Clara Oswald is going the long way round (alwaysbeenthere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-12-16 11:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clara oswald, eleventh doctor, jean grey (phoenix), twelfth doctor |
Who: Clara Oswald, Eleventh Doctor, Jean Grey, Twelfth Doctor
What: Arrival of some evil Snowmen and then properly dealing with them
When: 16 December 2015, midday
Where: Creekside High School, Irvine
Warnings: Violence against snowmen. Oops?
Status: Log | Complete
Right then. Orange County was being it’s typical self, with snow and random things happening. (Clara was fairly certain she had seen Rudolph the night before) But that didn’t mean that school was cancelled or anything. No. Last day of classes was the 18th and so going in for instruction was still happening. As it were, Clara had made sure her students were going to be able to enjoy their break so it was a relatively mellow class. Just looking at different holiday traditions throughout the books they did and doing her best not to make references to the prank war she had with Jane Austen in the dreams.
Having been sitting on her desk while letting a discussion go on, Clara blinked as someone pointed to the window.
“What’s that?”
“Looks like… snowmen? But how?”
That was all she needed to hear. Jumping off the desk, the brunette went to the window quickly and cursed under her breath. Right then, spinning around, she focused on her students.
“Alright class. I need you to visualise the snowmen melting.”
“Miss Oswald?”
“Just do it. Also, pull out your mobiles and send that message to your friends as well.”
“That makes no sense. They’re just snowmen.”
This was Orange County yet they…. right. Don’t get annoyed at the students for thinking she was messing with them. They didn’t know that the snowmen would just rematerialise because of the psychic impression.
“Just get away from the windows. Go!”
Well, things just got a lot more interesting.
The snow was kind of a wonder for Jean. She saw plenty of snow in New York and in Boston, but she'd been to the beach a month ago and now it had started snowing in California. Climate change, right?
Her headaches had grown steadily worse, and she'd started to pick up stray thoughts of students. Not on purpose, mind, but they were intrusive at times. And gross at other times.
It was a light day, she'd put on a recording of that Hamilton play (there was a lot to discuss about it but she doubted they'd remember after the break), and just so happened to glance out the window.
"What the hell?"
Climate change was an easy enough explanation for what was happening. The students themselves were used to the snow now, so they thought nothing of it. Just as Jean seemed to look out the window, several text alerts went off.
“It seems the AP English teacher is saying...visualise them melting?”
There were whispers and confusion because what? They were used to the general weirdness of Orange County and the fact that Miss Oswald seemed to have a hand on this sort of thing. But still. That was new.
Jean frowned, looking at her own phone. What was Clara on about? “It might be a new holiday thing.” She paused the recording, her headache seeming to increase. But in her dreams, powers of the mind could be very powerful. And her gut was telling her they needed to play along. “Play along and you’ll get extra credit.”
Bribery. Works wonders.
And since it was Clara, she was also going to the different classes, just to make sure people were listening. So far, no snowmen had gotten into the school. Yet. But she knew that wouldn’t last. The windows were icing up and with the images imprinted on the minds of students? They would just reform when people thought about them.
Psychic snow. Really. Why was that a thing?
At the moment, she wasn’t considering anything else from her dream of being Clara Oswin Oswald. It was easier not to. The important thing was to make sure the students were safe. Which meant visualising the snowmen melting. And then trying to keep the students from thinking about them. She also had her mobile out to make a post to the Doctor. Honestly, she didn’t care which of them responded, she just needed help.
“Snowmen at the school. Some help would be greatly app--”
There was a pause as Clara heard something looked down the hall.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Ice Governess. There was an ice governess.
“The children have been naughty.”
Who weren’t even children really. They were teens. Either way, Clara was making sure they were out of the way of the Ice Governess.
“Appreciated.” Hitting post on her mobile, Clara then ran in the opposite direction of the students, pass Jean’s door to lure the ice woman away.
Jean heard the running, and peered out of the door at Clara, and the strange woman. Her head ached again. She glanced back at the class. “Stay put and think of things melting.” She closed the door behind her and started to run after Clara. “What the hell are those things?” And why did she have a sudden feeling of burning fire and flame.
“Snowmen made of psychic snow.” Because that made sense. But Clara was pretty sure she’d seen Jean on the network, which meant she was less likely to try and come up with something that would make sense to most people. But she was also new. Welcome to Orange County. Oh well. Sometimes you just had to go straight into it, no time to breathe.
“The children have been naughty.”
“Oh get off it!” Yes, she just sassed off an Ice Governess who had a vendetta against her. They needed to get somewhere and away from students. Grabbing Jean’s wrist, the petite brunette dragged her down a corridor and pressed against the wall to let the ice woman pass. Okay. Up. They were going up. Less chance of risking the students if they went that way. Also, it kept her away from the snow, in theory, in case they were trying to do the whole replication of the hybrid of snow and human dna.
Snowmen made of psychic snow? That was a new one. Jean just went with it, because what else could she possibly do right now? “They’re teenagers, if they’re not being naughty they’re not teenaging right.” Jean let herself be dragged. If this was a dream she could… do something. More.
“It mirrors the thoughts of memory. She was created from a dream.” And probably (at least here) came from the school swimming pool as there was no pond to have drowned in. “So to her, the children were naughty even though these aren’t the children she was governess for.” All of which was a lot of information, especially in the current situation. The problem of course was that she didn’t know how the snow was eventually defeated. She’d been dying at the time, had made the Doctor promise to save the world but she’d been dying. Everything from after the fall? That had been him even as he said they had both saved the world.
Well. Doctor Lesson 101, stall for time. Stepping out of the corridor, Clara cleared her throat.
“I’m the new governess and your services are no longer required here. Goodbye.” Good. Her attention was caught. Now… it was grabbing Jean’s hand again and racing up to the roof as she’d gotten them to the stairwell. Right. Explaining as they ran, always fun.
“The snow has a low telepathic field, and mirrors the memories and feelings of people around here. That’s why imagining it melting makes the snowmen vanish so they can’t eat you.” And onto the roof. Okay. That was good. A look over the edge and she winced. “But thinking about them?” And there a snowman formed from the snow on the roof. “That happens. Quick!”
Of course there was one thing Clara had forgotten from the dreams in the chaos. The fact the Ice Governess could materialise and dematerialise almost as wind. Suddenly she felt arms wrap around herself and she yelped. “No let go!” Being pulled backwards, Clara struggled before they fell, only to hold on quite desperately to the edge of the roof.
Troy’s feet had been propped up, crossed over his ankles, sitting back in his big comfy chair with a mechanical device held up in front of him. He was poking around with it with his Sonic Screwdriver when he received the post from Clara. The alert to his phone was quickly noted and the Doctor frowned before quickly dropping the device into the couch adjacent to him and he quickly leaped to his feet.
Snowmen, here? Ah, but of course. It was Orange County, and Clara’s mind was obviously playing with the dreams again. Flipping his screwdriver in hand he quickly made his way towards the door, then looked down and held a finger up, “Oh, right yes… no saving the world in my pants.”
Moments later, the Doctor arrived in far less dramatic fashion than he’d like as a cab slowly rolled up to the front of the school and he stepped out, in flared purple greatcoat, a dark vest worn beneath with a pocket watch situated in the front pockets of his vest, the chain creating a ‘W’ in front of him. Bowtie quickly pulled on and tugged tighter, he began to make his way towards the school at a brisk pace, when he spotted Clara hanging from the roof some distance around.
He frowned and shook his head, placing hands on his hips, “Clara Oswald! Would you stop just hanging about, work is needed to be done!” He shook his head, then noted the Ice Governess and pointed his screwdriver at her, depressing the button and using the anti-freezing adaptation, he caused her to melt before she reached Clara, she’d be back but he bought some time he figured, “On my way up! Don’t go anywhere!”
Moving his way towards the door he spotted three more Snowmen approaching him from the sides and he quickly thought of them melting, amplifying his thought telepathically to melt them as quickly as he could, before stepping inside as they reappeared. He zapped the locks on the door and then quickly began to hunt his way up towards the rooftop, stepping out onto it and smiled with arms held wide, “Ice Governess, Snowmen, and Clara Oswald. Really I just love the holidays, the whole family back together again.”
Duncan was minding his own business trying to figure out things for Christmas. Or not figuring things out really. More he was dreading them because why should he get excited for Christmas when his dreams had rather proved Christmas equated to pain and loss? Nevertheless, he would try and find some amount of Christmas cheer somewhere.
Though when he got Clara’s message, he didn’t need to know anything other than snowmen to jump into action. Because snowmen meant the snowmen. And an Ice Governess must not be far behind. So he leapt up and grabbing his sonic screwdriver, he quickly made his way to Clara’s school, arriving just behind the Eleventh Doctor.
“Why must it be snowmen?” He groaned as ran after the other Doctor. “Really we must tell Clara to stop playing with them. It’s bad for all of our combined healths.” Which was an understatement. But hey, he wasn’t known to be nice and have benevolent opinions. Especially when Clara had been killed by one of these things. And he had no wish to see that happen again. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he lost Clara. And no one wanted this version of the Doctor to get angry beyond reason.
And he would be angry beyond reason if Clara Oswald died.
“Created from a dream.” Jean rubbed her temple. “As if the powers weren’t enough. You must dream of a really strange reality, Clara.” Which would probably be the understatement of the century if only she knew. She raced up the stairs after Clara, glad she’d worn sensible shoes. “Telepathic field, I can understand that.”
Then Clara was wrenched from her and Jean scrambled after her. There was a recollection from her dreams. Fire and life incarnate. Something like a fiery bird’s wings manifested behind Jean as she tried to utilize her as yet weak latent powers. And somewhere, on another plane of existence something felt her call and began the long flight through realities.
She grabbed onto Clara’s wrist, the wings fading as she visualized pushing at the Governness (and hoped and prayed her TK actually worked), “Let go of her you bitch!”
And then the Governess melted away and she saw a peculiarly dressed man. She tried to pull Clara back up. "Friend of yours?"
A beat.
"Friends?"
“You have no idea.” Because there really weren’t words that could accurately describe what her dreams were like. Nor was there time to attempt an explanation between the arrival of the snowmen, then being pulled off the roof and the arrival of both Troy and her dad.
If Clara knew that Troy was saying she created them, she’d smack him so hard he’d regenerate. But as it were, she was a bit busy with the trying to pull herself back up onto the roof. She had absolutely no desire to fall again. It might be a shorter fall than from the cloud the TARDIS had been on, but really. No need to repeat that.
Laughing in relief, maybe excitement because there was something thrilling in this, Clara caught her breath after Jean pulled her up.
“Thanks.” She also heard what Troy said and shook her head some before noticing her dad and Jean’s question. “Yeah.” Though two Doctors. They might actually have a chance. Or they were going to bicker. Clara knew what happened when multiple Doctors showed up, nothing could be agreed upon. “They’ve both dreamt of these things.”
So she turned her attention to them. “So. How do we defeat them. I don’t know what happened and how everything was saved in the dreams.” Since well.. she’d died and it had been the tears of a family crying at Christmas that had melted the snow. Or the Ice Governess being broken beyond repair since the anti-freeze meant she would now know how to not melt.
Troy made his way towards the two women and moved to set his hands on either side of Clara’s face, running them around her hair to make sure she was okay, staring at her intently and then he stepped back, scanning her with the screwdriver, and convinced she was okay he finally placed a kiss to her forehead before turning to face Duncan and pointing at him, “Right you are!”
He turned back towards Clara, “No more snowmen. Really, re-hashing villain types is my thing, you should find your own niche.”
Noting Jean he smiled to her and quickly bowed his head, before providing a mock salute, “Hello, I’m the Doctor, Time Lord, two hearts, alien--glad we got that out of the way.” He pointed towards Duncan, “Him to, same person, a bit older, a bit grumpier, and far more eyebrows.”
Spinning on his heel he faced Clara once more, “Brilliant question. Let’s see we defeated them last time by letting you fall from a cloud, die...again...and the family crying at Christmas. It was really all too sentimental; funnily enough, it was because they thought it was love that did it, but really it was--well nevermind that. Anyway, yes, well we’re not killing you this time and it’s not Christmas, so unless we’re willing to wait a week I suppose we’d best get to cracking on a new idea.”
Clicking his tongue, he frowned and looked to Duncan, “I’d say that we could all think, the four of us, about the Snowmen going away, but then we’d have to find someway to amplify our telepathic thoughts, AND think about it, AND amplify their thoughts through our own in order to protect the entire city…we’d need a building full of people to pull it off. People with creative and powerful imaginations. Any ideas future me?”
After reaching Clara, Duncan didn’t rush to her the way Troy did, if only because that was emotional stuff that he didn’t quite do. But he cared, and oh he’d probably hug Clara fiercely once they were out of danger. And out of the public eye of everyone else. But for now, he kept his fears and relief that Clara was alive held tightly in his chest.
Sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants, he glanced to Jean, the watched Troy flap about. Really. That version of him did do a lot of flapping. It was like watching an ungainly stork trying to work out how to use its wings and legs for the first time. Except it never quite got the hang of it.
But that was just Duncan’s opinion. And had no actual bearing on this present moment.
“There will be no dying for anyone today. Clara most of all. But right, we have a limited amount of time and a limited amount of options available to us.” Duncan looked over at Jean for a moment before looking back to Clara and Troy. “Mobile phones. I am certain most everyone here has one on them. If we were to have everyone receive the same message at the same time so that everyone thought the same thing at the same time, then boost the signal, as it were, with this-” he pulled out his sonic screwdriver “-do you not think that could do it?”
Perhaps it was an oldie but a goodie. Martha had used a similar technique before in order to help defeat the Master when he’d taken over the world as it were. Just with some tweaks suited to this.
“Unless Red over here has something to add? Or either of you have another suggestion?”
Alien. Two hearts. Family crying. Jean looked between them and then at Clara, raising her eyebrow like 'you have interesting friends'. Then she looked at the younger Doctor. "Amplify thoughts? I'm a... telepath. In my dreams. A really powerful one. But it's only really just started. I'm just trying to filter out stray thoughts most of the time and I have a constant headache."
Which was generally impossible. The power was there, in its nascent form and she didn't even need the Phoenix for that, it was just that Jean lacked some of the finer control she otherwise would have had. But as an amplifier...She was pretty sure she could do that.
"But if you want a building full of imagination, you're standing on a school full of teenagers who all have cell phones. I'm just not sure how you'd text them all at the same time." She stared at the...screwdriver? Who was she to judge, there were aliens in her dreams too.
“Right. That explains the comment on how I helped you with that.” Or well, an echo version of herself. She’d been tired though, dying. She had just thought he was trying to be nice because she didn’t have long for the world. “But really not keen on dying so I’m all for avoiding that as an option.” As for the look from Jean, all she could do was shrug because yeah. That was really all one could do sometimes.
Clara took no offence to how flippant Troy’s description might seem, if only because she knew him and knew it was still there, haunting him. It was easier to seem flippant and ramble and pretend that nothing affected him when it did. And she took no offence to her dad standing off some because, well, public displays of emotion, really not his thing. Instead she paced some in thought.
“Well, I told my students to keep visualising the snowmen melting and send the message to their friends….” Then Jean was saying she was a telepath in her dreams and she looked at her. She was worried because of the headaches, but that would definitely help with the Sonic. “The sonic would be able to get the message to all the mobiles for the students… combine that to amplify the thought… it should work.”
Troy nodded at Duncan’s comments, then spun on his heel towards Jean, then towards Clara, then back to Jean and eyed her a moment, looking rather impressed, “School full of children, yes brilliant. I like you, brilliant and a telepath, we need to talk later about your resume.” Miming a ‘call me’ before looking to Clara and smiling brightly, “And yes, the sonic can do that yes.”
He flipped the screwdriver out and flipped it through the different settings as quickly as he could, and gestured for Clara’s phone, “Mobile, now please. Find one of your students’ numbers, I’m sure you have at least one…”
He nodded towards Jean, “Duncan, handle hers. Then we’ll work on how to amplify thoughts using the new recruit.”
Things were moving really fast, but Jean thought she was keeping up. She wasn't stupid by any means and this vaguely reminded her of going into action against Magneto. She was a superhero, she could do this. She fished her phone out of her jacket, then rubbed her temple. "Just tell me when to do it, and I'll take my shielding down."
Professor Xavier might be kind of a creep, but he was good at training her and knew how to set up shielding. She could do this.
Troy really was lucky that she had one of her students’ mobile numbers. Because really, most people did not but there was a literature club that she was able to send out a WhatsApp message on that would do the job. It would have to do for now since they were a bit on a time crunch. They needed to stop the snowmen and Ice Governess before they learned how to keep from melting.
A worried look was sent to Jean just because she could remember what had happened from the dreams at the ‘haunted’ house. And while it had worked out, it had been draining and the telepathic empath had years of experience, Jean did not. But she would help look after her if necessary. So she just handed her mobile over to Troy so he could use one of the settings on the Sonic to transmit the message to the other students as well.
“A telepath, now that’s fascinating. Definitely helpful.” Duncan spoke as he went to take care of Jean’s phone, adjusting the settings on his sonic screwdriver. “How potent are your telepathic abilities? Considering the snow we are dealing is telepathic, it is important. Very important.” He had time when he could be more Duncan than the Doctor, but right now he was very much more the Doctor. The Doctor was needed to help save everyone in the school, and indeed the world at large, from the snowmen and Ice Governess.
And Clara would get out of this alive this time.
“Also if you could bring up the number of one of the students as well, we can set to getting the message out to everyone.” Hey at least he was being mostly people friendly right now? Then again when it came to saving people, he generally was people friendly so long as no one was being stupid.
Troy stopped halfway through what he was doing when Clara handed him her phone, and looked towards Jean before moving towards her, “Shielding? What shielding? Why do you have shielding?”
He stared at her, searching her eyes, “Is this safe for you? Are you dangerous, in danger? Is your mind capable of handling this, or will this hurt you? Because I will not have another death on my hands because of these Snow--”
He stopped, looking back towards Clara with a side glance, before clearing his throat, “I must know for certain that everyone, including yourself, is safe if I do this. You have shielding up for a reason, you’re protecting someone… who? Why?”
"I've got the number of a student," Jean answered, pulling out her phone. If Clara was willing to trust these strange men than so was Jean. She couldn't sense anything amiss with them, anyway.
When Troy started to freak out about shielding, she held up her hands. "Mental shields to prevent telepathic intrusion. In my dreams I was trained to use them to protect myself and others since we tend to fight a lot of people who use telepathy unethically and I'm apparently one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet. I kind of have them up right now to keep from accidentally listening in on stray thoughts or inviting people into my brain. I'm hoping I'll have full control soon but if I concentrate I'll be fine long enough for this."
Of course Clara was willing to trust the two, but she knew how they could appear to others. So she was good with staying quiet for the moment. She also didn’t miss the faltering in Troy’s words when he mentioned the leading someone else to dying. That hadn’t been him. That had been the Ice Governess, who would have come for her anyway. Honestly, the Doctor and his survivor’s guilt and taking everything on his shoulders that were beyond him.
Still, she was concerned about the need for shields and the risks involved for Jean. The explanation made sense, a way to keep from picking up on the thoughts of people around her or the other way around. Especially if in her world they dealt with people using telepathy against people. She’d worry though.
“Are you sure?”
At least Troy had picked up on the shielding. It had passed by Duncan completely while he was trying to figure out the larger picture of getting rid of the snowmen and the Ice Governess. However, when Troy pressed the matter, Duncan looked up and listened to Jean. “Ah, so it is more defenses to keep people from bleeding into your mind and you overhearing everyone else. Good, good.”
He also wasn’t about to lose anyone else to these snowmen if it could be averted. “Though be certain to not over-exert yourself. It could be very dangerous for you and everyone. Only push yourself as much as you are comfortable with.” Hopefully that would be enough to get rid of the snowmen and Ice Governess for good.
And with an entire school full of people who would also be getting the memo, it should go smoothly. Keyword being should, of course.
Jean nodded, and pressed two fingers to her temple. She visualized her shields coming down, like domes receding and steel doors opening up. "We definitely don't need me to overexert myself." This was the first time she'd tried something like this. In her dreams it would be cake. Here, though, she just didn't know. And she felt that presence again, somewhere on that other plane of existence and this time she was certain the Phoenix knew she was here. Something to worry about later.
A symbol, like a fiery bird flashed in her eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."
As Troy had her mobile, Clara was pretty much left to just keep an eye on everything. Which, okay, fine. She was good at that. She cared so her dad didn’t have to though he was getting better about that. And she was going to keep an eye on Jean as well. From the sounds of it, she would be fine but Clara was nothing if not concerned for the other teacher’s well being.
Hopefully it would work because otherwise they would have a much larger problem to deal with and she wasn’t keen on being targeted by an angry Ice Governess.
Troy continued to work with Clara’s phone, using his sonic to put the phone on a path that it was never really completely designed for, then he tossed Clara the phone, “Right then, send the message. It’s linked to that student’s phone, who’s phone is linked to his friend’s, whose phones are linked to their friends, Duncan’ll be doing the same and that’ll likely cover most, if not all of the school. Tell your student to pass along the message…”
With a bit of luck, this should work. He looked over towards his future self, and raised a brow, “I’m not really sure how this is going to work. You’re much, much older than me in the dreams, obviously, but not that much older than me here. Still, I figure our minds are now sufficiently opened enough that they’re old enough. I’m going to think the message, and telepathically link to you. The exact message that Clara sends. You link to that thought, that’s hundreds, maybe more years between telepathic build up. We’ll enhance the message, then you link to Jean who uses it like a thought bomb.”
Troy smiled at that, “Finally, using a proper weapon. Thought bomb. love it, really.”
Troy moved to Clara to take her hand, and brought another up to her head before closing his eyes, “It won’t hurt. Just concentrate on what you’re sending your student, the exact words, word for word, and visualize it. I’ll take it, your father’ll take it, and then Jean’ll take the enhanced thought and couple it with your students. Like the game phone, but you know, with brains.”
Was she supposed to be scared or worried about it hurting? Probably. Most normal people would be, but the recklessness was passing over. That and well, she trusted Troy and her dad. She was worried about Jean, yes. Because this was new for her and she wasn’t sure what toll it would take on her. But for herself? Not worried and she didn’t understand why people kept thinking she should be scared or the like.
No matter.
Nodding, Clara hit the send button on her phone so that it was sent to her students before doing as Troy said about thinking the message, visualising it word for word so that they would know what to do and it would pass along.
Like the game phone, with brains. If nothing else that phrasing amused Jean but it also helped her focus and visualize what she needed to do, taking Clara's thought and broadcasting it and thinking really hard at the snowmen and the Governess. And if she added a little 'oomf' to the thought with memories of a fiery bird, that would help, right?
“Oh yes, linking minds. Haven’t done that one yet. At least not in this regeneration.” He did, however, remember having done it before, and thus drew on that as he prepared himself for Troy to link to his mind. And while Duncan had lost track of how old he exactly was in the dreams, he still had some time on Troy there, and thus a more mature brain that could easily link to others.
So using his sonic on Jean’s phone. “Here, send the text to the student when you receive the message from me telepathically.” He then returned the phone to Jean and centered himself in the next moments, waiting for Troy to give him the message.
He did, however, not suppress an eye roll at this being called ‘like the game phone but with brains.’ Seriously, what was that? But he didn’t say anything about it.
When he received the message from Clara he actually laughed, “Ooo, it tickles. Stop tickling Clara, this is serious.” Still he chuckled again and then refocused, sending the thought towards his future self; the concentration wasn’t as difficult when it came to sending to the same mind. Duncan sending to Jean, with the more mature brain, would also make it easier and would make sure the message was far more secure and clear.
“As always, close off anything you don’t want anyone to see, very private thoughts in the brain obviously.”
The comment on her tickling him was met with Clara smacking Troy’s arm to get him to focus. Really. Not the time. And of course keeping different thoughts and the like locked firmly away. Which was where being a neurotic control freak came in handy because she knew how to ignore things and focus on the issue at hand.
Like making sure that the snowmen and Ice Governess melted and stayed melted for the mental link that was going on. And that was all she was letting get out.
“Well this is fun,” Jean commented. She felt her control slipping and strengthened the connection again. She wondered if these people had ever encountered a living island. She wouldn’t be surprised at this point. It felt like, suddenly, anything as possible and the world had opened up to her in ways she hadn’t known of before.
Wait until Emma heard about this.
Once Duncan received the message from Troy, he sent it on to Jean, ensuring to keep his mind focused solely on the message itself, on focusing on the Snowmen melting, on the Ice Governess melting. The message was broadcast clearly to most everyone in the school.
All of that imagination, all of that power of the mind focusing on doing one specific thing. Melting the snow and ice. The image of the snowmen and Ice Governess turning into water. And soon after the message had been broadcast, the message became reality. The Snowmen and Ice Governess all melted. And, of course, splashing them all with water.
Well. That could certainly have gone far worse, really. No one had died that day. Not when the Doctors, Clara and Jean were around to thwart it.
When the image of the melting began, Troy was too far into his thoughts to really take anymore note of it, that is until he felt the splash of water and quickly Troy blinked awake and looked around them at the melting puddles of their victims lying at their feet. He whooped a bit and then cleared his throat before turning to look at all the rest of it, “Absolutely brilliant, all of us. No one stands a chance when we’re on the case--oh! We should form a team. Anyone have any ideas on team names?”
He thought, tapping his chin as he frowned at the concept.
“Oh, come now, The Courageous Cougars. Oh that’s rubbish…”
And suddenly they were covered in melted ice. Which made sense. So as Troy rambled, Clara just smiled slightly with a shake of her head, patting his arm before going to hug her dad. Because it was amusing. And she knew that the memory of the dreams regarding the Snowmen would have been hard on him. So now that they were finished, he was getting a hug.
“Well. That was something. Let’s get off the roof.”