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Ship: Amy/Clara | Fandom: Doctor Who | Prompt: By the fire

“I could have sworn it was just around this corner,” Clara said, for the third time, as she and Amy rounded yet another corner in the maze-like interior of the TARDIS. There was apparently a room with a fireplace that Clara insisted they try to find, but so far they had found the pool (which was not located in the library), some sort of very frightening looking room with lots of breakable-looking glass equipment and glowing bits hanging in mid air, and a door that opened into utter blackness (they did not enter that room). 

“Whatever you say,” Amy replied. The layout of the ship had changed completely from her day. (Her day. Funny to think of that as something from the past, funny to try to think of her life as time moving along in a straight line.) She didn’t remember any fireplace room at all. 

Amy took a sip of her cocoa as they stopped, wincing slightly at how strongly Clara had spiked it. And she had thought the first mug was strong. This girl knew how to party: Amy wasn’t regretting joining her on this little foray, as strange as it was to see a different TARDIS with no Doctor running around like a madman. She wondered what year it was for him, if he knew her yet or not. Probably, because Clara seemed to know her. She wondered if she would recognize him if she saw him, or if he had a new face. 

“I think the cocoa is going to get cold before we get there, at this rate,” Amy teased, dragging her mind back to the present. 

“Damn,” Clara replied, sipping from her own mug. “Ooo, made that a bit strong.” She grinned at Amy. “Okay, I’m certain it’s just…this way.” She led them down another corridor, around a bend and up a set of stairs. Clara stopped and placed one hand on her hip, smiling proudly at a door that looked like every other door they had tried that evening. Or morning. Whatever.

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