Aliens But They Take Shit Too Seriously

9:01 Deep Breath // 10:01 The Pilot

WAIT A MINUTE. COMPUTER, ENHANCE.

ENHANCE FURTHER

DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSON. DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSON.

THE PIECES ARE ALL FALLING INTO PLACE

Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack

Her tea is cold and the cat hasn’t been scratched since Heather left for work six hours ago, but forty-seven student papers are graded and ready to be sent back to the despairing arms of their creators. She checks them over one more time and takes a deep breath. “Sending in three…two…one…and done!” Bill slams the button with more force than a casual observer might think warranted, then startles out of her chair as a wispy figure materializes behind her.

“Heather! Thought you had work all day today.”

“Yes, but every writer has her process. You know me…I can’t stay in one place too long. Unless,” Heather adds, shaking her curls, “my wife is in that place.”

Bill chuckles, tilting her chair back to look Heather in the face. “Kiss?”

“Always,” Heather says, and bends down. Their lips brush for a moment, greeting and affirmation in one.

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“Nice hat,” Clara said casually, plonking herself down in the only free seat in the courtyard of the library; one that just happened to be beside a blonde-haired woman with a straw boater perched on the back of her head at a jaunty angle. “Come here often?”

The blonde-haired woman looked over and seemed to do a double take. “What in Rassilon’s name are you doing here?” she hissed, looking scandalised by Clara’s mere presence. “The Great Library of Alexandria?! Are you mad?!”

“Are you?” Clara levelled, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. “Because I can assure you, I’m quite sane, but that hat? That hat is not sane.”

“It keeps the sun off,” the stranger said haughtily. “Why are you here?”

“To read the books. Not to cause trouble, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“Now, Doctor, I know-”

“Wait,” Clara frowned. “I’m not… no, you’ve got your wires crossed. I’m not the Doctor, I’m the Teacher.”

The stranger’s face passed through several expressions, before settling on polite embarrassment. “Ah,” she said meekly. “My apologies. I’m Romanadvoratrelundar.”

Pearl Mackie photographed by Benjamin Eagle

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