"Don’t look!" he rasped out, a second before a pirate punched him in the stomach again. Two other pirates held him upright and the Doctor leaned heavily on them; his legs couldn’t support him anymore.
After a few more punches, they tossed him to the ground, and he spat blood onto the floor. “Look away. P-Please, just look away.”
"Yeh stowed away!" the captain said, kicking the Doctor’s arm out of the way with his boot. "I ought to have the lot of you executed for it! No one stows away on my ship!"
"We didn’t stow away!" the Doctor choked out. "We materialized here! It was a complete accident—"
The captain gestured to his crew irritatedly, and they responded by kicking the Doctor in his sides. “Yeh can’t accidentally show up on a ship!”
"Yes, we can! Please, just stop!”
"Stop hurting him!" Clara begged; despite the restraints, she tried to reach out toward the Doctor as he lay on the ground. "Let him explain what happened; we can prove it was’t our fault! Let him talk, for heaven’s sake!"
One of the pirates turned around and kicked her. “Shut up!” he ordered, driving her back against the wall. “Shut up or yeh can take a lil’ walk!”
Clara shrank away from his boot, but when he turned around, she kicked him in the shin; the pirate stumbled and fell to his knees, turning to glare at her.
"Listen to what he has to say!" Clara ordered again; one of the pirates slapped her across the face.
"We don’ listen teh stowaways," he growled. "we kill ‘em, that’s what."
'Well, we've got quite a tale,” Clara replied.
"You’re welcome," Brittany replied as she hugged her friend," are you okay?" She asked," I only heard what I told him I heard."
"Thanks again," Clara murmured into her friend’s shoulder."And I’m alright. My phone’s broken, and I don’t want to walk alone right now… I’m fine hanging with you."
The Professor looked up at Clara, and hold her close to him. He was still shaken up from the ordeal that had happened. “I am now. Now that you’re here…”
The Professor lunged back and met Pan’s sword with his. He was fuelled by protecting Clara. And their love. He believed in her. And in it. And, seeing as this was Neverland, he thought it was appropriate. Believing in a place that was about believing. “Oh, I ca protect myself. I believe…” he said, giving a smirk.
"It’s not the swords you have to worry about," Pan assured him, making another assorted amount of moves."I would be more concerned about your physical health — your emotional health, too."He lunged again. "How are your hearts, Time Lord? Still in your body, I presume?"
Clara struggled against her captors before finally managing to bite down on her abductor’s hand. “Your hearts!” Clara screamed. “They’re gonna steal your — Mmmph!” One of them had stuffed a piece of cloth in her mouth and was tying another strip tightly over her mouth.
"Quiet!" A Lost Boy snarled, hitting Clara over the head.
The Professor smiled, and hugged her tightly. “I know.”
He held her close, and began to play with her hair. “I love you too, my little souf…” he said back.
She smiled as he played with her hair; it felt so good to feel him do that.
my heart just melted.
LOOK AT HER SMILE THOOOO
Gotta find this GIF of the Doctor doing the finger. Want to show a like father, like son thing…
I think I’ve seen that gif — it’s Twelve flipping off Robin Hood before they fight — and Twelve uses a spoon!
It’s not a gif, but I think this might be what theprofessorxisin might be referring to.
Not that one.
"I am the fucking Doctor, and I am basically going to flip you off and fight you with a fucking spoon, you arrow-shooting fuck."
“—why do you look so sad, little dove?”
"Not really sad. More… tired, if anything," Clara replied. "It’s just… it’s been a long day. Running from those… Things — the Daleks, yeah? — took a lot out of me."