Just the usual,” Clara lied, downing the rest of the scotch, “Just feeling down lately. And you?”
The Doctor called for the bartender again to refill their glasses and reached inside his briefcase, pulling out yesterday's newspaper. He opened it at the birth announcements and Clara spotted a picture of a pretty, young woman, not much older than herself, holding a tiny newborn.
“That is my ex-girlfriend Eileen. She left me a year ago because I wanted to get married and have children and she didn't. At least that's what she said,” the Doctor explained, avoiding to look at the picture.
Clara started to read the article.
“We congratulate Eileen Simmons and her husband Mark to the birth or their son Danny.”
Danny. The name stung but Clara was determined not to show it. Instead she read the announcement again.
“Wow, that really sucks,” Clara uttered.
“Yep. But now I know it wasn't marriage that scared her away or having kids, it was me. I guess I earned it. Somehow,” the Doctor raised his glass to his lips again.
“Why? What makes you say that?” Clara was honestly curious now.
“I have . . . a reputation. Of which you wouldn't know because you're new, but. . . I have. I have slept with a female student more than just once.”
Clara gulped. It really wasn't what she had expected, not of him. He had always seemed such a professional during class.
“I, uhm, I didn't push it. I'm not a creep if that's what you're thinking now,” he threw her a glance to check whether she seemed disgusted or not, “I always waited for them to make the first move. Most just did it because they wanted a better grade. I knew that, but I didn't care. Eileen was different though. I loved her. We had been together for two years when I proposed. A few months later she left me, for him,” he pointed at the newspaper, “apparently.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. It's really not a nice thing to do to someone. She could've told you the truth at least,” Clara finished her glass. She wasn't used to this kind of strong liquor and she was starting to feel a little light-headed.
“I learned my lesson,” the Doctor concluded, “Hands off the students.”
“Oh, I'm sure not everyone is like your ex. You'll meet someone,” Clara nudged him gently and smiled.
The Doctor turned his head towards her and a smirk formed on his lips. “You're very kind, Clara Oswald,” he sighed, “But for now I think I'm gonna get drunk, pass out on my bed and be completely hungover in class tomorrow. What do you say, one more drink and I'll stop bothering you with my boring life?”
Clara knew she should say no. She should decline and demanded a cup of tea instead, but the Doctor was right. The scotch had really warmed her up and the thoughts of Danny seemed further away then ever. And here was her nice professor in desperate need of some company. So she agreed.
Just the usual,” Clara lied, downing the rest of the scotch, “Just feeling down lately. And you?”The Doctor called for the bartender again to refill their glasses and reached inside his briefcase, pulling out yesterday's newspaper. He opened it at the birth announcements and Clara spotted a picture of a pretty, young woman, not much older than herself, holding a tiny newborn.“That is my ex-girlfriend Eileen. She left me a year ago because I wanted to get married and have children and she didn't. At least that's what she said,” the Doctor explained, avoiding to look at the picture.Clara started to read the article.“We congratulate Eileen Simmons and her husband Mark to the birth or their son Danny.”Danny. The name stung but Clara was determined not to show it. Instead she read the announcement again.“Wow, that really sucks,” Clara uttered.“Yep. But now I know it wasn't marriage that scared her away or having kids, it was me. I guess I earned it. Somehow,” the Doctor raised his glass to his lips again.“Why? What makes you say that?” Clara was honestly curious now.“I have . . . a reputation. Of which you wouldn't know because you're new, but. . . I have. I have slept with a female student more than just once.”Clara gulped. It really wasn't what she had expected, not of him. He had always seemed such a professional during class.“I, uhm, I didn't push it. I'm not a creep if that's what you're thinking now,” he threw her a glance to check whether she seemed disgusted or not, “I always waited for them to make the first move. Most just did it because they wanted a better grade. I knew that, but I didn't care. Eileen was different though. I loved her. We had been together for two years when I proposed. A few months later she left me, for him,” he pointed at the newspaper, “apparently.”“I'm sorry to hear that. It's really not a nice thing to do to someone. She could've told you the truth at least,” Clara finished her glass. She wasn't used to this kind of strong liquor and she was starting to feel a little light-headed.“I learned my lesson,” the Doctor concluded, “Hands off the students.”“Oh, I'm sure not everyone is like your ex. You'll meet someone,” Clara nudged him gently and smiled.The Doctor turned his head towards her and a smirk formed on his lips. “You're very kind, Clara Oswald,” he sighed, “But for now I think I'm gonna get drunk, pass out on my bed and be completely hungover in class tomorrow. What do you say, one more drink and I'll stop bothering you with my boring life?”Clara knew she should say no. She should decline and demanded a cup of tea instead, but the Doctor was right. The scotch had really warmed her up and the thoughts of Danny seemed further away then ever. And here was her nice professor in desperate need of some company. So she agreed.
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