The ringing in his ears made it difficult to hear Peter, but then the boy came into his line of vision as he was helped up. It took just about everything he had to keep from wrapping Peter in a tight hold again and never letting him go this time.
He finally acknowledged Clara after a moment, not caring that it was rude he hadn't helped her up off the floor. "If that was just from it launching, will it be that bad or worse when we land?"
Before Clara has the chance to answer, the TARDIS lurches again but this time, Peter was sort of ready for it, he made sure stay upright and held onto Tony's arm so he wouldn't fall over again-he'd help Clara but Tony was the one with a stab wound. "You okay, Mr Stark? I mean-I know I just asked that but that was before the second jolt so uh..."
"Guess so." Clara stated, having steadied herself on the wall. "He could've at least warned us he was going to move the TARDIS." She grumbled and headed further into the kitchen. Somehow, miraculously, nothing in the overstocked kitchen had fallen over. Clara gestured to what looked like a very old cabinet.
"Booze is in there-The Doctor doesn't really like alcohol-and can you imagine him drunk? But he has a friend he sees sometimes that does drink so he keeps it on hand."
It was a little embarrassing having himself be tossed around so easily by the ship, he was grateful Peter was there to steady him that second time. Well, he was grateful Peter was there for all sorts of reasons other than that too.
"Yeah, thanks kid." He gave the young man a reassuring smile and patted his arm. He stayed close as they continued into the kitchen just in case. He goes for the cabinet and pulled out one bottle with amber colored liquid inside. He picked up one of the glasses and filled it with several shorts worth. "So this Doctor fellow.. who is he really? What is he doing? You said he goes around saving universes. How does he do that?"
Peter gently lets Tony go as he moves for the liquor and once he's sure he won't just fall over. Peter just offers a small grin and tiny salute to his mentor before moving off to help Clara with whatever.
"Well he's... The Doctor." Clara stated after a moment, knowing exactly how unhelpful that sounded. "He's an alien from another planet called a Timelord-the very last of the Timelords. He lost his planet in a war and now I think he's trying to make up for it by keep all the other planets and universes safe." She filled a tea kettle with water and set it on the stove top.
"Mostly, he just talks. He loves talking-to anybody and anything. And he this way of making you feel like you're the most important person in all of creation-he treats everyone like that."
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He finally acknowledged Clara after a moment, not caring that it was rude he hadn't helped her up off the floor. "If that was just from it launching, will it be that bad or worse when we land?"
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"Guess so." Clara stated, having steadied herself on the wall. "He could've at least warned us he was going to move the TARDIS." She grumbled and headed further into the kitchen. Somehow, miraculously, nothing in the overstocked kitchen had fallen over. Clara gestured to what looked like a very old cabinet.
"Booze is in there-The Doctor doesn't really like alcohol-and can you imagine him drunk? But he has a friend he sees sometimes that does drink so he keeps it on hand."
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"Yeah, thanks kid." He gave the young man a reassuring smile and patted his arm. He stayed close as they continued into the kitchen just in case. He goes for the cabinet and pulled out one bottle with amber colored liquid inside. He picked up one of the glasses and filled it with several shorts worth. "So this Doctor fellow.. who is he really? What is he doing? You said he goes around saving universes. How does he do that?"
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"Well he's... The Doctor." Clara stated after a moment, knowing exactly how unhelpful that sounded. "He's an alien from another planet called a Timelord-the very last of the Timelords. He lost his planet in a war and now I think he's trying to make up for it by keep all the other planets and universes safe." She filled a tea kettle with water and set it on the stove top.
"Mostly, he just talks. He loves talking-to anybody and anything. And he this way of making you feel like you're the most important person in all of creation-he treats everyone like that."