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Author's Note: Here's the second part of Tooth and Claw with Clara in the mix! Enjoy you guys, I know I am! :D
With Clara inside of the carriage, the Doctor and Rose trailed along behind everyone. Rose was still amazed they met the actual Queen Victoria. Though she had traveled with the Doctor for a while, it still amazed her when they met people from history.
"It's funny though." Rose said, starting a conversation with the Doctor. "'Cos when you say 'assassination' and you just think of Kennedy and stuff. Not her."
"1879 – she had…oo…six attempts on her life? And I'll tell you something else: we just met Queen Victoria!" The Doctor grinned in the blonde's direction.
"I know!" Rose squealed excitedly, nudging him in the side.
His grin widened. "What a laugh!"
"She was just sitting there!"
"I want her to say." Rose put on an affected upper-class accent. "'We are not amused'. I bet you five quid I can make her say it."
The Doctor shook his head. "Well, if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privileges of a traveler in time."
Rose paused for a moment. "Ten quid?" she offered again.
This time, he didn't hesitate. "Done."
The blonde giggled, then she glanced at the carriage. "I wonder what they're talking about in there."
The Doctor figured who she was talking about. "No clue." He really didn't. They could be talking about anything…but it was rather strange Queen Victoria asked Clara to share her carriage. The Queen wouldn't do that with just anyone. So why Clara? Just another question to add to the box that the Doctor had about the mystery that was Clara Oswald.
Inside the carriage…
Clara sat there in awkward silence with Queen Victoria sitting right beside her. She didn't know what to say. I mean, what did one say to the current Queen of the United Kingdom?
The queen cleared her throat, breaking Clara's thoughts. "You know, I've always enjoyed riding in carriages, gives you time to think, don't you agree?"
Clara nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, it does. I've had a lot on my mind lately…" The smile fell and she looked away from Queen Victoria as her mind went to her father, wondering how he was doing." She felt the queen's eyes on her and she forced herself to look at her, bringing the smile back on her face. "Don't you ever get bored of traveling?" She tried to change the subject.
"Sometimes, but it's nice to get away, at least for a little while."
She nodded again. There was silence again. It didn't last long as Queen Victoria spoke.
"Miss Oswald, do you have any family?"
Clara was taken aback by the question because it was as if the queen had read her mind. She shook her head to shake out of it.
"Yes, just my father…"
"Oh? And what of your mother?"
Her eyes down casted at the question. "Oh…she passed away a couple months ago…"
"Oh…I'm so sorry about that…" The queen's voice was sympathetic. "That must be difficult…your how old?
Clara still felt fifteen, but knew from what year she came from that she was technically sixteen. "Sixteen." She answered softly.
"Oh…" Queen Victoria said sadly. "So young…" Clara said nothing as the queen continued, "To lose your mother so young, I can't imagine."
"Yeah…" Clara mumbled, her eyes starting to tear up. Something the queen noticed.
"Don't cry, child." Queen Victoria said softly, tilting Clara's head up to meet her gaze. "It's going to be alright…I know that's hard to believe…but everything turns out alright in the end." She wiped away her tears and Clara gave her a watery smile.
"Thank you, your majesty." The brunette whispered.
Queen Victoria gave her a smile. "Of course, my dear." She removed her hand and gave Clara's a squeeze before letting go. "So, how long have you've known Doctor McGrimmon?"
"Not for very long…" Clara didn't expect that question but she answered it and went on with it, coming up with a lie. "But he's a good man, even though I haven't known him for that long."
Queen Victoria just nodded, not asking anything more. It was hard to tell what the queen was thinking now but Clara didn't bother asking. She didn't have time to ask anyway because the carriage came to a stop.
The carriage door opened and one of the footman soldiers helped Queen Victoria down. Surprisingly, he helped Clara down and Clara rejoined the Doctor and Rose. The Time Lord glanced over at her.
"How was the ride?" he asked.
"Interesting…" Was all Clara said…what else could she say about it? Luckily, he didn't ask anything else, which Clara was happy about. She didn't want to talk about it.
A well-dressed man emerged from a doorway and approached Queen Victoria, a bald man behind him. Clara stared at him. Seconds later, he caught her gaze and she shivered, stepping back a little. His stare rubbed her the wrong way. Thankfully his gaze moved away from her and Clara's body relaxed.
"Sir Robert." Queen Victoria greeted the well-dressed man regally, now known as Sir Robert, the owner of the house. "My apologizes for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?"
"She's…" Sir Robert hesitated a bit. "Indisposed, I'm – afraid she's gone to Edinburgh for the season. And she's taken the cook with her – the kitchens are barely stocked…I wouldn't blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on."
"Oh, not at all!" Queen Victoria said cheerfully. "I've had quite enough carriage exercise. And this is…charming. If rustic. It's my first visit to this house. My late husband spoke of it often. The Torchwood Estate. Now, shall we go inside?" Sir Robert looked reluctant, but the Queen didn't notice. "And please excuse the naked girl."
Rose smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
"She's a feral child." The Doctor explained, still in his Scottish accent. "I bought her for sixpence in Old London Town, it was her or the Elephant Man, so…"
"Thinks he's funny, but I'm so not amused." Rose looked pointedly at Queen Victoria as Clara stared at her confused, wondering why the blonde was looking at the Queen like that. "What do you think, ma'am?"
Queen Victoria stared at her blankly. "It hardly matters. Shall we proceed?" The question was directed towards Sir Robert, who nodded, and they began to make their way inside. "Come along, Ms. Oswald."
Clara looked after her in surprise, but moved along to follow. She couldn't say no to the Queen after all.
Once inside, she followed beside Queen Victoria as she looked around the house, amazed. The inside was even bigger than the outside. Clara heard the queen laugh softly and she looked over at her. Since they were the same height, their gazes instantly met.
The queen saw her confused look. "I'm terribly sorry, I was just thinking about how much you remind me of myself at your age."
Clara took that as a compliment and smiled warmly. "Thank you, ma'am."
Queen Victoria gave her a warm smile in response as she reached over and squeezed her hand for a moment before releasing it. Sir Robert led them to the observatory, followed by Rose, the Doctor, the bald man who was with Sir Robert, and two of the household staff. The first thing to catch Clara's eyes was the enormous telescope in the middle of the room.
"This, I take it, is the famous Endeavour." Queen Victoria said, gesturing to the telescope.
Sir Robert nodded. "All my father's work. Built by hand in his final years. Became something of an obsession – he spent his money on this rather than caring for the house himself."
The Doctor smiled widely. "I wish I'd met him, I like him." He said. "That thing's beautiful – can I?" He gestured towards the telescope.
"Help yourself." Sir Robert informed him, nodding.
With that, he and Rose moved to examine the telescope and the wheel next to it. Clara decided to look too, curious about the Endeavour.
"What did he model it on?" The Doctor asked.
"I know nothing about it." Sir Robert answered. "To be honest, most of us thought him a little…shall we say, eccentric?" The Doctor let out a dopey laugh at this as Clara glanced at him, biting back a smile. "I wish now I'd spent more time with him. And listened to his stories." He glanced at the Queen.
"It's a bit rubbish." The Doctor frowned, peering through it. Rose turned as she grinned. "How many prisms has it got? The magnification's gone right over the top, that's stupid—"
Clara interrupted him by stomping on his foot and he winced. "Oy, don't be rude." She scolded slightly.
"Am I being rude, again?" The Doctor asked Rose quietly, wanting confirmation.
"But it's pretty!" he backed up quickly. "It's very…pretty."
Rose patted him fondly on the arm as Clara shook her head.
"And the imagination of it should be applauded." Queen Victoria said with a smile.
"Mm! Thought you might disapprove, Your Majesty." Rose told her. "Isn't that a bit fanciful?" the queen just stared at her and Clara couldn't help but stare too. What was Rose trying to do? "You could easily…not be amused or something…? No…?"
"This device surveys the infinite work of God."
The Doctor shook his head at Rose with a vague smile on his face. Clara was letting it go, but decided to ask now.
"What is that about?" she asked lowly to him.
"She thinks she can get the queen to say, 'we are not amused.'" The Doctor explained. "We have a bet."
Clara nodded slowly, but she couldn't help the smile on her face. "And here I thought bets were beneath you." She teased him, looking up at him.
"Weell, they are, but why not? She won't get her to say it." The Doctor responded, amused.
"Right." Their conversation was cut by Queen Victoria speaking again.
"What could be finer? Sir Robert's father was an example to us all. A polymath. Steeped in astronomy and sciences, yet equally versed in folklore and fairytales."
"Stars and magic." The Doctor mused with a smile. "I like him more and more." He wandered around the telescope to examine it some more.
Queen Victoria smiled too. "Oh, my late husband enjoyed his company." She glanced over at Rose and Clara and said to them, "Prince Albert himself was acquainted with many rural superstitions, coming as he did from Saxe Coburg."
"That's Bavaria." The Doctor whispered in Rose's ear.
The queen turned to Sir Robert. "When Albert was told about your local wolf, he was transported."
This caught the Doctor's interest. "So, what's this wolf, then?"
"It's just a story." Sir Robert tried to brush it off.
"Then tell it."
Sir Robert looked visibly uncomfortable. It was hard not to notice. Clara frowned to herself. Sir Robert cleared his throat.
"It's said that…" He was cut off by Father Angelo.
"Excuse me, sir." He said. "Perhaps her Majesty's party could repair to their rooms. It's almost dark."
"Of course. Yes, of course."
Queen Victoria nodded in agreement. "And then supper. And…could we find some clothes for Miss Tyler? I'm tired of nakedness."
"It's not very amusing, is it?" Rose asked pointedly.
The queen decided to just ignore the comment as the Doctor muttered something to Rose and she poked him in the chest. Clara didn't hear what he said but again, she felt like a third wheel. She ignored the feeling, trying to force it away.
"Sir Robert, your wife must've left some clothes." Queen Victoria said. "See to it." He nodded. "We shall dine at seven. And talk some more of this wolf. After all…it is a full moon tonight."
Clara ended up going with Rose, just to find some shoes. She managed to find some that weren't heels surprisingly. After getting her shoes, Clara went into the dining room, joining the Doctor, Captain Reynolds, Queen Victoria, and Sir Robert around the table. She settled in the seat next to the Doctor.
He smiled at her warmly.
"Rose still getting changed?"
Clara gave a nod. "Yeah." At least she thought so. One of the staff members sent her to another room.
Since Queen Victoria was busy conversing with Sir Robert and Captain Reynolds, the Doctor decided to ask her more about what happened in her carriage ride with Queen Victoria.
"What did you guys talk about?" he asked.
Clara knew what he meant and she shrugged. "Nothing really." She didn't know why it mattered. I mean, she guessed it was a little strange that Queen Victoria herself wanted her, someone who the queen didn't even know, to ride in her carriage with Clara. Maybe it had something do with the fact Queen Victoria thought she reminded her of herself, but who knows really.
"Why do you want to know?" Clara asked a question herself.
"Curiosity." He replied simply, and didn't say anything else on the subject.
Father Angelo came into the room. "Your companion begs and apology, Doctor." He said. "Her clothing has somewhat delayed her."
"Oh, that's alright." The Doctor brushed it off. "Save her a wee bit of ham."
"The feral child could probably eat it raw."
Clara and the Doctor didn't know if that was a joke or not so they didn't laugh, but Captain Reynolds sure did.
"Very wise, ma'am!" He laughed, a little too obnoxiously. "Very witty!"
Queen Victoria stared at him appraisingly. "Slightly witty, perhaps. I know you rarely get the chance to dine with me, Captain, but don't get too excited…I shall contain my wit in case I do you no further injury."
"Yes, ma'am." Captain Reynolds said meekly as Clara stifled a giggle. The Doctor noticed and forced back a smile. "Sorry ma'am."
The Doctor changed the subject. "Besides, we're all waiting on Sir Robert! Come, Sir! You promised us a tale of nightmares."
"Indeed." Queen Victoria smiled. "Since my husband's death, I find myself with more of a taste for supernatural fiction."
"You must miss him." The Doctor said softly.
She looked over at the Doctor. "Very much." The queen seemed to be lost in thought, very sad.
Clara knew the look all too well as she smiled sadly, finding herself thinking of her mum.
"Oh completely." Queen Victoria mumbled. Her eyes met Clara and the Doctor's. "And that's the charm of a ghost story, isn't it? Not the scares and chills, that's just for the children, but the hope of some contact with the great beyond." The Doctor stared at her intensely as Clara thought about what the queen was saying and about how sadly true it was. "We all want messages from that place…it's the Creator's greatest mystery that we are allowed no such consolation. The dead stay silent. And we must wait…" She shrugged herself out of it.
Clara was still lost in thought about it. She wished she could talk to her mum again…just to tell her that she missed her… Clara didn't get the chance to before she died. She was hanging out with her friend Nina when she had gotten the call that her mum died. It was one of the reasons why she took her mother's death so hard…that she wasn't there to her once more before she passed away. Clara felt tears slip down her cheeks but she quickly wiped them, not wanting to be caught crying. Luckily, no one noticed. Clara rubbed her eyes before glancing over at the Doctor.
He was looking down at the table with a solemn look on his face. He looked so sad. It reminded her of how his eyes looked this morning…when she had mentioned the Time War.
"Come!" Queen Victoria said, snapping the Doctor out of whatever he was thinking about. "Begin your tale, Sir Robert. There's a chill in the air. The wind is howling through the eaves. Tell us of monsters!"
"This story goes back three hundred year." Sir Robert started. "Every full moon, the howling rings through the valley. The next morning livestock is found ripped apart…and devoured."
Clara shivered in disgust at the thought.
Captain Reynolds leaned back in his seat comfortably as he sipped his wine, laughing. "Tales like this just disguise the work of thieves." He said, amused. "Steal a sheep and blame a wolf." The queen glanced at him, mildly irritated.
Sir Robert ignored him. "But sometimes a child goes missing. Once in a generation. A boy will vanish from his homestead."
The Doctor leaned forward, even more intrigued by the story. "Are there descriptions of the creature?"
"Oh yes, Doctor. Drawings and woodcarvings. And it's not merely a wolf. It's more than that. It's a man that becomes a wolf."
Clara knew what that meant and her eyes went wide. "Wait, are you talking about a werewolf? An actual, proper werewolf?" At Sir Robert's nod, she whispered. "Oh my stars."
The Doctor chuckled softly, amused at Clara's awe.
"My Father didn't treat it as a story. He said it was fact. He even claimed to have communed with the beast – to have learned its purpose." No one noticed that Father Angelo wasn't paying attention now, something catching his eye outside the window. "I should have listened." Sir Robert's voice was filled with regret as he glanced at Father Angelo.
The Doctor chuckled softly, amused at Clara's awe.
"My Father didn't treat it as a story. He said it was fact. He even claimed to have communed with the beast – to have learned its purpose." No one noticed that Father Angelo wasn't paying attention now, something catching his eye outside the window. "I should have listened." Sir Robert's voice was filled with regret as he glanced at Father Angelo. Then he went on quickly. "His work was hindered – he made enemies. There's Monastery in the Glen of Saint Mary. The Brethren opposed my father's investigations.'
"Perhaps they thought his work ungodly."
"That's what I thought. But I wonder…what if they had a different reason for wanting the story kept quiet. What if they turned from God and worshipped the wolf."
"And what if they were with us right now." The Doctor stated lowly, slowly standing up.
Clara looked at him, startled. "What…what are you talking about?"
The Doctor said nothing. If he was saying what she thought he was saying…this was not good. Clara shot up from her seat as did everyone else as Father Angelo continued to chant over and over. It was in an accent Clara recognized but didn't understand.
Chaos filled the room.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Queen Elizabeth demanded as Captain Reynolds pointed a gun at Sir Robert.
"Explain yourself, Sir Robert!"
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, they've got my wife." Sir Robert apologized.
"Rose! Where's Rose?! Where is she?!" The Doctor shouted angrily, losing his Scottish accent in his concern. Father Angelo ignored him and carried on chanting. "Clara, come on!" He grabbed a hold of her hand, snapping herself out of her shock. "You too, Sir Robert!"
With that, they all took running.
Tooth and Claw, Part 3...
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