Prologue

A/n: Hey guys! First and foremost, thank you guys so much for reading! It's been a while since I've published something so please forgive me for my unpolished writing. Secondly, this story takes place in between Hell Bent and The Pilot for the Doctor. Last off this story is named after a song by Colony House. They're really good and I encourage you to look them up.

"What's the point if I keep losing control.

I'm as dark as night again

Come and find me if I'm laying low, don't let me go no

You've got to catch me before I break"

Follow Me Down by Colony House

The TARDIS always seemed to know what the Doctor needed. That wasn't necessarily always what the Doctor wanted, but it was always exactly what he needed.

He tried to keep that in mind as he landed in the wrong place for the umpteenth time in a row.

For some reason, the TARDIS had an aversion to the entire country of Belgium, because each time he'd try to land there he'd end up some other place on the planet. His latest go at it had put him in southeast America.

He leaned over the hexagonal control panel and peered into the monitor. It was a gloomy day. Rain poured down in a thick curtain that prevented you from seeing twenty feet in front of you. The date on the monitor read September 17th, 2017. On the opposite corner of the monitor the location Nashville, Tennessee, United States, Earth shown in Gallifreyan.

He ran a hand through his ever greying hair. Definitely not Belgium. Of course not Belgium, that would be too easy.

The Doctor slammed his hand down on the console and the TARDIS quivered in response. He knew why she wasn't letting him go there. It's because of who was there.

The Impossible Girl

It had been six months since the diner incident and he'd spent every moment of those last six months trying to track her down. Not sleeping, barely eating, using every resource in time in space trying to find her. And finally after six long months he had a lead.

A photo of Clara in front of the Atomium popped up on the Wikipedia page for the 1954 world fair. Of all the places he'd searched apparently Wikipedia hadn't been one of them. So now he had a date and a place. He was so close that the hair on his arms were standing up. But the TARDIS wouldn't let him get there. As if his time with Clara was a book and the final chapter had already been written. But the Doctor would be damned if he let fate decide when his time with her was done.

He ran over to one side on the control panel and began furiously typing in the coordinates for Brussels, Belgium, 1954 when he heard the door to the TARDIS swing open.

Oh crap

He peered his head around the console to see two people, a man and a woman, standing in the doorway wide-eyed.

"Who the hell are you," the Doctor questioned, accent flaring.

Bevvie hated doing inventory. Like really hated doing inventory. Out of all the jobs that the crew of the Mercury had to do, Inventory was probably the worst. She could stand loading and unloading. It was a lot of heavy lifting but that wasn't too bad. She could even stand doing dishes because it was only a six person crew excluding herself. But doing inventory was so freaking time consuming. Company policy stated that inventory had to checked before docking, while docked, after the unloading transaction, then after they'd left port. This run through was the last, and after three other times Bevvie was REALLY tired and wanted to get back to her quarters for a warm bath.

On top of all that, the cargo hold gave her the creeps, which was strange. Bevvie wasn't the easily scared type. When she was a young girl on Korros, Bevvie was the fearless tom boy - not scared of anything or anyone. There was just something off about the dimly lit cargo hold. As if a monster from one of those old cheesy horror movies was going to hop out from the shadows and tear her limb from limb.

She kicked herself, it was childish to be afraid of the dark.

She tried to focus on the insanely dull task at hand. She scanned another barcode on one of the crates with her inventory device. According to her screen the crate contained, packs of cigarettes.

Oh God how good that sounded. She hadn't had a cig since the Mercury had left Korros four months ago. She considered getting a pack at the last place they docked, but ultimately decided against it. Her big sister Lucie had been begging her to stop for ages. "Those things will end up killing you," she always said. When she left Bevvie promised her sister she'd quit by the time she got home.

But One more pack isn't going to kill me.

With that thought in mind, she flipped the lid of the crate open and cut the plastic holding all the different packs together. Carefully she extracted one pack from the hundreds that were packed together. She held it up close to her face and started scrutinizing the cover. The artwork on the pack made it look like a playing card, showing an ace of spades. Bevvie always thought it was funny, the way they branded the things.

Suddenly, Bevvie got the feeling that something very bad was about to happen. She almost called for help, but she couldn't it was if some cosmic terror was preventing her from speaking. She began to run back to the door, but she didn't make it. A searing pain shot up Bevvie's leg - a pain that felt like her flesh was being ripped from the bone. The shear pain of it caused Bevvie to lose her balance and she fell face first onto the cold metal floor. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. Maybe it was shock or maybe there really was supernatural force trying to ensure her demise. The pain had spread now, moving from her leg up her hip and reaching her mid stomach.

The burning sensation was already too much for her to bear and it hadn't even reached her arms yet. Bevvie began to feel the black specs of unconsciousness tickle the back of her skull. Her eyesight began dimming as she surrendered the fight of staying awake. The last thing she saw before she went unconscious was the cigarette pack laying next to her.

Lucie always told me that these things were going to kill me.

A/n: So what did you guys think? Like I said this is my first fic in a while so it's probably really unpolished. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and tell me what you think. Questions are also very welcome! Next chapter should be out soon. Love you all!