He didn't want to be here, he was o

He didn't want to be here, he was only here because Clara's tear filled eyes had extracted a promise that he would and although he would often lie the Doctor was not a man to break his word once he had given it. That didn't mean he had to cooperate, in fact Dr John Smith was determined to do the exact opposite. He was here as he promised; he would sit here for the allotted half an hour session that Clara had blackmailed him into with those large brown eyes of hers.

He wouldn't submit himself to questions; if necessary he would sit here in stony silence.

Then he would go home, he would allow Clara to nag him into eating something and he would smile and pretend that he had found it useful. Then he would vanish into his study to get some writing done and Clara would know he was lying. He hadn't written a word in months. Yet the study meant sanctuary. It meant shutting out the world and avoiding that disappointed look in Clara's eyes as he brushed aside her hand on his sleeve and told her to go to bed without him.

Tapping his fingers against the polished wooden arms of the armchair he was currently occupying John glanced down at the antique Rolex currently decorating his wrist. It was one of a large selection of timepieces had had collected over the years, each one purchased after a momentous occasion in his life.

This one had been picked up during that trip to New York after his third book had topped the bestseller list…another life…another man…or at least that was how he felt most days.

Yet now it's only purpose was to remind him how far the mighty had fallen, oh and to highlight that his new therapist was late, almost three minutes…three minutes that he had better not being charged for. Still it was difficult not to feel conflicted, he hated being made to wait, yet every second this Doctor Saxon took to arrive was one less second he had to spend under the microscope.

Finally the door opened and John's scowl only deepened as in walked a slender brunette with a model's cheekbones, sashaying into the room in ridiculous heels before setting down a sheaf of folders on the large mahogany desk.

"I'm sorry we are a little short-handed around here today one of the secretaries has gone down with the flu…have you been offered a coffee?" The surprisingly familiar lilt of a Scottish accent had John take a second look, and then a third as very blue eyes met his gaze with quiet confidence.

"No." John grunted dismissively, dropping his gaze and flicking a piece of lint from the cuff of his suit jacket. "But if it isn't too much trouble." He doubted this woman had been hired for her coffee making skills and his already low opinion of the absent Dr Saxon fell further.

Yet that didn't stop him from surreptitiously admiring the view as she leant over the desk and pushed the button on the intercom. It really was a nice skirt…fitted…and John pushed aside the fluttering of guilt that even by noticing such a thing he was betraying Clara. The girl who had impossibly stuck by him after everything that he had put her through over the last year, a person he still loved deeply, yet it just wasn't the same as it had been…

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他不想待在这里，他只在这里是因为克拉拉的眼泪填满眼睛提取了一个承诺，他会虽然他不会常常撒谎医生不是一个人要食言，一旦他给它。这并不意味着他不得不进行合作，在约翰 · 史密斯博士决心要做完全相反的事实。他在这儿照他所应许的;他会坐在这里为分配克拉拉曾勒索他到她的那些大的棕色的眼睛的半小时的会议。他不会提交自己的问题;如果有必要他会坐在这里在冰冷的沉默。然后他会回家，他会允许克拉拉唠叨他到吃的东西，他会微笑，假装，他发现它有用。然后他就会消失到书房去做一些写作和克拉拉会知道他在说谎。他没有一个字写在几个月。然而这项研究意味着圣所。这意味着闭关锁国和避免克拉拉的那失望的眼神，他拨开她的手在他的袖子上，告诉她去床上没有他。对抛光木制武器的扶手椅上，目前他被他用手指敲占领约翰瞥了古董劳力士目前装饰他的手腕。它是一个大型钟表选择了收集多年来，每一个购买后在他生活中重要的时刻。这一被捡起在那次旅行到纽约后他的第三本书了榜首畅销书...另一种生活......另一个男人......或至少那是他的感受多数天。然而现在它的唯一目的是要提醒他多远勇士下落了，哦，突出他新的治疗师已经晚了，几乎三分钟...他有更好的三分钟没有被指控为。那还是不难感到矛盾，他讨厌被迫等待，这医生撒克逊才到达每一秒却一少第二次他不得不花在显微镜下。最后门开了，约翰的怒容只作为中深化走纤细的黑发女郎，模型的颧骨，进房间，荒谬的高跟鞋独木桥前落一捆大的红木办公桌上的文件夹。"对不起，我们是有点缺人手周围这里今天一个秘书已经患上了流感...有你会得到一杯咖啡吗?"熟悉得惊人轻快的苏格兰口音让约翰随遇而安，再看一眼，然后第三个很蓝眼睛安静信心会见了他的目光。"号"约翰哼了一声轻蔑，除去他的目光和甩动一块从他的西装外套袖口皮棉。但如果它不是太多的麻烦。他怀疑这个女人在被雇用她的咖啡制作技艺和缺席博士撒克逊人他已经很低的意见进一步下跌。Yet that didn't stop him from surreptitiously admiring the view as she leant over the desk and pushed the button on the intercom. It really was a nice skirt…fitted…and John pushed aside the fluttering of guilt that even by noticing such a thing he was betraying Clara. The girl who had impossibly stuck by him after everything that he had put her through over the last year, a person he still loved deeply, yet it just wasn't the same as it had been…