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Clementine carefully picked her way through the woods, laughing softly at the tune of...well, nature, that she could hear in her ears. Then, of course, there was the gentle hum, known as the Witch's Melody. Every witch hears something different. Clementine heard a sad lullaby, and a rain effect, even if it wasn't raining.
To hear the Witch's Melody, you had to be in a Nature-like place, where you can be alone. Eventually, Clementine turned and walked back towards the park, where she could see screaming kids and laughing parents, making her feel a slight pang of sadness.
Using her powers as best as she could, she flicked her wrists a few times and made it rain ever so slightly. The parents and kids disappeared and, soon after they left, Clementine made the rain stop, only to see that now it was raining properly, without her powers. Sighing and shivering, Clementine plonked herself down on a bench and looked around, not caring much that she was getting very wet.
Zoe Heriot wasn’t much for the outdoors. She would rather be curled up in the university’s library with a large textbook and a cup of tea. Don’t get her wrong, she did like to explore every now and then – it was her drive for adventure (well-maintained adventure, mind you) that had led her to get the job on the Wheel in the first place. She hadn’t learned much from studying under the tutelage of the librarian, not that she had expected. The librarian hadn’t even gotten her doctorate.
The small girl was crouched in front of a bush, examining the leaves studiously. Although it wasn’t solely a nature trip, Zoe figured that it was as close as she was going to get to being ‘one with nature’ willingly. Her environmental science courses were easy when it came to the course books and analytical essays of current events. She carefully cut the leaf from the plant, putting it in a baggie so she could go back to the lab and examine the plant under a microscope.
She straightened, smoothening out her outfit. The forecast had called for rain, which wasn’t too much of a shocker for London. Zoe clutched her umbrella, opening it as she felt the first few drops of rain. Her upbeat green rain boots squeaked against the cement of the sidewalk that trailed through the woods. Children and their parents brushed by her, trying to get to their vehicles.
Zoe frowned. Her parents had never taken her to a park, had they?
The sixteen year old sighed and buttoned her rain slicker, a bright shade of green like her boots and umbrella. She looked up, watching as a small girl flopped down on a park bench. Zoe looked around, expecting one of the mothers or fathers to yell at her to get up before she got her clothes wet. But no such yell came, and soon it was just Zoe and the little girl in the woods.
Zoe made her way over to her, sitting next to her on the bench. She put her umbrella between them, protecting both girls from the rain. “Hello.”
Clementine looked up as she suddenly felt the rain stop pattering on her head, running through her hair. Someone was sitting next to her, a girl, older than her, sheltering not only herself but also Clementine from the rain. Then she spoke, and by her voice, the smaller girl could instantly tell this was a very kind person, to go up to strange little kids and shelter them from the rain also giving this away.
“Hello.” the other girl had said to Clementine, who gave a weak smile, running her hands through her half wet - half dry hair. "Hello." she replied. She looked out across the park, watching the rain falling and she gave another smile, a genuine one. "The rain is so beautiful, isn't it?" she said, admiringly.
And yes, while that may have been random, Clementine was a) making conversation and b) making a point. Rain falling really was beautiful, and the sound made it more amazing. Clementine's smile stayed on her lips as she turned to the girl next to her. "Thanks for sheltering me from the rain, by the way. What's your name? I'm Clementine." she introduced, after her thanks.
After all, she had to be polite, and she also wanted to be. Clementine was grateful, and it was always important to show it. Wasn't that what her foster mother was always saying? When she wasn't too busy to speak to Clementine, anyway. Clementine stopped thinking about her foster mother and focused on the rain and on the elder girl. Clementine examined her out of the corner of her eye. She was obviously around 15 or 16 years old, which was either 5 or 6 years her junior.
Zoe offered a smile and a curt nod of her head when the young girl greeted her. The rain was still soaking into the pants she was wearing under the long slicker, but Zoe was still grateful for the protection. The water dripped into the rain boots. “The rain is so beautiful, isn’t it?” the little girl asked, a tone of admiration in her voice. Zoe squinted at the rain, trying to see what the little girl thought was beautiful. She couldn’t see it – it was true that her schooling had left her without much of the childish wonder she’d had. That much had been pointed out to her over and over again; she’d been called ‘an emotionless robot’ more times than she cared to count.
“The drops are formed when the water particles surrounding salt crystals and dust particles thicken. Near the center of the cloud the updrafts are stronger than at the edges, so the cloud grows vertically and stacks upon itself,” Zoe explained, lifting up her legs to reduce the amount of rain getting on her. “The cloud body stretches to the cooler regions of the atmosphere where the water drops and hail forms and begins to grow larger and larger,” she continued, resting her chin on her knees. “And when they get too heavy for the updrafts,” Zoe raised her free hand to the sky, wriggling her fingers to mimic rain, “the drops leave the clouds and make rain.” Her hand went down to mime the rain falling.
Zoe offered a small smile to the girl. “I’m not sure I can see beauty the way you do, but nature is the perfect machine, and that’s beautiful by itself,” the sixteen year old replied, tucking some of her dark hair behind her ear.
“Thanks for sheltering me from the rain, by the way,” the girl said.
She shrugged. “I’m just being a decent person,” she replied. She was rather annoyed at the amount of adults that had passed the girl by without offering a helping hand or even a word of concern, but that was none of her business. “You do have somewhere to go, right?” she asked curiously, not sure what she would do if the girl were a runaway or even homeless.
“What’s your name? I’m Clementine.”
Clementine? That was an interesting name… “Zoe Elizabeth Heriot,” she said, offering a bright dimpled grin to the girl. “Astrophysicist and pure maths major.”
Clementine listened, taking in everything that the girl was saying. When she'd finished, Clementine looked at her, an admiring look in her eyes. "You're so clever." she said enviously. She wished she were that clever.
"Yes, I do have somewhere to go. It's just...I don't really want to go there, if you know what I mean." Clementine explained, a slight edge to her voice which she replaced with a slight grin. Anyway, she'd love to be clever.
But then again, she was a witch. That kind of beat clever, right? Still, being clever was probably fun, knowing more than everyone else and being able to surprise them or making them admire you. When she heard the girl's name, Clementine smiled.
"Zoe's a nice name. I like it." she said with another smile. "What's an Astrophysicist?" she asked curiously. "Is it to do with the stars?"[/size]
“You’re so clever,” the girl said. Zoe looked over at her, a little surprised by the jealousy in her voice. Zoe knew that she was considered brilliant – a prodigy, some of her professors had said. She knew that it wasn’t ‘normal’ for a sixteen year old girl to be achieving her doctorate’s degree. She nodded a little, because even though she knew she was clever and she proud of her intelligence, the tone of the girl’s voice – although not malicious at all – had made her uncomfortable. Her peers often looked down on her for her age, and her professors would ignore her because she was clever.
Zoe played with the zipper on her rain boot idly. “You’re clever, too,” she said, looking over at the girl with a smile. “I wish I could look at the sky and the beauty instead the science,” Zoe continued.
When the girl mentioned not wanting to go back to where she lived, Zoe nodded understandingly. She knew what it was like to live somewhere that was utterly miserable. She knew she should be considered lucky to have the university pay for her living arrangements, but her roommates were utter barbarians and completely unlike her. “I know that feeling.”
“Zoe’s a nice name. I like it.”
“I’ve never heard of a child named Clementine. It’s very unique.”
“What’s an Astrophysicist? Is it to do with the stars?”
Zoe grinned and nodded. “See? I told you that you were clever,” she answered. “My job is to study the physics of celestial bodies. Stars, planets, galaxies, exoplanets… that sort of thing. Thermodynamics, quantum mechanics, relativity, atomic and molecular physics. I just love making discoveries about the universe,” she smiled.
"You’re clever, too. Clementine grinned. "Thanks." she said."When you're at a younger age you see beauty in all things and beings, no matter what they are or how they act. But it must be cool to see things the scientific way, too." she reasoned, even though it may have been a bit boring, it must be nice to know a lot of things about nature and stuff.
When Zoe commented about her name, Clementine thought for a moment. Then she nodded. "Yeah. Before my parents died, they told me that they wanted to call me Clementine because it was unique, I remember." despite it being such a long time ago, being a witch, often she allowed herself to look back into her memories.
Then she giggled. "Hmm, okay, maybe I'm a bit clever." she said modestly. Then she nodded solemnly, her eyes sparkling in slight excitement. "I'm really interested in all that stuff. Space, stars, other planets...I mean, I've never seen any aliens, but they must exist. There are other planets and species out there, I bet, and to them, we're aliens, aren't we? Kind of." Clementine said softly.[/font]
An orphan? Zoe looked back over at Clementine pensively. She had never been taught the value of emotions. It was something that the Doctor had commented on when they’d first. When the Wheel was nearly destroyed as well, she’d been criticized for her lack of personal interest. It was this absence of strong emotions that had made her own childhood easier to bear until she didn’t feel it. “I don’t think my name has any special significance,” she replied.
If it did, then her parents hadn’t told her before they cut ties with her. Although, to be fair, they hadn’t said much of anything to her to begin with…
“Hmm, okay, maybe I’m a bit clever,” the girl giggled.
Zoe nodded. “Of course you are! Once, I told this adult that I was interested in astronomy, and she asked me what her horoscope for today was!” she said, sounding exasperated. She grinned and shook her head. “Just because you’re young doesn’t make you any less clever. You just haven’t gone through the amount of schooling that I have.”
“I’m really interested in all that stuff. Space, stars, other planets… I mean, I’ve never seen any aliens, but they must exist. There are other planets and species out there, I bet, and to them, we’re aliens, aren’t we? Kind of,” Clementine said.
The older girl shook her head eagerly. “Oh, but there are, Clementine! I was the astrometricist on the Space Station W3,” she said quietly. Most people hadn’t known about the Space Station missions because the United Nations had decided to keep quiet about it. “Our station was attacked and boarded by these awful creatures called ‘Cybermen’. We defeated them thanks to this stranger and a boy in a skirt – er, I mean ‘kilt’ – but… after we got back, they said it had just been hallucinations from breathing in certain chemicals…”
Zoe shook her head. She had kept a close watch on their oxygen levels and atmosphere. “I think they were afraid,” she finished.
“Of course you are! Once, I told this adult that I was interested in astronomy, and she asked me what her horoscope for today was!” she said, sounding exasperated. She grinned and shook her head. “Just because you’re young doesn’t make you any less clever. You just haven’t gone through the amount of schooling that I have.”
She laughed. "Some people just don't think before they speak." said the 10 year old wisely, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "Honestly, they really should."
Oh, but there are, Clementine! I was the astrometricist on the Space Station W3,”
Clementine nodded, then listened to her story. When Zoe had finished, Clementine's eyes were wide and shining. "I wish I'd been there." she said. "It may have been pretty scary, but I'd love to have an adventure like that."
Clementine thought for a while then sighed. "Some people let their fear cloud the other emotions that they feel." then she paused. "Were you scared too, like they were? Or were you really, really brave?"[/size]
This was a child after her own heart. She nodded emphatically to the child. Some people really did need to shut their mouths and think over what they were going to say before they made themselves sound like a huge fool. Not like they didn't already sound like a huge fool, but they didn't need the added help.
She then decided to recount the rather exciting adventures of the Cybermen, the Doctor, and Jamie McCrimmon (or the evil robots, the strange liar, and the boy in the kilt). When she was done, Clementine looked like she was very excited. "I don't know... it was an adventure, but I think I would have preferred to just continue researching..."
"They killed a few of the workers, but... I was too busy to be scared," Zoe said thoughtfully.
Clementine nodded and smiled. "You're so brave you know. I'd have been a bit scared but I'd try to be brave, like you." she continued. The rain was slowing down now, but Clementine was taking no notice, her full attention on Zoe, now.
Clementine giggled. "Really? I'd have liked the adventure more, but hey, to each their own, right?" she said with a smile. It seemed a bit...different to her but that was just because Clementine longed to have an adventure herself.
Clementine nodded. "And...what happened to those robots? Did you kill them?" she asked, curiously, shuffling over a bit so the rain would stop pattering on her shoulder and she looked up at Zoe. "Are they gone now?"
Well, it certainly wasn’t the first time anyone had called her brave. Normally it was tailed by a sarcastic remark on how she could try to be a little less smug or something that took away from the compliment, but the little girl didn’t seem to remark on Zoe’s confidence. “Don’t be silly. Everyone was scared, except for the man who saved us,” she said. “I was just too busy trying to help to really be scared. I think there are a lot of different types of ‘afraid’. There are those who hide, those who fight, those who investigate…” she trailed off and sighed. She was definitely an ‘investigator’.
She grinned as Clementine told her she’d rather have an adventure. “It was very interesting to use my skills to something like that,” she said thoughtfully. “You’ll have an adventure of your own one day.” She listened as Clementine asked her about the fate of the Cybermen, and the girl shuffled towards her to get the rest of her body out of the rain. “Yes, we killed them… it was more the strange man, though. He knew precisely how to do it,” she said.
Zoe looked around at the park and then looked over at her. “Do you want to go visit my university? I bet someone like you is very good at drawing pictures,” she said, and held up the baggy with the leaves and flowers. “I must put them under a microscope and examine them. You can help me draw. We can go to the cafeteria and I’ll buy you some lunch, too.”
“Don’t be silly. Everyone was scared, except for the man who saved us,” she said. “I was just too busy trying to help to really be scared. I think there are a lot of different types of ‘afraid’. There are those who hide, those who fight, those who investigate…” she trailed off and sighed. She was definitely an ‘investigator’.
"Well, maybe only a tiny bit." she agreed with a giggle. The rain was finally reduced to just a few drops here and there.
She grinned as Clementine told her she’d rather have an adventure. “It was very interesting to use my skills to something like that,” she said thoughtfully. “You’ll have an adventure of your own one day.” She listened as Clementine asked her about the fate of the Cybermen, and the girl shuffled towards her to get the rest of her body out of the rain. “Yes, we killed them… it was more the strange man, though. He knew precisely how to do it,” she said.
"Who was he? Did you find out what his name was?" Clementine smiled. "He sounds pretty amazing. If he's still around, that is." then Clementine smiled. "I sure hope I have one." she said.
Zoe looked around at the park and then looked over at her. “Do you want to go visit my university? I bet someone like you is very good at drawing pictures,” she said, and held up the baggy with the leaves and flowers. “I must put them under a microscope and examine them. You can help me draw. We can go to the cafeteria and I’ll buy you some lunch, too.”
“I’ll walk you back home later, if you want to.”
"Okay." Clementine agreed, laughing. "I'd love to go back with you. I am okay at drawing.." she said modestly. For her age, Clementine was good at it, because she was a witch and that came along as a sort of bonus.[/size]
“The Doctor,” Zoe replied automatically. She’d only met the man once, but he had made a profound impact on her mind. She’d never before doubted the power of logic, but he had proven that not only did people need logic to solve a problem, but they needed intuition and impulses. “He was a funny little man. He traveled with a Scottish man who wore a skirt,” she said, grinning. She remembered teasing the boy about it, along with his alarming lack of knowledge. “I was going to go with them… I remember I wanted to…”
She trailed off, her memories becoming hazy again. They always did when she tried to think of her last few memories with the two men. “Obviously I didn’t, or I wouldn’t be here. I’d be off somewhere doing much more interesting things than studying flowers,” Zoe said, shutting her umbrella. The sky was still a stormy gray. She adjusted her slicker and stood up, listening to the girl again. “Everyone has to have at least one. It’s statistically improbable to live without taking risks.”
She tucked her umbrella away, hooking it on her rain slicker for easy access in case they needed it later. “Well come on, then,” she said, taking the girl’s hand and walking to the university. “Do you need to phone someone to tell them where you are?” she asked.
“The Doctor,” Zoe replied automatically. She’d only met the man once, but he had made a profound impact on her mind. She’d never before doubted the power of logic, but he had proven that not only did people need logic to solve a problem, but they needed intuition and impulses. “He was a funny little man. He traveled with a Scottish man who wore a skirt,” she said, grinning. She remembered teasing the boy about it, along with his alarming lack of knowledge. “I was going to go with them… I remember I wanted to…”
The Doctor. Clementine's eyes widened and she choked slightly. "The Doctor? But I...he...I've met him!" she said her eyes lighting up. "In London once...he said he was called the Doctor..wow, what a coincidence!"
Then she paused. "Why didn't you go, though? I would have jumped at the chance. You seem like you would have, too."
“Obviously I didn’t, or I wouldn’t be here. I’d be off somewhere doing much more interesting things than studying flowers,” Zoe said, shutting her umbrella. The sky was still a stormy gray. She adjusted her slicker and stood up, listening to the girl again. “Everyone has to have at least one. It’s statistically improbable to live without taking risks.”
Clementine nodded. "Well, maybe one day you'll meet him again, and this time, you can go with him. Just make sure you don't let the chance pass you by. Grab it with both hands." then she laughed. "I was wrong. You aren't just clever, you're the most intelligent girl there is."
“Well come on, then,” she said, taking the girl’s hand and walking to the university. “Do you need to phone someone to tell them where you are?” she asked.
Clementine shook her head. "No, they won't care. They never do. Anyway, my foster parents are usually out at work until late, so normally, I'm home alone. But that's okay. I like it better like that." she said.
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