The Warning Song

Part 1

A Possible Doctor Who Episode

By: Cutegirlmayra(Hey, so, my friend convinced me to do a ClaraxEleven fan fiction. And though I wanted to wait a bit to learn more about Clara's character, I knew in my heart that with all the new fans with her, that I couldn't miss the growing need for a love story. This is not a love story… but a love adventure! There's only just one requirement, that you feel it's epic beyond compare!)

"Clara, Clara? Where are you?!…. Can't even keep a decent location mark on this-" As the Doctor swung in his seat with his engineering goggles strapped tightly on him under the Tardis's main control room, he scanned with his handy, dandy sonic-screwdriver around to try and get a fixed location of Clara's energy waves.

However, before he could get a good reading on any humanoid energy pattern, Clara swung her head into view and smiled cockily at him from the stair case that led down to his location. "Yes Doctor? What is it? What's wrong?" she asked with sincere concern, but a touch more curiosity.

"Ah, there you are, you tricky kitty. Where have you been, eh? I thought I told you to get me that Zippity-zappy contraption from the storage." the Doctor took his goggles off and looked directly at Clara while talking before something sparked wildly next to him and made his focus turn back to the Tardis.

"Oh.. Right… I couldn't find it." Admitted Clara, not really moving a inch, but having a confused and a bit disappointed look on her face.

"Couldn't find it? But I even drew it for you!" the Doctor again looked to Clara, and the same sparks began to fly all around him. "Alright, Alright! Calm down, old girl. Stop demanding attention, no need to get jealous." the Doctor turned back to the Tardis and began to work on her again.

"Not the tool, silly. The storage. And did you just call your spaceship a girl?" Clara began to finally move down the stairs with a bounce in her step, before standing a little ways away from the Doctor and having a funny look on her face to him. "Seems you have a strange fetish for mechanical time instruments…"

"Beg your pardon, Clara. But the Tardis is a breathing, living thing!… minus the breathing, I'm pretty sure it doesn't do that…" He put the goggles back on but the sparks flared up again and he took them off again. "Oh, I get it." smiling, he turned back to Clara with blushing cheeks. "I think she likes to see my eyes!" he turned back and started working again.

"Doctor…" Clara rolled her eyes and swung her arms around as she walked over and leaned down against some stacked up boxes of tools the Doctor had laying around. "Where are we going next anyway? Since Las Vegas didn't really work out so well."

"Hey, that's not my fault!" the doctor looked up at Clara again before down and back into the matrix of the Tardis. "Minor miscalculation,…. either that,… or she knew better than me…"

"Come again?"

"Oh nothing, listen, Clara!" the doctor jumped hurriedly off his swing and began to toss his contraptions that he used as tools on the new Tardis into the boxes. "I have a brillant idea!" he dashed up the stairs. "Come quickly!"

Clara giggled and then sighed, "Well, finally some action around here." Clara quickly followed him upstairs, "I was beginning to think you'd work on the Tardis for forever-…" As Clara made her way up to the top deck, she noticed the Doctor's sly grin on his face. "…Doctor..? What are you planning?"

"Clara," the Doctor swung his foot up and down on the ground cutely as he looked to the floor and then up to Clara again. "Did you know I danced with the first Queen of England? Before she went all… religious." he flipped out his sonic-screwdriver with a go-lucky grin, and moved away from the Tardis slightly. Then, flashed it on as the Tardis began to play old ballroom dancing music.

"Oh? Did you?" Clara had a curious but witty look on her face, as if sensing where this was going.

"Well, Well, Doctor. I wouldn't have thought a clumsy man as yourself would be such an exquisite dancer. Tell me your secret. Oh, and Doctor, no excuses." Clara turned gracefully as the Doctor and her danced an old English dance.

"Well~ I did spend sometime in the old Balls of Victorian London's aristocrats. Nothing really to brag about though…" he suddenly dipped her, making her let out a shockfull "Oh!"

"Or are there..?"

"D-Doctor! This is a little much isn't it?"

"Much? Now asking you to dance the salsa, or the cha-cha, possibly even the tango would have been much." he moved her back up and let her go. Tugging on his coat and then fixing his bow tie, he slyly added, "And the Macarena was suppose to be plan B."

"Good second."

Suddenly, the Tardis stopped playing the music and instead seemed to blink it's lights.

"Doctor, what is that?" Clara moved to the Tardis's monitors. The Doctor rushed to it but Clara had beaten him to it. Having a mini tissy with his hands and arms as he noticed Clara had taken the one he was going for, he quickly diverted to the secondary one on the other side. Sliding across the sleek floor and then moving the monitor to face him, he studied the screen. "Doctor?"

"I know. It's a signal placed as a written riddle. Or at least, that's what it's translating too.." the Doctor tapped and then flicked the screen. "It seems to me.. Like I've got mail." he slightly chuckled.

"Mail? Out here in space?" Clara moved around the radius of the Tardis to stand beside the Doctor and examine his side of the monitor. The Doctor took a quick glance at Clara and then dashed to the other monitor, causing Clara to be confused and run to him again, almost rushing into him.

"Yes, even space has a type of Email." The doctor explained.

"So… is it junk mail?" Clara inquired.

"Oh Clara,… space doesn't have 'junk' mail…." the Doctor tapped the screen again as it changed slightly. "Red Warning" the Doctor read, then put his fist to his lips, contemplating it. "….Hmm…" he dashed over to his other monitor, repeating the words, "Red Warning… Red warning…"

As he did so, Clara looked at him from the other side, "Well… what does it mean?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Clara looked at him, dumbfounded. "You mean you honestly, really don't know?"

"Yes, Clara. That's what I said."

The Doctor rushed back to some buttons and flipped some other do-hickeys and ran to the opposite monitor near Clara again.

"So…Your properly stumped then." Clara smiled, and turned around, leaning on the side of the Tardis's round panel. "Well, it was bound to happen I suppose."

The Doctor looked up, a slight glare and disgust in his face, "What was bound to happen?"

"Oh you know, the smartest man in the universe being stumped and all. I just didn't figure it would happen this early…."

"What? Now you listen here…" the Doctor pointed an accusing finger at Clara, waving it around as he approached her in long strides before the Tardis's lights started blinking again. "Ohhh…" he ran back to the monitor as Clara giggled. She looked to the floor and then scrolled her eyes up as she noticed something funny on the Screens around the Tardis showing the galaxy outside from them.

"Doctor..?"

"Not now Clara, I'm receiving the same message… strange. We should only be receiving this signal if we're close to the source, but… checking the background of the signal,… the signal ends after the message is sent. It's so fast, I can't track it. Unlike most signals, this one doesn't stick around…" the Doctor placed his hands on his hips, making his coat move slightly back as he pondered quite hard while staring at the foreign message.

"Doctor."

"There must be someone sending it!" he quickly pushed more buttons again.

Clara rolled her eyes and quickly fast-stepped over to the doctor. "Eh? What are you-?!" the Doctor was then pulled by the scruff of the Doctor's coat near his elbow as she pulled him along and finally pointed to the window screen. "Clara, I'll have a witty argue with you later, right now I-" she squished his face with her fingers, making him shut up as she moved his face to where her finger was pointing. The Doctor looked stunned as he watched one of the star's blink exactly three times.

"…It's red…" Clara spoke up suddenly, letting the doctor's face go and folding her arms, smugly.

"And it's Blinking… exactly three times…" the Doctor took one step toward the screen, cautiously. "And it's a warning." he turned around and pulled a lever. The Tardis shook as it began to move.

"Woah! Doctor!" Clara waved her arms around, trying to gain balance, as she lunged backward for the Control panel for support.

"Red is for the star, Three is the warning!" the Doctor concluded. "Get ready, Amy!" the Doctor suddenly shouted, slamming his palm on a big button that glowed red as the Tardis moaned and spun off toward the Star.

"Amy..? Whose Amy..?" Clara moved up, wiping her hair back and puffing out some breath to get some lose strands out of her face.

"Oh… Sorry… old habits." The Doctor was on the ground, also moving his hair back and getting up, then rubbing his hands together. "Righty-ho then." he looked back at Clara, "Let's investigate!" he saw Clara struggling to get up and "Oh!"ed as he quickly ran over to her help her up.

"My apologies, Clara. I forgot your not used to the Tardis's, sometimes, rough landing."

"Offph! Sometimes?" Clara exasperatedly let out.

"There, there." The Doctor kissed his hand and then smacked it on her forehead. "No harm done, the Tardis just seems to not be quite fond of my new tinkerings."

"You sure it's your 'Tinkerings' and not your new 'Assistant'?" Clara stumbled up as the Doctor opened the door and walked out.

"'Assistant'?! Oh, Clara, come on. The Tardis always likes my companions." just as the Doctor finished the sentence, Clara had made her way right to the edge of the Blue police box when the door, forcefully, slammed against her and literally pushed her out and to the ground. The Doctor turned around, with an innocently unaware smile on his face, before freaking out and scrambling to help her up again. "Oh dear! And you called me the clumsy one?"

"Doctor… your 'Girl' Tardis seems to-"

"Hold on…" the Doctor sniffed the air, "Huh, this Star seems to be more of a planet. Heh, get a load of that Clara, a Starish planet! And it's blinking!"