Her room on the TARDIS is not like

Her room on the TARDIS is not like the room she had in her flat. Rather, it's an approximation of what he - what the ship - thinks she would like. Three mirrors on the dresser. She's not sure if that's meant to be comforting or an insult. With him it can sometimes be both.

For the first week or so after she moved in, she half-expected to open her door onto a black void. Vaguely unsettling, to think that when they're not traveling, or she's at Coal Hill, they're just...floating through space. She's reassured by the constant white noise hum of the TARDIS engine. And his presence, somewhere in the distance. Is he working? She can hear music sometimes.

The Doctor doesn't sleep, she knows that much.

In the meanwhile, he still drops her off at her job, and they still go on adventures together. Wednesdays becomes every other day becomes every day, as soon as she's home.

Home, there's an odd thought. Open the TARDIS doors and slog her stuff on the floor and run towards the Doctor to give him a hug, tell him about her day. Yes, that's gum in my hair - you should see the other guy. It's a nice routine. Less lonely, to have this to come back to instead of an empty flat.

It's really not that much different than what they did before. It's just that now they're...in the same space. There's an extra weight to things that she can't quite define. She can feel his eyes at her back when she says goodnight and heads off to her room.

***

Today is particularly terrible. Difficult students bouncing off the walls. The ringleader roping everyone else in until there's utter chaos. It's worse than that time she and the Doctor were on that sand planet and had to deal with the crabs or the lobsters or the - Clara can't really remember now, she's just seeing red. Just so eager to get home and be done with this.

A cave with troglobites makes for a remarkably effective stress cure. Especially with the Doctor at her side, nattering on about the different species they're seeing. "Oh, and this one, Clara, is particularly rare." She smirks at him and he recedes into himself. Just like the bright purple troglobite she just made the mistake of poking with a stray elbow.

That night, though, she's surprised at how she can't sleep. Clara supposes that she's still too wired from the day. Voice hoarse from yelling at her students, even the nice ones who were really just at the wrong place at the wrong time. And tomorrow she has to face it all again. She curls up, thumps her pillow, counts to twenty and back down again. It's no use.

結果 (中文) 1:

她的 tardis 的房间并不像她在她的公寓的房间。相反，它是近似的他-什么船-认为她会喜欢。在梳妆台上的三个镜像。她不是肯定的如果这意味着要安慰或一种侮辱。他有时两者皆有可能。第一周左右后，她搬了进来，半-预计她打开她的门上一片空白。隐约的不安，想当他们不去旅游，或她是在煤山时，他们只是......漂浮在太空。她被放心恒定的白噪声的 TARDIS 发动机的嗡嗡声。和他的存在，在远处的某个地方。他工作吗?她有时可以听到音乐。医生不会睡着，她知道那么多。同时，他还是她下车，她的工作，和他们还一起去冒险。周三变得每隔一天成为每一天，只要她已经回家。家，是一个古怪的想法。打开 TARDIS 门和地板上猛击她的东西，奔向医生要给他一个拥抱，告诉他她一天。是的这就是我的头发胶-你应该看看另一个家伙。它是一个很好的例程。不那么寂寞了，才有此一回来而不是空的平面。它真的不是他们以前所做太大的不同。只是现在他们在相同的空间...。还有额外的重量，她相当不能定义的东西。当她说晚安，头到她的房间，她可以在她背部感到他的眼睛。***Today is particularly terrible. Difficult students bouncing off the walls. The ringleader roping everyone else in until there's utter chaos. It's worse than that time she and the Doctor were on that sand planet and had to deal with the crabs or the lobsters or the - Clara can't really remember now, she's just seeing red. Just so eager to get home and be done with this.A cave with troglobites makes for a remarkably effective stress cure. Especially with the Doctor at her side, nattering on about the different species they're seeing. "Oh, and this one, Clara, is particularly rare." She smirks at him and he recedes into himself. Just like the bright purple troglobite she just made the mistake of poking with a stray elbow.That night, though, she's surprised at how she can't sleep. Clara supposes that she's still too wired from the day. Voice hoarse from yelling at her students, even the nice ones who were really just at the wrong place at the wrong time. And tomorrow she has to face it all again. She curls up, thumps her pillow, counts to twenty and back down again. It's no use.

結果 (中文) 3:

她的房间在Tardis不喜欢她在她的公寓房间。更确切的说，这是一个近似的他-什么船-认为她会喜欢。梳妆台上的三块镜子。她不知道这是否意味着安慰或侮辱。有了他，它有时也会被。在她搬进来后的第一周，她半开着她的房门，打开一个黑色的空。隐约不安，认为当他们不旅行，或她在煤山，他们只是……漂浮在空间。她是由恒白噪声嗡嗡的TARDIS发动机放心。他的存在，在远处的某个地方。他在工作吗？她有时会听到音乐。医生不睡觉，她知道很多。在这同时，他还把她从工作中掉下来，他们还一起去冒险。周三成为每一天变成每一天，当她回家。回家，有一个奇怪的想法。打开门，把她的东西TARDIS地板上跑到医生给他一个拥抱，告诉他关于她的一天。是的，我的头发里有口香糖你应该看看其他人。这是一个很好的例行程序。少了寂寞，要有这个回来代替一个空荡荡的公寓。这真的没有那么大的不同比他们以前做的。现在是他们在同一个空间里。有一个额外的重量，她不能很明确。她能感觉到他的眼睛在她回来时，她说了晚安，去她的房间。* * * *今天特别可怕。困难学生从墙上跳下来。头目拉拢其他人直到有极度的混乱。它比那时候她和医生都在沙滩的星球和不得不应对的螃蟹或龙虾或克拉拉真的不记得现在，更糟糕的是，她只是看到红色。只是那么渴望回家，并与此。与troglobites洞穴是一个非常有效的压力治疗。尤其是在她身边的医生，着唠叨他们看到不同的物种。”哦，这一次，克拉拉，尤其是罕见的。”她笑他，他陷入了自己。就像明亮的紫色洞穴她只是犯了个错误，用手肘捅。然而，那天晚上，她很惊讶她怎么也睡不着觉。克拉拉认为她还是太有线从天。声音嘶哑的声音嘶哑的学生，甚至那些在错误的时间，在错误的地方真的很好的人。明天她必须再次面对这一切。她蜷缩起来，撞击她的枕头，数到二十，再次回落。这是没有用的。