Running down the street. Emma turned to the small spaniel running along beside her. "We gotta keep running Sophie. He was right behind us." The dog barked and the pair kept running.
Emma turned down a dark ally, a small smile appearing on her face as she saw a blue police box at the end. "We can phone the police Sophie," she told the dog as she ran towards it. Approaching the box, she closed her eyes and hoped it was open. She was lucky. Emma gave a sigh as she pushed open the door and slammed the door behind her, turning to collapse against it.
She took a breath and opened her eyes, before she stared in shock. "This is not a phone box," she muttered as she pushed to stand. She wandered towards the centre unit, circling it whilst observing it deeply. "What is this?" She muttered to herself again.
She turned round, looking up the stairs when she heard voices outside the door. "Quick Sophie," she gasped as the dog jumped into her arms, and Emma ran down the stairs and through one of the doors into the corridors.
"Ew I feel so gross," Clara exclaimed as she stepped into the TARDIS, a sticky goo dripping of her clothes. The doctor followed her in, his clothes also dripping with the goo. "Right, I'm going to shower," Clara said as the doctor closed the doors.
She stepped forward, and all of a sudden a gush of warm water dropped over the both of them, washing the goo away. "Always wandered why you had drains either side of the entrance," Clara commented on a laugh, as they were blown dry with a blast of hot air.
"That's not the actual use but hey, I'm clean!" The doctor pointed out as Clara rolled her eyes and stepped onto the main console unit, before turning to go downstairs. Probably to her bedroom the doctor guessed. "I'm going to get changed," Clara said before she disappeared.
The doctor wandered to the console unit, swinging the screen around to begin typing the coordinates for Clara's flat, when a warning pooped up in Gallifrayan. "Unidentifiable human in echo room," the doctor mumbled, before he sighed and dropped his head onto the unit. "It's Clara you stupid machine!" He shouted out. "I know your getting old, but have you really forgotten who Clara is?" He mumbled again, Before he rushed down the stairs into the corridor to go and save Clara, from the echo room where the TARDIS had her trapped.
Emma heard voices, a woman's followed by a mans, then footsteps heading her way. She panicked, not wanting to be caught, so with Sophie tucked in her arms, she took of down the corridor. Emma turned the corner, and she came across a door. Looking behind her, where the footsteps were approaching, she gulped and pushed open the door. She sighed with relief when she noticed it was the room she'd come from, before she frowned in confusion. She hadn't gone round had she?
Her pondering didn't last long, as the footsteps got louder. "Let's go Sophie," she told the dog as she placed her on the floor, and rushed up the stairs towards the door, that had been blocked off. "No," she cried, as the dog barked. Emma pounded her fists against the concrete entrance until they were sore, red and bleeding in some places.
She turned round and fell to the floor, bringing her knees up and crying, as the dog curled up beside her. "I'm trapped," she sobbed. "He's finally gotten me. I'm trapped."
Clara made the familiar route to her bedroom humming along to a recent tune she'd heard on the radio. She reached her bedroom door, frowning in confusion when the door automatically slid open, revealing the console room. "This isn't funny," she muttered before she stepped in.
Luckily the doctor has taught her how to send messages from an echo room to the main unit, so he could put it right. She walked up the stairs and made a small noise of surprise when she saw a young girl curled up by the blocked doorway, sobbing.
Her gasp caught the attention of Emma, who looked up startled. She attempted to move backwards but cried out when she couldn't. Clara took in her beat up hands that were shaking as she gently approached the girl. "Shh," she soothed as Emma looked up at her tears brimming her eyes. "It's alright sweetheart, you're safe."
She got to the girl and crouched down in front of her. "Don't hurt me," Emma cried out, as Clara soothingly rubbed her knee. "I'm not going to hurt you," Clara looked at the girl, giving her a loving, motherly look. One the girl seemed to calm down at before she fell forward collapsing against Clara, as she wrapped the girl in her arms.
"Clara I'm so sorry," the doctor cried out as he rushed down the corridor, entering the echo room and stopping with shock when he saw Clara sat on the floor with a teenage girl clinging onto her.
"Clara why is there another human on the TARDIS?" He asked as Emma looked up and him, pulling back from Clara and curling back up. Her beat up hands reaching out for the spaniel that approached her, sitting by the child's side. "She's hurt," he muttered and gestured at her hands, not caring that she had snuck on board his ship.
"I'm sorry," Emma muttered. "I didn't mean to sneak on board. You see I was being chased by these men. I thought it was a police box. I was going to call for help." The Doctor gave a small sad smile. "It's fine, look little girl. Do you know where your parents are? Maybe after Clara has helped you clean up a bit, and taken care of your hands, we can safely drop you home."
Both Clara and the Doctor watched as Emma's bottom lip trembled again. "I have no parents Sir, those men chasing me. They killed them when I was little, been hiding since. But somehow they found me, and I haven't stopped running." Again they watched as silent tears rolled over her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "If I'm that much trouble, just drop me off somewhere, I'm sure I'll find some place else to hide."
Emma pushed to stand, the spaniel cradled within her arms. She went to take a step forward, but she stumbled. Falling into Clara's waiting arms. She burst into another round of sobs, before she curled up on Clara's lap. "Doctor," Clara said. "We can't let her go back out there. Those men, they'd catch her and I don't dare think about what they'd do to her."
The Doctor nodded at Clara's statement, and he watched as she ran her hand up and down the girls back soothingly. He then crouched down to their level. "Little girl," he spoke softly, "What's your name?"
Emma rubbed at her red, bloodshot eyes before she muttered lowly, "Emma, my name is Emma."
"Well Emma," the Doctor began, "This is Clara and I'm the Doctor, and from now on. We're not going to let anything harm you. Never again." Emma stared at him, before she leapt forward, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear, "Thank You."