Jigsaw – a Whouffaldi Fic – Part 2

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Author’s Note: This is just my own flavor of wishful thinking, pieced together with a few headcanons and ideas. Thanks to @longjackets and @veradune for proofing the early draft of this last night.  I hope it doesn’t disappoint.

Summary: Because some pieces can’t be kept apart forever.  Post- Hell Bent reunion fic.  Part two of possibly three.

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst.  Slight plot-twist.

Word Count: 2534

AO3 Link: Here

The chips aren’t hard to manage, but it takes three failed tries before Clara manages to coax a pot of coffee out of the coffee maker.  It’s a pretense, of course, it’s not as if she expects to drink the coffee or eat the chips, but it’s something to do.  Something to keep her occupied, to keep from running out the door of her TARDIS and into his.  She’s dumping out the last failed pot, a greenish liquid she suspects might be absinthe, when she sees the door of the police box across the street open from the corner of her eye.  Her lungs forget to work again, and she coughs hard.  She doesn’t look.  Not because she doesn’t want to, but because of how badly she does.

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