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"Now," the Cyber Planner said, glaring at her and turning red, "I have a chess game to finish," he said, poking her in the forehead for emphasis. Clara's eyes widening dangerously, "and you have to die pointlessly, and very far from home!"
Clara's eyes narrowed. This was definitely not her Doctor.
"Toodle-oo." he said, sarcastic and angry, waving at her. Clara stared at him for a moment. "Well, it'll all be worth it when the game is over, won't it? The Doctor will win. He always does."
She turned on her heel and walked one step in the opposite direction, when she felt the Doctor's hand tightly grab her wrist and pull her one step back. Clara gasped a little and turned around quickly. She couldn't tell whether he was the Doctor or the Cyber Planner, but he was staring at her with a calculated look in his eyes. Then, he quickly looked at his hand that was clutching her wrist and tried to pry his fingers off with his other hand.
"Let go!" he was shouting at the hand.
"What are you doing? Finish your chess game!" she yelled at him.
"I'm trying!" he spat through gritted teeth, "But your Doctor just won't let go!" He was fruitlessly trying to pry his fingers off her wrist still. The hand clutching her wrist was holding tighter now in resistance, and Clara's hand was going numb. She started trying to help the Cyber Planner by prying off the Doctor's hand. She gritted her teeth with the effort.
"Doctor, let go! I have things to do!" Suddenly, the hand that the Cyber Planner was using to pry off the Doctor's fingers grabbed hold of Clara's other wrist and slammed it down on the table too. Clara gasped again and started tugging her arms fruitlessly in the Doctor's grip.
"Why?!" the Cyber Planner shouted at the hands.
"What's the Doctor doing? What about the game?" Clara shouted at him, still trying to tug her hands free.
"GAH! I DON'T KNOW!" the Cyber Planner was tugging his arms now in the opposite direction. They were both trying to break free of each other.
The hands raised her wrists a little, and the Doctor's foot lashed out and kicked the chess table to his right, sliding it out from between himself and Clara. She yelped a little and was amazed at how the chess game was completely undisturbed. But, now with no obstacle between them, the hands dragged Clara towards the Doctor's body. Clara shrieked again in surprise and, having been looking at the chess board and not anticipating the Doctor's move, tripped and fell to her knees when he pulled her.
The Cyber Planner was looking at her angrily, but she couldn't tell if he was angry at her, or just in frustration.
"What are you doing, you idiot?!" The Cyber Planner screamed, "THE GAME!"
"Yes, yes, the game!" Clara agreed, putting her feet against the unmoving chair and trying to push herself away from him, "You have a chess game to finish and I have to die or something like that!"
At her words, the Doctor's hands pulled her closer to him, so that her hands were now on his chest and Clara was on her knees again. She looked into his eyes. They were still the Cyber Planner's frustrated eyes.
"What is he doing?!" he yelled at her, "What about you makes him do this?!"
"I don't know what he's doing!" Clara yelled back, tugging her arms again. But she couldn't move much without hurting herself.
"Doctor, get off, you're hurting me!" she yelled.
The Cyber Planner suddenly became slack-jawed. His eyes looked empty. Clara's jaw dropped a little, and she half-heartedly tried to tug her still-trapped wrists from his grip.
"D-Doc-" she started, before he leaned down and kissed her. Clara's eyes widened. His grip became relaxed and blood started flowing to her hands again. When he pulled away, he was looking at her with a tender expression on his face.
"Clara. My Clara," he said, pulling her into a hug.