I Made the Fish

by Rachel2

The Doctor and Clara plummet into the atmosphere of an Earth like planet and find themselves fighting a creature from the depths that threatens the lives of the local population and possibly their own. Will the doctor lose Clara again? What lengths will he go to protect her?

1. Prologue

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I Made the Fish

- Prologue -

"What is it?" Clara's voice trembled.

The Doctor said nothing as he clasped a firm hand across Clara's mouth. He pulled her face against the crook of his neck, his mouth brushed against her earlobe. Clara took hold of the fabric of his jacket, wet and cold—her pulse raced. "When I tell you to, promise me that you'll run?" He exhaled the words barely audible.

Clara pulled away, and moved further into the small linen closet. Her dress was all torn up, her hair drenched, the long brown strands clung tightly to her flushed cheeks. She covered her bare feet with her hands, trying to keep them warm. The Doctor's face, outlined by pools of moonlight, poured in from between the wooden slots of the door, backlit and emotionless to her eyes. He waited until he could make out her reluctant nod.

Armed with his sonic and a wooden plank. In one swift motion, he burst from the closet. A bright glow filled his face—it revealed layers of wet muck, and blood. Clara bit back a cry as a translucent tentacle dropped from the ceiling. She watched as it and wrapped itself around the Doctor's left wrist. He looked back to her in anguish.

Clara pushed herself up and sprinted past the doctor. A horrible whale echoed from behind her. Clara's heart stopped as her right foot gave way. She could feel herself falling—this was it, the end. She could feel it.

"Doctor!" She screamed.