A/N: decided to change the pairing
"Come on Clara... Where are you" He whispered as he frantically ran through corridors and hanging the screwdriver in air with hope to find Clara.
His Clara
He couldn't remember very well what happened before that moment. The Time Lord could only recall that madmen had forcedly dragged them apart opposite ways, and Clara was knocked unconscious, as was he. The Doctor woke up in a dull cell and somehow, just somehow, they hadn't touched anything from his pocket; the screwdriver or the TARDIS key. He was able to escape the cell in no time, determined to find Clara before it is was too late.
"Clara, hang on tight..."
Just then he heard a loud scream... Of someone in agonizing physical pain.
"CLARA!" His running pace increased, trying to deduce from where the sound came from. As he ran, the sonic buzzed even more peculiarly.
A cell... With an automatic door.
He soniced every edge of the door before he found the lock.
The Time Lord opened the cell. His eyes fell on an upright figure wearing the same things he did, with the same style of hair...
Oh God...
Then his eyes fell on a lying, bleeding figure in the corner just in front of the robot.
"No no no no... Clara!?"
He ran near Clara and held her head up, smoothing her hair, just as he had done when the spoonheads had first attacked her in the Maitland's home. He looked at his dormant robot duplicate which was gazing at a point in the wall above them, holding the penknife dripping with blood.
With Clara's blood.
"Clara. Please wake up. Don't leave me!"
She groaned.
"That's it, Clara. It's the real Doctor."
"Please, don't do it." She tried to kick and slither away from him, even if she was tethered to the wall in extremely short chains and in excruciating pain.
"I'm so sorry they did this. It's really me now, Clara. You must trust me Clara, I'm real!"
Clara was so scared of the Doctor... Her eyes ran wild, trying to find the best escape route from him.
"Hey, hey... It's really me. That was a robot duplicate." He helped her turn her head, tears trickling to her ears.
She then turned to looked at the closest Doctor in the eyes.
His eyes were tearing up, broken, and scared. Filled with unexplainable emotions.
'The real Doctor was there to help her.' She began hoping just a little.
She breathed a laugh.
Thought so...
Clara's eyes rolled back in her head.
"No no NO don't leave me Soufflé Girl! I haven't left you on Trenzalore, I won't let this happen!"
"The Doctor is detected." The clone talked in a robot like voice. "The Doctor must be killed."
The real Doctor hurriedly soniced her out of chains and hugged her, not minding that he was staining his blazer with her blood.
"Hold on, Clara. We'll soon get to the TARDIS."
The Doctor soniced the door as the robot was following them as if a human was pacing slowly after the pair. The door closed just as the Doctor and Clara had passed and the robot had its foot chopped off, leaving an artificial foot made of gel like stuffing, a skeleton and wires outside.
Human-like robot clone.
The Doctor called the TARDIS and it compulsively came at the end of the corridor.
As it took off, the Doctor rushed Clara to the Infirmary, the time machine groaned.
"Leave me alone, we'll argue about it later."
It groaned again.
"Can't you see that she's dying? I won't lose her after Trenzalore and you'd better stay quiet."
...
"Yes yes... I know you don't like her... But it's been better after Trenzalore... And you'd better get to like her more. She chose you after all... And that is one of the reasons why Clara likes you."
...
"Why the hell am I even arguing with you? 'I'm always right.' This time I needed you real quick. Of all the times that I've been chased by monsters and had to come to you by foot, can you at least just accept that Clara was going to die and needed urgent medical care?"
The Doctor laid her on the cold metal bench, almost lifeless.
Breaths... Fast paced and shallow.
He felt the pulse in her neck.
Slow... Not by very much, but relatively slow.
Oh, my Impossible Girl. What have I gotten you in this time?