There was nothing wrong with his usual choice of clothing, but he knew that he needed to look his best for when they were finally reunited. A full-out tux was obviously over the top, but he definitely needed a tie. After a not-so-deliberation, he decided to go with a bowtie out of his old collection. If he could bring in a little of his old body, the one she was more sympathetic to, then maybe she might be more sympathetic to him too.
But he hadn't been prepared for when he actually saw her. He had been expecting Clara to open the door, in fact he'd planned on it. Clara would be angry, but he knew that he could quickly calm her with what was left of himself swimming in her head. She could have talked to Danni for him. But, now he wasn't sure that would have been any better for him.
She was staring up at him with a look of complete surprise. He didn't blame her, but she was just so beautiful. Her eyes shone, her hair glowed. He wasn't sure if it was the two-year gap or not – he remembered feeling the same when she'd appeared back on Trenzalore - but she seemed so stunning it took his voice away. All he could do was stare at her with eyes almost as wide as hers.
So much for being cool and collected, he felt like a bloody teenager.
Danni wasn't much better. She just stared back, absolutely blown away that he'd turned up at all. She didn't know why she had expected to never see him again, and part of her knew that thought was idiotic at best, and yet the fact that he was there made little to no sense at all.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. If he was coming back, why had he taken his sweet time about it? She'd been living in borrowed clothes, using Clara's money to buy underwear and toothpaste. Alright, she hadn't exactly stopped to pack up her things, but he would have known that.
"Clara's not here," she all but snapped, despite the mixed emotions she felt at the sight of him, "she's still at work. She won't be here for a few hours yet."
He could have chuckled at her assumption; of course she would think he was there for Clara, she had always been like that. She was always surprised when someone wanted to see her. He didn't though, because maybe that was his fault too. She had a myth surrounding her, one they'd barely scratched the surface of, but he knew what a big presence he'd had in the universe. Maybe he'd kept her in his shadow for too long.
"I'm not here to see Clara," he replied, "may I come in?"
She blinked, surprised at his politeness. The Doctor had always been a bit rude, Twelve even more so. She nodded, silently stepping out of the way to let him into her new temporary home.
"Thank you," he told her gently and she nodded, again slightly stunned at his subdued behaviour. Maybe it was remorse, but for what? For leaving her on the Moon? For being late? Or just for turning up unexpected?
They headed awkwardly into the living room and Danni couldn't help but feel like they were on a first date. Five hundred years of learning how to be around each other was suddenly out of the window and the ease they moved around each other seemed to have magically disappeared. It was rather sad, when she thought about it, but it still conflicted with the anger and hurt his presence had brought.
She sat down on the sofa, but he stayed standing, hovering over her but without his usual presence. She didn't feel like he was looming over her. Neither of them said a word for one, long silent moment before she sighed.
"Two weeks, Th-Doctor," she corrected herself with a bit of a sigh, "why are you here now?" He almost physically winced. He hadn't meant to be so late, his aim had only improved with age, but he had been a bit distracted with making sure this went as well as he hoped it would.
"I didn't mean to be this long," he promised without telling her just how long it had been for him. He was certain that wouldn't go down too well right now. Again, they fell into an awkward silence where she stared at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation, but he didn't really have one he knew wouldn't make her angry.
He couldn't stop staring at her. Her legs were pulled up onto the sofa, a sign she was very comfortable, but her arms were crossed over her chest, indicating she was mad. He didn't blame her; he shouldn't have been this late, that was another mistake he would have to make up for.
"You look nice," he commented and she shot him a look.
"Why are you here?" She asked, but without a bite to her tone. In fact, she sounded a little sad, like she expected something bad to happen now he'd arrived and it hurt so much to think that he'd made himself a bad guy in her head.
"I have a speech written." He replied.
~0~0~0~
"A speech?" Clara asked, looking just as bewildered as Danni had felt at the time, "He'd written a speech just to talk to you?"
Danni nodded, taking another sip of her wine as she did, "He also told me to 'kindly shut up' until he had finished."
"Really?" Clara asked, reaching to pour herself another glass of wine. She shook her head, she wasn't surprised, "So, he just came over to insult you and make excuses for himself?"
"No, not exactly," Danni replied softly.
~0~0~0~
Danni was actually surprised at how much relief she felt at his blunt command. It was almost like she had missed his rudeness, missed the way he'd treat everyone with a level of annoyance. He wasn't looking at her like she was irritating him, though. If anything, she was sure that he was looking at her like he'd missed her. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, because she had missed him too. She looked over him, frowning slightly. Was he wearing a bow tie?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pile of white cards. Her eyebrows raised slightly, "You've written it down?" She asked, amused by the flash cards he had prepared for the occasion. Sometimes, even when she was angry at him and hurt at their broken relationship, he was still just too damn adorable.
He didn't appreciate the look she was sending his way, although it was nice to see her smiling at him rather than shouting, "I told you to be quiet until I'd finished." He reminded her.
She narrowed her eyes and he looked slightly apologetic, "Right, trying to be nice. I forgot." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cards in his hand.
"Danielle, I believe I owe you an apology." He started and her eyes widened in surprise. She had thought he was going to make excuses for himself, it definitely wasn't the start she'd been expecting, "I have realised now that my actions upon the Moon were insensitive and could be seen as cruel, despite my intentions."
Her mind raced for a moment. This wasn't him trying to convince her that he was right. He knew he was in the wrong, and he was trying to apologise in the best way he could. Her eyes fell onto the cue cards; what else was written upon them.
"I understand that you felt abandoned, when all I had wanted you to feel was empowered. It would appear that, as has happened a lot since I regenerated, I should have just told you rather than kept it hidden for you to find."
That was most certainly true. Everything he had done since he regenerated had been kept close to his chest, and she had no idea what he was thinking or what he was feeling. The fact that he was here seemed to show that he still cared for her, but his actions previously had said anything but. He looked so uncomfortable, and she wanted to make it better, her hearts crying out for her to elevate her husband's pain. But then it would harden, reminding her that she'd had no comfort on the floor of the Moon. She'd had no comfort when she'd been left to the mercy of the half-faced man. She had been left on her own, and so he should experience the same.
"It would appear that I have, instead of trying to show you how I see you, driven a wedge between us that you have been trying to break past. I never imagined that I could put you in such a situation, and I truly apologise for doing so."
Her brows furrowed slightly. While she was very touched by his words, they were slightly undermined by the fact that they were so prepared. She couldn't tell if they were genuine or not, and the fact that he also seemed very reluctant to even look up from the cards at her. She stood up slowly, walking over to him.
"I understand that," she grabbed the pile, yanking it out of his hands. "Wait a minute!" He exclaimed as she began to read through them herself, "That's my speech!"
"I know." She replied offhandedly, reading through them, chucking each one on the floor as she did. There was quite the pile, all analysing his motives for leaving her and Clara on the moon. Then apologies for his behaviour since he'd regenerated, how he hadn't realised how much he was hurting her, "Hang on, 'I hope that you never felt pressured, I would always back away if you ever said no.'" She held up the card in question, "What does that mean?"
"Your wording on the TARDIS implied that I might have been more…" He glanced at the door, as if he was expecting Clara to walk in at any moment, "forceful than I intended to be. I never meant to take advantage of you." She looked at the card again, absolutely baffled over where that came from. She'd never felt like that. Sure, she had questions about his new tastes in that department, but she'd never felt pressured into anything. This, this was something that had been stewing.
"How long has it been since you last saw me?" She asked.
"I had to write the speech." He replied, dodging her question, "And I… I had to plan how to give it. How to dress sympathetically, make sure that you felt comfortable…"
"That's not an answer." She retorted, interrupting his uncomfortable rambling, "How long?"
"Too long." He replied, refusing to give her the real answer. She shook her head, because that meant she wouldn't like the answer, but she had bigger things to clear up and arguing wasn't going to get that done. She gestured at him, pointing in his direction with the cards in her hand.
"Right, listen to me." She snapped, "No matter how angry I am, don't ever think you did anything wrong with me, alright?" He nodded, "No, don't just nod your head at me, Spaceman." He perked up slightly at her nickname for him, finally meeting her eye and seeing how passionate she felt about this, "Don't dare ever think that, okay?"
"Noted." He told her and she seemed to accept that, going back to the cards and chucking a few more away. She then held the last one out to him.
"Start here." She commanded lightly, sitting down again and watching him closely, slightly anxiously. He looked down at the cards, then back at her.
"Really?" He asked, sounding perplex and she nodded.
"Yes." She confirmed. He nodded once.
"I know I'm not easy to live with. I'm not asking you to forgive me." He read, "But I once promised that I would never stop coming back for you, and that has not changed, despite how much I have. I will follow you to the end of the universe, even if I have proved that I am not worth the same in return. All I ask is that you let me try and make it up to you. I understand that you may not be ready to return to the TARDIS as my wife on a full time basis, but perhaps you would give the pleasure of taking you on the occasional trip." He looked up, "I love you, I always have and that is the only thing you should ever believe when it comes out of my mouth."
~0~0~0~
Clara finished her mouthful of wine, motioning to Danni with her glass, "So, let me get this straight," she started, "he turns up out of the blue after two weeks, writes a speech for you, then basically asks you out on a date?"
Danni nodded, "That's it."
"Well?" Clara pressed after a moment of silence from her friend. It was like getting blood from a stone, sometimes, "What did you say?"
Danni looked down at her glass. She still wasn't sure her answer had been the best one, and it was the reason that she was telling Clara everything that had happened, and why she had been sat in the dark thinking when she had come home from work.
"Well, you see…"
~0~0~0~
Danni stared at him for a moment, stunned by the words even though she had read them on the card herself. Hearing him say he loved her felt so bittersweet. On some level she knew that he believed he did, and she knew that on the same level he really did love her. But now the universe seemed so pointless to him and she somehow had been put into that little pocket with it all as well. She didn't want special treatment, not exactly, but she didn't expect to be treated like she didn't matter either. Not by a man who supposedly loved her.
But then again, if she didn't matter, he wouldn't have put so much effort into coming over and writing a speech for her, "Was all of this just preamble so you asking me out on a date?" She asked, to which he shot her a slightly exasperated look.
"Dates are a social concept that is both hideous and pointless, especially considering that we are married." He replied shortly before he seemed to catch himself, "However, if that is how you wish to see it, then yes." She couldn't help but giggle again at the look on his face, and for a moment everything felt okay. Then the reason he was asking her out on a date in the first place came flooding back and the happiness was washed away with it.
She pulled her legs up closer, curling up slightly into a ball, "I'm scared," she admitted softly, "I'm scared I'm going to start to feel safe and secure in our relationship, and you'll turn on me again."
He walked over, sitting on the coffee table instead of next to her. He didn't want to invade her space when he was trying to convince her to give him a chance, "I do understand your concerns," he replied because he did, even if he was only starting to understand why she had them, "I assure you, I would never intentionally hurt you. And I am always on your side." He held his hand out for her, giving her the option to take it or not. She visibly hesitated, but let him hold her hand in his, "Please, Danielle, give me a chance to make this right. Come back to the TARDIS, your room is waiting. Please"
~0~0~0~
"And what did you say?" Clara asked her, "Obviously you didn't go with him, because you're still in my flat."
"I didn't really say anything," Danni replied, "not for a while anyway. I want to forgive him, but I can't, can I?" She had watched him become more and more anxious as she'd stayed silent, going over his words again and again in her head. But it had all come down to the fact that she didn't want to be on the TARDIS with a man who could turn on her again at any moment.
Clara grimaced slightly, almost apologetically at what she was about to offer, "You were together five hundred years," she pointed out, "the mistakes of a few months shouldn't get in the way of that."
"But it's not just since he regenerated, is it?" Danni countered, "I've not been perfect, I don't claim to be. I used to keep information from him, especially when I was jumping, that he could have really used to make a difference. Even in Christmas I used to hide how much I did when he wasn't around." She ran a hand through her hair, "But he keeps abandoning me. No matter what I did or didn't tell him, I never let him go through it alone if I could help it. I even went back for the end of the Ponds, knowing he was going to be so angry when he found out I wouldn't save them. He sent me away when he was getting old. He regenerated and then left me to avenge a dinosaur, and he left me on the Moon to try and make a decision that haunts him even now. We're supposed to be a team, but we're not! What happens when my 'usefulness' runs out again? Do I just get left behind on some planet?"
Clara nodded slowly. She could understand that. Much like Danni, she had felt like her relationship with the Doctor had been improving. But then, it suddenly became him and them again. They weren't on the same team anymore; it was like they were just near each other at the same time. Her hesitance to allow herself to believe the Doctor wanted to make amends came purely from having that security, that proof, pulled from underneath her like a rug. They'd been on the same team, and then they were not.
"So, what did you do?"
~0~0~0~
The Doctor stared at Danni, his hearts racing in an anticipation he hadn't felt in so many years. It wasn't the same as when he'd watched her take the 'exit strategy' in the Bank of Karabraxos, because that had been devastation. It also wasn't quite the same as when he'd asked her to smile for him before he'd headed onto the roof for his 'final' Dalek confrontation; no, that had just been pure hope and the elation at the sight.
This reminded him of when he proposed to her. He couldn't quite remember the where or the when, but he did remember being down on one knee, his hand shaking as he waited for her to turn around so he could finally express just what he wanted to say to her. Fortunately, this time, he'd managed to get some of them out before she'd taken control of the situation, but that was so very much like them that it'd just added to the situation.
But, unlike the proposal, when she met his eyes there was no happiness reflecting back out of her eyes at him. She looked so sad, and he knew that he wasn't about to get the answer he had been hoping for, he was going to get the answer he expected.
"I can't go back with you," she told him gently, "I-I can't do this again. I love you, Theta, and you use it to hurt me…"
"I don't mean to hurt you," he quickly replied, his words quicker than normal in his attempt to convince her, "I know I've changed, that-that I'm not quite the man you married but it's still me. I'm still your Theta."
"I can't come back with you," she reiterated, "because you're not the man I married anymore," she watched his head dip forward and her hearts broke for him as much as they did for her, "but I'm not the woman you married either. I think we both need to learn each other again. I need to learn how to work with the new you, and you need to learn how to be with me again. Because," she reached out with her free hand, tilting his head upwards so he was looking at her, "I think you spent three hundred years with a Danni in your head, and she's just not me."
His hand reached up, cupping her hand against his cheek. Her touch felt wonderful, a sensation he had desperately missed. He turned, placing a kiss on her palm, which was something he had been prone to do when they were both younger.
"I think, regrettably, that you may be right," he murmured, "but how do I learn without you by my side?"
Danni knew that he had a point. The more time they spent together working on their relationship, the more likely they are to build it back up stronger than it had ever been. She just had to see some of that improvement before she could move back in with him again.
"I just accepted a job at Coal Hill," she told him, a slightly apologetic tone to her voice, "Ian went out of his way to give me it, and I want to take it. I want to prove to myself that I can do this on my own, even if don't necessarily want to."
The Doctor let go of her hand, letting her pull it back into her lap, "You could always do whatever you wanted," he argued, "you've proven it time and time again."
She shook her head, "Not to myself," she explained, "I don't feel like I can. The Moon proved that; I was mess, and I could have helped so much. I don't want to fall apart when you're not there anymore. I want to be better with you, we should make each other better, not bring each other down when we're not there."
The passion behind her words was audible, and the Doctor knew she had made up her mind on this long before he'd turned up. So he nodded, "Then what do you suggest, my Pet?" He asked her.
"I think you had it right," she replied, surprising him slightly, "I think we should date. Spend time getting to know each other, and live our own lives away from each other until it naturally comes to the point we can either join them back, or we continue on with…" she swallowed, because even now, even with everything it wasn't something she wanted to contemplate, "without each other."
He wasn't too pleased with that second option, either, which was probably a good sign that they would be moving in a direction he wanted; one that would have her, at the very least, back on the TARDIS with him, and hopefully back as his wife before too long. He could do dates. He could 'wine and dine' her. There was a whole universe out there full of things he could use to astound her, and show her that he did care, that he did know her, and that he had learnt from his mistakes.
He didn't want to leave her behind, though. It felt like he was abandoning her to Clara's home once again, but this time parking outside didn't seem like the correct answer.
He didn't comment, though. He watched as she nodded, coming to her own conclusions and had to resist leaning over and closing his lips over hers. She didn't understand how sexy she was when she was in control, making decisions and showing that she was so capable all on her own, "Wednesday is Clara's day. Friday can be ours, what do you think?" She looked at him for approval, but he just frowned.
"You want me to pick you up?" He asked and she nodded.
"You know, like a proper date," she replied. "start off small, then we can grow from there. That way you can still take Clara out, and she's not being left out too."
"I'm sure Miss Oswald is even less inclined to spend time with me than you are," he scoffed and she shot him an annoyed look, "she only ever wanted to spend time with you."
"Don't diminish her friendship," Danni warned, "that's partly what got us in the mess in the first place. Clara is both our friend, and if you recall she's your companion."
His brows furrowed, "You asked her first."
"No, you asked her," she reminded, "I asked the first Clara, back in Victorian London. You asked her after that weird thing with the internet, remember?" Evidently he didn't, as she saw by the way he seemed to be getting increasingly annoyed at his own memory, "Don't worry about it," she told him, deciding working on that was for another day, "what do you think?"
The question sounded nervous, and he could see she was looking at him hopefully, wanting him to agree to her terms. He didn't want to, but it was a start and he would take it if it made her happy, "Clara on a Wednesday, you on a Friday," he repeated and she nodded, "that's acceptable, I suppose," but then he shot her one of his imposing stares, "will you consider coming back home?" He asked and she nodded.
"I'll think about it," she promised, "I just need time, Theta."
~0~0~0~
"And then he kissed my cheek, told me he'd see me on Friday, and was out of the door before I could say anything else," Danni summarised.
"So you two are now dating?" Clara asked and Danni shrugged, placing her glass down on the coffee table.
"I guess we are," she replied, a small happy flutter in her chest at the idea, "do you think I'm being stupid?"
Clara shook her head, "No, actually, I think you're being incredibly sensible about it."
"Really?" Danni asked in disbelief and Clara shot her a smile to reassure her.
"You're not cutting all ties with him, but you're not just instantly forgiving him either," she reasoned, "you're going to work at it from both sides with the idea that you both did things wrong, and not wanting to do them again. I think it's quite mature."
Danni smiled back, "Really?" She asked again, this time rather proud of herself. Clara nodded before her brows furrowed.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I like it," She commented. Danni picked up a sofa cushion and threw it at her, but all it did was cause Clara to laugh happily.
"Oi, respect your elders," Danni teased as Clara stood up, grabbing the glasses and empty bottle of wine.
"Just don't come crying to me if he leaves you on another planet on your own," Clara replied, although she didn't mean it at all, "it's your fault for travelling with him. I got out of that, remember?" Danni grimaced slightly as Clara headed into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I remember," Danni replied vaguely, wondering when she should tell Clara that she'd pretty much guaranteed her return to the TARDIS to her husband.
"Are we having takeaway to celebrate your new job, then?" Clara called and Danni nodded.
"Of course!" She shouted back. She really needed to ask her if she was willing to give him another chance as well, but she wasn't sure how well it would go down. The Moon had been a stunt to show her how the Doctor saw her, what was an utterly misguided attempt to give her a confidence boost. His words had implied that Clara had only been put through it to give her support in her decision, which had totally been the opposite of what had actually happened. Clara wasn't best pleased at being an afterthought, and Danni couldn't blame her.
How the hell was she going to get the two back together again?