Prompt by DaDoodFromCheers.
The Doctor and Clara sat by the lake and watched the double sunset. "You were right, Doctor," Clara commented. "It is beautiful." But he was gazing at the soft smile on her face and the wonder in her eyes. The gentle breeze stirred her hair. She was everything he loved about humanity.
Clara glanced over at him and laughed. "What is it, Doctor?"
"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have you," he said with a smile.
Clara was about to reply, but suddenly, the air was filled with loud static electricity. She stood up and whirled around. A bright red light filled the entire sky. "What's going on?" she shouted.
The Doctor pulled her close to him, fearing the worst. It looked like a portal from another dimension opening. He had only seen it done once before, and that had been a long time ago and a complete accident.
Three men, heavily armored and equipped with high-tech guns stepped out. "Finally," the man in the middle said. "We have found the one."
The Doctor pushed Clara behind him and held out his arms. "It's me you want," he said. "Let her go."
The man in the middle laughed. "We have no interest in you." He walked forwards, and The Doctor held his screwdriver out in front of him helplessly. Their technology was way more advanced than anything he'd ever seen, and his sonic screwdriver was useless against it.
"Don't do this," The Doctor begged.
The strange man clocked him over the head, and he blacked out.
Clara trembled in fear as the man roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the portal. "No!" she screamed, trying to wrench her hand free.
She was pushed through the portal and landed in a dark laboratory. Turning around, she attempted to fight her was back, but the men restrained her, and the portal closed behind them. "Doctor!" she screamed in terror.
One of the men took his helmet off. Though he was human, his eyes held no humanity. "You can forget about him," he said. "You're my little pet now."
"He'll come for me," Clara said defiantly. "And when he does, you'll all be dead."
The man laughed. "No one's coming for you, princess," he said cruelly. "Take off her clothes," he ordered the other men.
"No!" Clara screamed as rough hands were suddenly all over her, ripping every piece of clothing she had away from her. Shreds of fabric fell to the floor. Cold air hit her naked body.
"Take her to the back room and strap her down," he ordered the other men. "I'd love to break her in."
Clara struggled as she was manhandled down a dark hallway and into an even darker room. One of the men picked her up and slammed her down on a hard, cold, metal table. She groaned in pain. The men started grabbing at her wrists, and Clara flailed wildly. Still, the men managed to strap her wrists and ankles down.
She started to sob as the men left her alone. While she still had faith that The Doctor would rescue her, she had never been more terrified in her life.
The first man entered and approached her with a hungry look in his eye. "How are you today, my pet?" he cooed while groping her breasts.
"Screw you," Clara spat out between sobs.
He slapped her hard across the face. "Is that any way to speak to your new master?"
"You'll never be my master," Clara replied.
"We'll see about that," he replied venomously, unzipping his pants.
Clara knew what was about to happen. She fought in vain against her restraints as the man began stroking her legs. "Go ahead, fight," he encouraged. "That just makes it all the more fun."
As he entered her, Clara screamed.
The Doctor awoke to a pounding in his head. He stood up quickly, looking for the portal, but it was gone. "Clara!" he shouted, panicked. She was gone too. He sank to his knees. "No, no, no!" he screamed.
Whoever had kidnapped Clara had come from another dimension, which was something the TARDIS couldn't manage on her own. Which meant he would need help tracking her down, but he didn't know where to begin.
He made his way back inside the TARDIS and plopped down at the controls. His hands were shaking. "Help me," he begged, his voice cracking. "Please, just help me save her."
The TARDIS started to move, and The Doctor held his breath. He had no idea where he was going, or if his begging had even worked. When the TARDIS landed, The Doctor stood up and straightened his suit. He knew his face was a mess of tears, but there was nothing he could do about that.
Cautiously, he stepped outside. Armed guards surrounded him and the TARDIS. He held his hands up, showing that he meant no harm but eyes the guards suspiciously. They all seemed to be clones of the same person.
"Please," The Doctor said, his voice shaking. "I need help."
"Who are you?"
The Doctor looked up to see where the voice had come from. There was a large table before him, and more of the clones were seated at it. "My name's The Doctor," he said. "I'm a Time Lord from Gallifrey, and my friend has been kidnapped by someone from another dimension."
There was murmuring around the table. "What dimension are you from?" one of the clones demanded.
"I don't know," the Doctor admitted. "I can't travel between dimensions."
One of the guards pulled out a scanner and scanned him. "He's from C-137, sir," he reported.
"Then C-137 can deal with him."
Suddenly, the wheels clicked. These weren't clones. These were the same people from different dimensions.
"Are you sure, sir?" one of the table members asked. "C-137 is defiant. He likely won't cooperate."
"C-137 is emotional," another table member answered. "He won't be able to resist."
"Guards," the first table member asked. "Bring C-137 here. And don't forget his Morty."