{"id":133113,"date":"2015-10-05T16:19:11","date_gmt":"2015-10-05T16:19:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/10\/05\/helloteeceeblog-hold-on-hold-on-bannerman\/"},"modified":"2018-09-05T06:25:51","modified_gmt":"2018-09-05T06:25:51","slug":"helloteeceeblog-hold-on-hold-on-bannerman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/10\/05\/helloteeceeblog-hold-on-hold-on-bannerman\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-133113 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/10\/05\/helloteeceeblog-hold-on-hold-on-bannerman\/attachment\/133114\/'><img width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/tumblr_nvpy70xOKj1sdp3yso1_540-150x150.gif\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/tumblr_nvpy70xOKj1sdp3yso1_540-150x150.gif 150w, https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/tumblr_nvpy70xOKj1sdp3yso1_540-100x100.gif 100w\" sizes=\"100vw\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/helloteeceeblog.tumblr.com\/post\/130510253297\" target=\"_blank\">helloteeceeblog<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>\u201cHold on, hold on. \u2018Bannerman Road?\u2019 You\u2019ve just taken us to contemporary Earth, haven\u2019t you? Contemporary for me, I mean.\u201d Clara squinted. \u201cAre we just in Ealing? You promised me an adventure.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor\u2019s glance back at her was perfunctory at best. \u201cThe adventure\u2019s been delayed. I need to check in on a friend. Her robot dog is on the blink. You can wait in the TARDIS if you want, or\u2026\u201d He waved a hand, vaguely. \u201cFind a shop to loiter in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara scowled. \u201cNo, I\u2019m coming. You never take me to meet your friends.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ve met Missy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou never take me to meet the friends that don\u2019t try to trick you into killing me. You do have friends like that, right? It\u2019s not just a long string of murderous sociopaths throughout time and space?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor paused a little too long. \u201cI\u2019m fairly confident it isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Jane Smith seemed reassuringly ordinary, a woman of ambiguous maturity (Clara was pretty sure she was older than she looked, which might mean anything from decades to millennia, knowing the Doctor), living in a house in greater London with her daughter who, as Sarah Jane proudly informed them both, was called Sky. Sky looked about sixteen but Clara would come to have the impression, from the way Sarah Jane and Sky both danced around the issue, that this was not her chronological age. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoctor!\u201d Sarah Jane called out as soon as she saw them. She put her hands on her hips in a maternal sort of way. \u201cAnd how many faces has this been in the last five years alone? It\u2019s the third I\u2019ve seen. You need to be taking better care of yourself. I like this one, though; it\u2019s like the one you had when we met. And who\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cClara Oswald,\u201d said Clara. She put out a hand. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cClara. That\u2019s a lovely name. How did you meet the Doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe was in a Dalek,\u201d said the Doctor.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s not how we met,\u201d said Clara. \u201cThat was just last week.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t mean this you, I meant Dalek you. Wait. Did I even tell you that story?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo,\u201d said Clara. \u201cNo, you did not. You\u2019ve been frustratingly vague about how many versions of me you met before you met the real me. I know about the Victorian one, and the one who fought in the Russian revolution, and the crime lord in a decaying city full of masked vigilantes, and the one who lived in a Remote colony in the far future, and I know about the one who married your friend Charlotte Pollard, but you did not tell me about a version of myself who was a Dalek.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMm. Boring story, really. Amy and Rory divorced for no reason and reunited ten minutes later. I don\u2019t understand your human relationships.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Jane nodded politely. Clara gave her a helpless shrug. \u201cI don\u2019t know who he\u2019s talking about either.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Jane gave them both a fond smile. \u201cThat\u2019s the Doctor, for you, always name-dropping historic figures, obscure figures from Venusian culture, and what not. I\u2019ve learned to filter out at least half of what he says.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sky looked up from her phone. \u201cI think he means the writer, Amelia Williams. Her husband was called Rory.\u201d She went back to playing her mobile game. <\/p>\n<p>Clara stared at the Doctor. \u201cYou did not tell me you knew Amelia Williams. You know I love Amelia Williams. Why did you not tell me you knew Amelia Williams? Wait, I met her as a Dalek? Oh, God, I\u2019m getting second-hand embarrassment because I met Amelia Williams as a Dalek. Is it second-hand embarrassment when she\u2019s an echo of you? I didn\u2019t try to exterminate her, did I? Can you take me to meet Amelia Williams?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor looked uncomfortable. Sarah Jane interpreted his look and intervened. \u201cSometimes it\u2019s best not to, love.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara looked crestfallen, but changed the subject. \u201cHow did you meet the Doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Jane laughed. \u201cI stowed away in the TARDIS. I was pretending to be my aunt. We got along famously, but being hypnotized every week got old. He dropped me off in Aberdeen, of all places, and I didn\u2019t see him again for twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara sighed. \u201cI assume you weren\u2019t living in Aberdeen?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI wasn\u2019t even living in that decade. I was from 1980, and he dropped me off in 1976. It was\u2026 something of a head start for my career, I suppose, or it would have been if it weren\u2019t for all of the witch cults getting in the way. I saw the Doctor next in 1996, when he left his friend Sam Jones at my flat to live with me for a year.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara gave the Doctor an appalled glare. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou were never from 1980,\u201d said the Doctor. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think I know what year I was from,\u201d said Sarah Jane. \u201cI\u2019m sure I told you several times.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI met you in the UNIT years. That was the 1970s.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was the 1980s. Some of us keep track of what decade they live in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow could it have been the 1980s? The Brigadier retired in 1976.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Jane opened and shut her mouth, silently. \u201cI guess\u2026 he did? Oh, Doctor, I know this is your fault, somehow.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara nodded. \u201cThis is clearly your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt wasn\u2019t me. It was Borusa\u2019s time scoop. It\u2019s a violent, primitive form of time travel dating back to the Dark Times. The Time Lords put history back together badly afterwards. I blame Narvin.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, you would blame someone else,\u201d said Sarah Jane. \u201cThe Time Lords didn\u2019t make you drop me off in Aberdeen.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey did, actually. They summoned me; I couldn\u2019t bring you with me to Gallifrey, then. It was a xenophobic time, just before Greyjan the Sane\u2019s administration. They would have erased your memory, all of our time together. I\u2019ve\u2026 seen it happen before.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t need you to bring me to Gallifrey, Doctor. I didn\u2019t need you to leave me in Scotland, either.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor blinked. \u201cAberdeen\u2019s in Scotland?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI keep telling you that Aberdeen\u2019s in Scotland!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara looked at the Doctor. \u201cHow can you not know Aberdeen\u2019s in Scotland?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not actually Scottish, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know that. Of course I know that. But you said you went to university in Scotland.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn Edinburgh. I studied medicine under Joseph Lister. Is that near Aberdeen?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara sighed. \u201cNot really. Look, this conversation is going downhill and I\u2019m going to make you a notecard, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor gave her a long-suffering look. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara pulled a neat white rectangle from her bag and penned \u2018IT WAS MY FAULT, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU DIDN\u2019T LIVE IN ABERDEEN.\u2019 \u201cI\u2019m just going to show this to you whenever we meet with Sarah Jane in the future, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Jane looked delighted. \u201cWe\u2019ll have tea sometime. I\u2019ll introduce you to Sam, and Jo, and Luke, and Rani, and Clyde.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clara grinned. \u201cSounds like a date.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>helloteeceeblog: \u201cHold on, hold on. \u2018Bannerman Road?\u2019 You\u2019ve just taken us to contemporary Earth, haven\u2019t you? Contemporary for me, I mean.\u201d Clara squinted. \u201cAre we just in Ealing? You promised me an adventure.\u201d The Doctor\u2019s glance back at her was perfunctory at best. \u201cThe adventure\u2019s been delayed. 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