Michael Guerin is a (miserableliar) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-09-03 11:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clara oswald, michael guerin |
Who: Michael Guerin and Clara Oswald
What: Taking the TARDIS to 1947 Roswell
When: Thursday, September 3rd
Where: TARDIS Diner to 1947 Roswell
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Ever since his conversation with Clara about her time machine, or uh TARDIS, Michael couldn’t get it out of his head. If he knew what planet he was from in the dreams he would see if she could take him there. If it even existed in this universe or whatever. But there was one place he knew existed. Roswell, New Mexico. Whether or not there was actually a UFO crash back in the 1940s he had no idea, but it couldn’t hurt to check it out. If Clara was willing to take him at least. They knew each other sure, but it wasn’t exactly like they were close friends. Why should she do him a favor? Michael wouldn’t know until he at least asked.
Which is why it took him a few weeks to finally do it. He wasn’t sure how he would handle it if she said no. Actually he knew, he’d get drunk. It was how he handled all his other problems after all. But still he wasn’t ready to have his hopes crushed like that. Eventually though he knew it was going to bother him until he asked. So when he spotted Clara’s diner, which was apparently the TARDIS, on his way home from work he decided it was now or never. After parking his truck outside he made his way in, removing his cowboy hat and clearing his throat.
Good thing for Michael, Clara liked taking trips. Oh, she didn’t broadcast she had a TARDIS at whim. There were nefarious people about after all. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t mention it if it came up in conversation. Or if she was bored. But she’d spoken with Michael a few times by then and had a generally good read on him. So mentioning the TARDIS? No big deal.
It was quiet by that time and she was debating closing up. There hadn’t been too many customers but that was okay. She’d got some reading in. Or she could hear the clearing of a throat and she looked up, grinning as she saw a familiar face.
“Michael! Hello!”
“Hey,” Michael replied, a small smile forming on his face. He was taking her warm greeting as a good sign. He glanced around the diner taking it in. It looked like he was the only one there. Though that wasn’t the real reason he was looking around. However it did give him the freedom to talk about it openly. “So this is a spaceship?”
He was lucky it was empty. Though she also wasn’t too shocked that he ended up asking. Since he hadn’t been there since before she had revealed that bit of information. Still, Clara was in a good mood, happy to see a familiar face and well, she wouldn’t have said anything to him if she hadn’t wanted him to remain unaware.
“It is.” Grinned, “Would you like the tour?”
“Hell yeah,” Michael said, unable to hide his enthusiasm. But then why would he? Clara clearly knew he was interested in space ships. He had shown interest from the moment she mentioned it. And there was also the fact that they had met when he was researching Roswell. While that didn’t necessarily have to mean he was interested in space or other aliens or other planets, the assumption could still easily be made.
And yet Michael felt compelled to explain further. In his dreams being an alien was a big secret. It had been Max’s decision but Michael and Isobel agreed. They didn’t want to risk being experimented on. Even if Michael did want to tell the people he cared about he understood why he couldn’t. Here though? It didn’t seem as big of a deal. Sure Max had been worried about people experimenting on them still. But there were tons of people that seemed to have powers or other supernatural things. Hell Clara wasn’t even the first person he met with a ship. He had helped Poe build one after all. However Clara was definitely the first and only person Michael knew of that could travel through time. The point was that his secret didn’t seem like such a big deal here. And if Clara was going to show him her space ship he might as well explain why he was so interested and why he was in Roswell as well. “I’m sort of an alien in my dreams,” he said, adding on to his ‘Hell yeah,’ only this was said more off-handedly, with less enthusiasm. “In Roswell.”
Laughing some, Clara nodded and was about to begin the tour when Michael began to explain. Or at least briefly. It wasn’t that hard to grasp or put the pieces together though. The second he said he was an alien? Well...his interest in Roswell had a much more clear cause. Especially as he stated he was an alien and it tied to Roswell.
So instead, the brunette nodded some.
“Some of the best people I know are aliens. Like my dad. He’s off travelling the universe now but he was around for awhile.”
Which really was the only reaction she had to the announcement. Oh, there was the risk of people like Hydra figuring it out if they were still lurking about (they probably were, Hydra after all) and people would worry. But on the network? Well, it was a safe space in a way where such things could be discussed - some more freely than others.
And for the first stop on the tour? Clara led Michael to what would have been the assumed kitchen, only to instead reveal the control room.
Not the reaction Michael was expecting but it was definitely a relief. “Wait…” Michael began a bit confused as her announcement sunk in. “Wouldn’t that make you an alien too?”
But then he was distracted by Clara leading him into the kitchen that wasn’t actually a kitchen. His eyes went wide as he took in the sleek, white, control room. “Wow,” was all Michael could say as he attempted to process it all.
“Nah, Time Lord, in the Dreams he goes by the Doctor, travelling through space and time, likes to travel with people, probably to see the wonder when for him it’s just habit at some point. And he shouldn’t be alone anyway.”
Shrugging, she couldn’t help but grin as he took in the control room. While it wasn’t as shocking as the change from a police phone box to the inside of a TARDIS, it was clear that there was a lot more space and size compared to what one would expect given the diner’s size.
Michael had no clue what that meant but it sounded pretty cool. “So what does that make you?” he couldn’t help but ask. Was she a Time Lord too? Probably given she had this ship and he assumed she had traveled through space and time herself.
“How does all this fit in here?” Michael asked, mirroring Clara’s thoughts. The diner certainly didn’t look this big. “Where’s the kitchen?” How the hell had he made her burger the last time he was here. Now that he had somewhat processed what he was seeing, he had questions.
“Former companion, or carer as I was once described.” She cared so the Doctor didn’t have to. Though that was more gruff and the Doctor being so amazingly Scottish even though he did care. He just struggled to express it.
“Technical term is dimensional transcendentalism and transdimensional engineering but I honestly couldn’t tell you much more than that. Gallifreyan technology is all I’ve got for that.” Shrugged. Some things remained a mystery despite the fact Clara had finished the Dreams but she had been human, a mystery for the Doctor but human all the same.
“There are a lot of different rooms. Wardrobe room for time period appropriate outfits, a library, swimming pool, Zero Room for healing, and a room to get food. Just to name a few.”
“So you’re not part Time Lord?” he questioned, still trying to figure out how that worked. Although, again he was distracted by the TARDIS. Or still distracted was a more accurate description.
“That’s…” Michael began but realized he didn’t have words for it. When he was younger he had wanted to be an engineer, an agricultural engineer to be exact. But life hadn’t worked out that way. So of course he was interested in transdimensional engineering. But it didn’t seem like Clara knew too much. “Gallifreyan?” he questioned, still looking around.
“Shit,” he commented. That was… a lot of rooms.
“I’m not. Just someone who caught the Doctor’s attention and joined as a companion.” There of course were a lot of things that made it more complicated. Jumping into time streams, being frozen in time. But for the extent of what would make sense? Human.
Life had a way of working out even if not in the way one wanted.
“Those native to the planet of Gallifrey. Needless to say, there are a lot more planets and civilizations than we know about.”
“Yeah,” Michael commented. “I kind of got that feeling from my own dreams. Or at least one other planet.” Though he had to assume his planet couldn’t be the only other planet out there. “I just have no idea what any of them are called.” Including wherever the hell he was from. He couldn’t help but frown at that. He just wanted to know who he was. It didn’t help that he didn’t even know that in this world either, given the whole no memories before age seven thing.
“I mean, it makes sense. It’s rather narcissistic to think we’re the only planet with intelligent life and the only planetary system that matters in the entirety of the universe.” At least that was how it seemed to Clara, “But add in travelling through space and time? Well. Obviously there will be more planets and star systems than we could ever know about.”
Michael hadn’t thought much about life on other planets or other galaxies much before he began dreaming. He had never been against it, because Clara was right, it made no sense to think they were the only intelligent life out there. He just had never given it much thought. “So you can fly this thing?” he questioned with a hopeful gleam in his eye.
“Well obviously.” Grinning some, Clara led Michael back to the control room. Yes it helped to have someone there to help as well but Clara was more than capable of flying the TARDIS on her own as she often did anyway. “So, all of time and space, where shall we go?”
Yes she had an idea on where they might end up going, but might as well see just in case Michael decided to surprise her.
A large, genuine, smile appeared on Michael’s face. It was a rare sight. He was usually smirking. But the fact that Clara was willing to take him wherever? And he didn’t even have to ask. It kind of meant a lot to him, And yeah he was definitely excited.
“Ever been to 1947 Roswell?” he couldn’t help but ask. It was where he wanted to go most of all. Maybe he could get some questions answered.
And he answered as expected. But again, it was only polite to ask and so she shook her head.
“Can’t say that I have. So why not change that, hmm?”
Grinning, she started moving around the control panel and getting everything set. That done, the brunette looked to Michael, eyes dancing in excitement. It was always thrilling to bring someone new along.
“Here we go.”
With that, she moved the lever and looked up in joy as the TARDIS whirred to life and motion and suddenly arrived at their destination.
“The wardrobe room will have period appropriate clothing for us.” And psychic paper would allow them near anything they otherwise might be forbidden to go.
Again Michael’s eyes went wide. Both when Clara started the TARDIS and then when it stopped. “That’s it?” That was fast. Michael wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t that. “Does it always happen that quick?”
“It does seem rather quick, doesn’t it? But yep, it’s always that way.” There of course was just travelling and the like, but once a destination was set? It didn’t take all that long at all. They just de-materialized from one location and materialized in the next. “C’mon.” And headed to the wardrobe room to find something that was more fitting for their location than her current outfit.
Didn’t have to ask him twice. As many questions as he had, Michael was too anxious to see what Roswell was like to ask them now. He followed her to the wardrobe room, selecting an outfit he changed quickly, waiting for Clara in the control room. He wasn’t about to do this without her. “Ready?” he asked once she was changed as well.
No complaints from Clara. Picking an outfit that was fitting for both the time period as well as the location, the brunette grinned as she stepped at, psychic paper in hand just in case the two needed an official title or cover story. Really, it came in quite useful.
“Ready!”
Lacing her arm through Michael’s, Clara led them out of the TARDIS and into the world of 1947 Roswell. Time to hopefully get some answers. And just to enjoy the trip.
Walking out of the TARDIS with Clara on his arm, Michael knew exactly where they were. Or well for the most part. To Clara it probably just looked like a desert, which is what it was. But it was almost exactly the same as in the dreams.
“Come on,” he said, leading her towards the caves where his pod was, along with Max and Isobel’s. It took a few minutes, it was a big desert after all, but luckily the TARDIS hadn’t landed too far from the caves. Michael could hardly believe that the same caves were actually there. Shit. His excitement got the better of him and he rushed inside dragging Clara along with him.
Empty.
His face fell. Of course they were empty. He shouldn’t have expected anything different.
Sentient time machines were good at choosing where to go. No, actually that was a lie. Because sometimes you wanted to go to one place and ended up somewhere else entirely. Because it was where you needed to go. But given the nature of the trip, Clara was relieved that the location was correct. And apparently exactly where Michael would have wanted to go.
Following him to the caves. His Dreams and all, so of course she would let him take point. Especially since there was no one she needed to convince of their authority to be in the area. Of course the emptiness probably wasn’t too shocking though the brunette noticed the fallen look.
“C’mon, there’s still space to explore in here.” She wasn’t sure why she said that but no matter. Pulling out a torch, she turned it on and ran the light along the cave to get an idea on which direction they should head in.
It took Michael a moment to resist Clara’s words. But then he nodded, following Clara through the caves. “I uh,” he paused not sure how to phrase it. “I should have known it wouldn’t be the same as my dreams.” He wished he didn’t sound so disappointed. It was still a big deal that he was here after all. That Clara had brought him here. He knew he should be grateful. And he was. He just wished he had more answers.
“Nothing wrong with a little bit of hope,” Smiling to Michael reassuringly, she turned her attention back to the caves, “After all, you never know what you might find.” And hoping to find answers in a similar way as the Dreams? Perfectly normal. So to Clara, there was no need to apologize. Then she noticed something reflecting off the light of her torch. “Hold up…”
Ever the one who was used to grabbing someone’s hand to run now, Clara made her way deeper into the cave, “Now what have we here?” Pulling out her sonic sunglasses despite the fact she was in a cave, the brunette put them on and ran a scan. “Definitely not man made…”
Clara’s reassurance was appreciated. And really it was still pretty awesome to actually be in Roswell. In 1947 no less. Something he had been dreaming about for awhile. Well he’d been dreaming about current day Roswell, but there were heavy references to the 1947 crash so. Even if they didn’t find anything it would still be a successful trip.
But then…
If Michael wasn’t so distracted by what was on the ground, he would have questioned the glasses Clara had. Instead he just walked closed to the item gleaming on the ground. It looked a lot like… “Part of my ship,” Michael breathed slowly walking towards it, as if he were afraid it was going to disappear.
There would be time to explain things later. Assuming it came up. Right now there were more interesting things. Like the fact that something very much not man made and not occurring in nature. At least in regards to Earth.
As Michael identified what they had found, Clara took off the sonic sunglasses for the time being to get a better look at the piece of ship as it was.
This was also a moment for Michael and so, for now, Clara stayed back.
Michael gingerly picked up the piece of ship console from the ground, examining it. Yeah it definitely looked like part of his ship from the dreams. “Wow,” Michael said a large smile forming on his face. Before he knew what he was doing, he enveloped Clara in a hug. “You know what this means?” he asked excitedly, the piece still in his hand as he pulled away.
“Oh!” Clara was a hugger but she was usually used to Michael not seeming to be much of one so the hug caught her off guard, even as she was more than happy to return it. Still. It was good to see him look genuinely happy and so she was more than happy she had the TARDIS and they were able to come here and find the piece of his ship, “Um...answers?” It seemed like that would be the logical conclusion. That it meant there was a chance for answers.
Clara was correct, Michael definitely wasn’t much of a hugger. It was usually on the rare occasion when it seemed like someone else needed one. And that someone else had to be one of his close friends. But right now he was just overwhelmed with excitement and it came out in the form of a hug apparently.
“Yeah,” Michael replied, a smile still on his face. “And that a ship just like the one in my dreams crashed here too!” He knew the dreams were like of some other universe or some shit like that. But clearly there were more similarities in this world than he thought.
Nothing wrong with overwhelmed with excitement. Not in Clara’s book. So instead she would just let Michael enjoy the moment. It was important after all. It was interesting that such a specific similarity had happened but she wasn’t going to question it. There was so much out there, so much that was unexplored. Who was to say that similar ships to that from Michael’s Dreams couldn’t be there in 1947?
So instead she nodded with a smile. “Definitely something to look into.” And she had a TARDIS that could help.
“Well,” Michael began still smiling. “What are we waiting for?” With that he walked further in the cave excited to see what else they could find.
“What are we waiting for indeed,” Shaking her head with a slight grin, Clara just followed after Michael. After all, she always did love a good investigation.