Clara was tired...not kinda tired...really, properly exhausted. It had been one of those days at Coal Hill and all she wanted to do was crash on her pillow and shut out reality, replacing it with a dream world or restfulness. As she turned the key in her frontdoor, however, she heard the familiar thurmming noise and realised he future did not involve sleep. Don't get her wrong she loved the travelling and the endless wonder that the universe provided but just once in a while she would love to stay in and watch a film...
"So where are we off to this time Doctor?" she asked, walking into her now, rather crowded living room. (The Police Box seemed to fill half her living space) The Doctor didn't respond and Clara looked up as she moved the coffw table to slide past. He wasn't there. Usually he'd be ranting and raving about some distant planet filled with endless adventure but this time there was only she pushed the TARDIS door open, presuming he was having one of his mystery phases and believed she was already on board.
When she entered the first thing she noticed was the quietness. The TARDIS always seemed to be making some odd sounds and the Doctor would mostly be talking. It unnerved her slightly as she made her way through the console room.
"Doctor come on I am not in the mood for this!" she shouted, hoping he would show himself soon but still there was no reply.
Ok Clara, nothing to panic about he's just taking a joke to far because that's what he does, she thought to herself, not really convinced. The worry began to increase and she felt as though something bad had happened to him. There was no evidence of any struggle but then again how many times had they fought an enemy so cunning and clever that it wouldn't leave any signs. Clara took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She could hear him now listing of a number of idiotic reasons why she was jumping to the wrong conclusions. That made her feel slightly better if only for a moment.
She climbed the steps to the bookcase gradually getting more and more worried about the Doctor. He knew she would be terrified by now and would have appeared to calm her down. Just then the doors slammed shut and she felt the TARDIS take flight. She was thrown off her feet and thats when she noticed the motionless body of the Doctor beside her. He had a nasty gash to his forehead and appeared to be unconscious. She ran over to him desperately feeling for a pulse but had no idea what was normal with the binary nature of his anatomy. A thousand thoughts ran through her head at once and she was not able to process the full extent of problem that now lay before later there was another jerk and the TARDIS landed. Where..she had no idea but the Doctor needed help and that forced her down the steps towards the doors. She had no idea what lay beyond them but if te Doctor was in danger then nothing else mattered. She pulled them openbut immediately wished she hadn't. There standing in front of her was one of the most horrific things she had ever encountered. She didn't get to see it for too long though as something hard hit her on the head and her world dissolved into darkness...
A/N: This is my first Doctor Who Fic so let me know whether to continue :)