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Zoe stared at the girl. To say that the young astrophysicist was shocked would be very much an understatement. She had met him not but a week or so before they returned to Earth to deliver the dead and have their program cancelled permanently. In London…? So he had been there recently. Zoe felt a slight pang of grief that she had missed the funny little man. He was so strange after all… those weird things he’d say, the funny way he’d take Jamie by the hand when the Scot was afraid. It wasn’t often that Zoe regretted decisions she’d made.
“Why didn’t you go, though? I would have jumped at the chance. You seem like you would have, too.”
She shook her head silently. “I can’t remember why I didn’t…” Zoe said thoughtfully. The little girl didn’t know her very well, but it was alarming for Zoe not to remember something. “I must have other duties… other obligations,” she reasoned. “But it’s best not to dwell too deeply on the past.”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? To be given a second chance,” she said wistfully, walking down the sidewalk with the small child. She listened as Clementine told her to grab life with both hands, and a gentle giggle escaped from her lips. “Maybe we can find him together, huh? Two clever girls to give him a run for his money.”
“I was wrong. You aren’t just clever, you’re the most intelligent girl there is.”
Her cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you. The Doctor’s nearly as clever as I am,” she teased, but the words felt familiar to her, and that made her uneasy. So she remained quiet as they continued towards the university. Soon, the rather large campus was upon them after a brisk walk.
She listened silently as the girl explained that her foster parents didn’t care much for where she was. “I’ve never had a little sister before. You’re welcome to visit me any time you get bored or lonely or whenever,” she said. She opened the doors and led Clemmy to the campus cafeteria. “You can order whatever you like,” she said. “And then we can go up to the science labs and I’ll show you my room. My roommates should be visiting their families. We’re on break,”
“I can’t remember why I didn’t…” Zoe said thoughtfully. The little girl didn’t know her very well, but it was alarming for Zoe not to remember something. “I must have other duties… other obligations,” she reasoned. “But it’s best not to dwell too deeply on the past.”
"That's true." Clementine agreed, careful not to make her any more uncomfortable that she could sort of tell the girl was now.
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? To be given a second chance,” she said wistfully, walking down the sidewalk with the small child. She listened as Clementine told her to grab life with both hands, and a gentle giggle escaped from her lips. “Maybe we can find him together, huh? Two clever girls to give him a run for his money.”
Clementine giggled. "We so should." she said. "I'd demand he take us with him, because for me, I haven't really got anything left on Earth that I'd miss that much. And I bet you'd like to come with us, to study stuff on other planets." she said. It was kind of a little-girl daydream, but honestly, she believed that they could make it happen. One day, somehow.
“Thank you. The Doctor’s nearly as clever as I am,” she teased, but the words felt familiar to her, and that made her uneasy. So she remained quiet as they continued towards the university. Soon, the rather large campus was upon them after a brisk walk.
"Are you okay?" Clementine asked gently, giving Zoe's hand a squeeze. If Zoe did that 'I'm fine, no worries' thing, Clemmy wouldn't push it, but she was just curious and a bit worried at the sudden silence, that was all.
“I’ve never had a little sister before. You’re welcome to visit me any time you get bored or lonely or whenever,” she said. She opened the doors and led Clemmy to the campus cafeteria. “You can order whatever you like,” she said. “And then we can go up to the science labs and I’ll show you my room. My roommates should be visiting their families. We’re on break,”
"I've never had a big sister before, either. And I will do. You seem really nice and I like talking to you." Clementine agreed with a bright smile. "I might have a bottle of water or something. I've got some money to pay for it." she said. Then she nodded. "Okay, I'd like to see your room." Clementine agreed.[/size]
There wasn’t anything left for her on Earth either. Zoe looked pensively ahead of them. She always had her studies to finish, but if she could get hands-on experience and garner knowledge from that, what use would a doctorate have for her? Although admittedly, ‘Dr. Heriot’ did have a ring to it. “You think he would take us if we did find him?” she asked, glancing towards the little girl. “I bet we could find him. If he’s almost as clever as we are, I’m sure we could give him a few puzzles to solve,” she grinned.
“Are you okay?”
Zoe nodded. “Sorry. I sometimes start getting caught up in my own little world,” she explained. It wasn’t much of a lie – when she started thinking about something too deeply, she did tend to zone out and ignore people around her.
“I’ve never had a big sister before, either. And I will do. You seem really nice and I like talking to you,” Clementine said. Zoe nodded and looked around the cafeteria, going to the ordering line. “I might have a bottle of water or something. I’ve got some money to pay for it.”
Zoe shook her head. “No, don’t worry. Big sisters pay for their little sister,” she explained, ordering what she usually got and, when Clementine had ordered, she dug in the pocket of her rain slicker for her slightly damp wallet. She gave the man the money for the food and showed him her student card and carried the food over to one of the tables. She sat cross-legged in a seat and grinned at the girl. “The student center is usually so full that I just take my food and go to one of the classrooms or the flat to work.”
“You think he would take us if we did find him?” she asked, glancing towards the little girl. “I bet we could find him. If he’s almost as clever as we are, I’m sure we could give him a few puzzles to solve,”
Clementine nodded confidently. "If he was unsure, I'd do my cute face and insist. Nobody can resist my cute face." she said, giggling. Then she nodded. "I bet we could, together, us two." Then she laughed. "Good idea!" she agreed.
“No, don’t worry. Big sisters pay for their little sister,”
Clementine nodded and put her purse back, but when Zoe gave her the water she smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Zoe." she said with a smile. She sat next to Zoe and imitated her, sitting cross-legged. It was kind of comfy, she thought, as she undid her water bottle and drank a little, before putting on the top again and placing it on a table.
“The student center is usually so full that I just take my food and go to one of the classrooms or the flat to work.”
Clementine laughed. "I can imagine." she said, truthfully. "I'd probably go to my room to eat anyway; all that, like now or even if it was full, noise must make it impossible to work anyway."[/size]
Her cute face, huh? Zoe looked apprehensively at the girl, wondering how often she used her cute face to get her way. Zoe didn’t rely on such things - if she wanted something, she would very clearly and logically present her argument until there was no other point of view besides her own. It often gave the person she was arguing against a reason not to like her, but Zoe wasn't much concerned with her popularity. As long as she was right, she wasn't going to let anybody convince her otherwise.
The girl seemed grateful for the bottle of water, which Zoe didn't think was something that was very special. "It's okay," she said easily, shrugging as she pushed her chips to the middle of the table so Clementine could share. "It's nice to eat with someone sometimes," she observed thoughtfully.
She nodded when Clementine said she'd much rather stay in her room anyway. "Well, after we're done here we'll go to the science labs and look over this." She pulled the leaves and flowers out, grinning.
"It's okay," she said easily, shrugging as she pushed her chips to the middle of the table so Clementine could share. "It's nice to eat with someone sometimes."
Clementine took a chip and nibbled on it thoughtfully. "Yeah, I suppose it is. Eating alone gets you peace and quiet, but sometimes it's good to have somebody to talk to while you're eating." she said, finishing her chip and swallowing it. "I always prefer to have company, but my foster parents don't like being with me." she said sadly.
"Well, after we're done here we'll go to the science labs and look over this."
"Okay!" Clementine said, her eyes shining brightly again. "I can't wait to see all the stuff in the science labs, but I promise I won't touch anything." she said. Clementine didn't want to break anything that could be precious, and she could be a bit clumsy even at the best of times. Of course, because she was a witch she could fix things, but she didn't want Zoe, or anyone else, to know she was a witch.
Zoe raised an eyebrow. Why wouldn’t anybody like this girl? “If they don’t like being with you, perhaps you should leave?” she suggested. That’s what she had done, wasn’t it? It had been more of her parents’ idea to send her off to the Earth School of Parapsychology. The administration there had recognized her potential and volunteered her for the Space Station mission. She’d escaped, far from those who didn’t like her. But she had a very unusual childhood – Clementine, although clever for a ten year old, was nowhere near Zoe’s intellectual level. Although Zoe could tell she was independent, she was still a little girl who wouldn’t be able to get by without parents.
“How old are you?” she asked curiously. If there was something that she could do to help the girl, then Zoe was going to do it! Even if the only thing she could do was to offer the girl a place to spend her days, Zoe wouldn’t mind having a friend. She didn’t care if the girl was only nine or ten; a friend was a friend. The Doctor had been at least fifty years older than her, and yet she’d felt as though they could be friends.
“Okay! I can’t wait to see all the stuff in the science labs, but I promise I won’t touch anything.”
Zoe shook her head, grinning as they finished their chips. She slid off the chair and waited for Clementine to stand as well. “How do you expect to learn if you don’t touch anything?” Zoe asked, taking their trash and throwing it in the recycling bins. “I’ll teach you how to use a microscope. It isn’t hard, Clementine,” she said, walking to the campus’ science building.
“If they don’t like being with you, perhaps you should leave?”
"I would, but I have nowhere else that I could actually go." Clementine said, shrugging. "I don't have any living family, and nobody else would take me in." she explained. "So I guess you could say I'm stuck with them."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 10." Clementine responded. "11 soon, actually." she added, grinning. She couldn't wait to be 11. She felt she would enjoy that sort of age, she wasn't sure exactly why. Clementine considered 11 to be her lucky number, for whatever reason. She just liked the number.
“How do you expect to learn if you don’t touch anything?” Zoe asked, taking their trash and throwing it in the recycling bins. “I’ll teach you how to use a microscope. It isn’t hard, Clementine,”
Clementine got up and followed Zoe. "My foster parents don't let me touch anything that's theirs because they assume I'll break it." she shrugged. Then her face lit up. "Thanks, Zoe!" she said, meaning for offering to teach her to use a microscope. "I'd like that." she told the older girl with a bright grin.
Zoe shrugged off the ten year old’s gratitude and took her hand. “It isn’t something to thank me for,” she said, smiling down at her although the girl wasn’t that much shorter. Zoe hurried up the stairs of the science department. She held the flowers loosely in her other hand as she reached the top floor. She came to a stop in front of one of the doors and removed her student card from the string around her neck. Zoe slid the card through the automated slot and the lock beeped green, unlocking.
She pushed the doors open and turned on the lights. “This is my favorite lab. It’s only open to the STEM students,” she explained, taking off her rain slicker and putting it on one of the tables. Her outfit was fairly bland underneath – a black jumper and pants with the bright green rain boots. Well, she was a maths major, not a fashion designer. She pulled out the bag of flowers and leaves and took a notebook from one of the carefully organized binders in the room. Her name was written in small, clear letters with thick black ink. ‘Zoe E. Heriot.’
Zoe handed the notebook to Clementine after flipping to a blank page. “The colored pencils are in a box behind the desk. You go get them and I’ll set the microscope up,” she said, unzipping the bag and cutting off a part of the leaf and putting it between the slide and the slip. She adjusted it under the eye of the microscope, turning the machine on. She put her eyes against the eyepieces, peering carefully and adjusting the tuners to see the image more clearly.
There were bright white lines throughout the leaf and several dark and light clumps. “Here, Clementine,” she said, looking at her with a smile. “Just move the small knob so you can see better,” she explained.
Clementine shrugged. "Well, I always thank people, no matter how small the favor. It's polite, isn't it?" she said, smiling sweetly. As they went up the stairs, Clementine's imagination wandered away. She imagined flying with Zoe, holding on to her hand...
“This is my favorite lab. It’s only open to the STEM students,”
Clementine nodded and looked around. "Wow, it's so posh...I'd like to work in here like you, someday." she said thoughtfully. She was already growing to like this place, and she was kind of already getting attached to Zoe as if they were sisters. Well, in Clementine's eyes, they were.
“The colored pencils are in a box behind the desk. You go get them and I’ll set the microscope up,”
Clementine nodded and went to get them. It didn't take her long to find them, and she carried the box over, putting it beside the notebook and making sure there was nothing on the little table that she might break.
"Here, Clementine,” she said, looking at her with a smile. “Just move the small knob so you can see better,”
Clementine nodded and looked through the microscope, gently moving the small knob as she looked at the leaf. "How come it has white lines, and a few dark bits?" she asked, looking up at Zoe as she stepped back from the microscope. "Is it something to do with it being wet?"
Zoe sat down on a stool, raising it up so she could just sit on her knees and lean over to look at the microscope. She took out a coloring pencil and slid it over to Clementine, taking out another one for herself. “Here, now we have to draw what we see,” she said. She narrowed her eyes in concentration as she carefully drew. Although she had a very high intelligence and was a bit of a ‘human calculator’, it didn’t mean that Zoe was perfect – but Zoe would insist otherwise. Her downfall was in her artistic skills. Or, honestly, her lack thereof.
The dark blotches were crazily squiggled, and the veins weren’t at all parallel or in any sort of pattern from nature. The colors were close enough to what it looked like naturally, but the rest of it was messy and unrecognizable. “How come it has white lines and a few dark bits? Is it something to do with it being wet?” Clementine asked. Zoe looked up from her drawing with wide brown eyes.
“Well,” she said, showing the girl her crude drawing of the leaf. “You’re sort of right. The white lines are the leaf’s veins. The veins are the vascular tissue of the leaf… they’re located in the mesophyll. I’m not very good at drawing venation,” she said thoughtfully, looking down at her own drawing thoughtfully. “The veins are made of xylem and phloem. They bring water from the roots to the leaves, and the phloem move sap.”
She smiled and went back to her drawing studiously. “The dark bits are chloroplasts.”
Clementine nodded and began, using her drawing skills carefully as she began to sketch the leaf. She nodded, concentrating hard but listening to what Zoe was saying. She nodded again and smiled softly to herself.
"Is it fun for you?" she suddenly asked as she was drawing. Then she realized Zoe might not know what she meant. "I mean, that you're more intelligent than everyone else, and you're smarter than everybody?" she explained.
"I mean, it would be fun for me, but you're different. I may be smart, but I'd give anything to know as much as you do." Clementine explained, and as she finished drawing she began carefully coloring in, making sure not to go out of the lines in any way at all.
Zoe stared at the little girl, then dropped her gaze down to her drawing. Was it fun for her? Was it fun for her to consistently score the highest grades, consistently outshine her peers? She was tempted to say yes, but it wasn’t always like that. There were some days that she almost wished that she was a regular sixteen year old girl, because despite her smug and confident exterior, sometimes the teasing did get to her.
She was, after all, more than just a human calculator or more than just the emotionless girl who could calculate the trajectory of incoming threats to the ship. “I mean,” Clementine continued, “it would be fun for me, but you’re different. I may be smart, but I’d give anything to know as much as you do.”[/b]
Zoe Heriot looked back up from her drawing. “It’s fun,” she admitted. “It’s fun to know more than anybody else. Sometimes it gets annoying because that is all anybody will see me as, but that’s okay because I like what I do.”
“I’d give anything to draw like you though…” [/size]
“It’s fun,” she admitted. “It’s fun to know more than anybody else. Sometimes it gets annoying because that is all anybody will see me as, but that’s okay because I like what I do.”
“I’d give anything to draw like you though…”
Clementine paused. Should she tell her? Maybe not here, not now. She needed to know if she was ever going to see Zoe again first. She shrugged. "It's just a skill I've picked up from my family." she said. "They were both good at drawing." she said. She lowered her head, drawing rapidly around the leaf until she'd got to the coloring stage again.
She'd drawn a forest around the leaf, and, her hand wrapping round the leaf's stalk to pick it up, was a carefully drawn version of Zoe, and in the background, a girl sitting on a bench, crying, looking very depressed. She pushed the drawing towards Zoe, knowing she'd recognize it.
Zoe nodded thoughtfully. She knew that skills had a chance of being inherited, although people weren’t born with the skills, they had a genetic predisposition towards them. She almost commented upon this, but masked the breath as a sigh instead. Clementine obviously respected and loved her parents, and Zoe didn’t want to accidentally make them into a clinical and objective study. “I don’t think either of my parents are,” Zoe said tightly.
All right, so she didn’t have the best relationship with her parents. “I’m not much like either of them,” she said, turning back to her own drawing. It was just a leaf with carefully drawn patterns – although ‘carefully’ didn’t quite mean ‘accurately’. Her teacher at least sympathized with Zoe’s plight of less-than-good artistic ability.
The girl looked up as Clementine pushed the paper towards her. Finished with her own drawing, she pulled the paper towards her and widened her eyes. “You’re very good,” she said, impressed. She could tell that it was Zoe and Clementine but… but why was Clementine crying? She certainly hadn’t been when they met. Not on the outside, at least.
“Can I keep it?”
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