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Seven Minutes
Rated Teen

A belated response to @antennapedia‘s Whouffaldi First Kiss Challenge: Does anyone remember the game Seven Minutes in Heaven?

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They were shoved, rather unnecessarily roughly, into a small, dark chamber. The door closed behind them, then seemed to disappear completely, edges fading away into seamless wall.

“Is this a jail cell?” Clara turned her head from side to side, the ends of her hair brushing the Doctor’s lapels. “I’ve had linen closets bigger than this.”

“Yes, well, the Ryzigian’s are very efficient when it comes to managing space.” The Doctor answered, reaching above them to find the ceiling. Clara could hear the pads of his fingers brush against it. He didn’t seem overly concerned with their imprisonment, more curious about the confines of the space, itself. “Though far too primitive to have figured out how to use dimensional transcendentalism,” he continued, “More’s the pity for us.”

He lowered both arms gingerly on either side of her to trail his hands along the wall behind her. “I doubt there’s an escape mechanism but it doesn’t hurt to check.”

The team they’d been travelling with had a diplomat on it, so hopefully this would all get sorted without an elaborate escape. Still, what else were they going to do to pass the time?

Well, Clara could think of a few things but she wasn’t exactly sure how a certain Time Lord might feel about that. She had a sneaking suspicion, from the looks and lingering touches they’d been sharing lately. But even those small signs were no guarantee and Clara hated to be wrong.

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