Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I probably ever, own Doctor Who.
Thankyou to my awesome beta rycbarm123 for beta-ing this chapter :)
"Where to next then?" Clara asked, spinning around the console.
"Where do you want to go?" The Doctor fired back quickly.
"I dunno; somewhere safe, but-" Clara began, but was silenced when the next minute she found herself being thrown against the console. The TARDIS shook violently for several moments, before suddenly jerking to a halt; causing both the Doctor and Clara to be thrown forcefully onto the floor. The Doctor ran straight to Clara and pulled her up from the ground, running his hands over her to check if she was alright.
"What on earth was that?" Clara yelled, swatting his hands away.
"Honestly? I'm not sure." The Doctor replied, reluctantly moving away from her towards the console and examining the scanner.
"So, where are we?" Clara quizzed.
"Don't know, but the TARDIS seemed very determined to bring us here; wherever 'here' is." The Doctor stepped forward, and Clara joined him, grabbing his hand. However, the Doctor didn't rush towards the doors. Instead, he turned to face Clara with concerned eyes. "No, Clara, you can't come."
"Why not?" Clara asked indignantly.
"You know very well why not. I'm not risking either of you getting hurt." The Doctor stated.
"Stop being over-protective. I won't get hurt – you won't let me – and I'm much safer with you than stuck in this moody old cow. Who knows what she'll do to me!" Clara said exasperatedly, waving her arms around and dropping the Doctor's hand.
"Fine. But if I tell you to do something, do it. Straight away with no arguments." The Doctor said firmly. Clara nodded, and the Doctor gripped her small hand tightly before both took the few short steps to the doors. "Geronimo."
The Doctor and Clara each pulled a door open, to reveal a small, dimly lit room.
"Well, this is slightly anticlimactic." The Doctor said, stepping out of the box and dropping Clara's hand to take a quick look around the room. Clara stepped out next to him, and looked around, also deeming the room a little boring.
"Right then, nothing to see, now let's go." The Doctor declared, turning back to the TARDIS
"No way; the snog-box must've thrown that bad a tantrum for some reason. I want to find out why." Clara replied, walking to the only door in the room and trying the handle. The Doctor huffed slightly, before he whipped out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it at the handle. He unlocked the door with a buzz from the sonic, before turning to Clara and holding out his hand. She took it, and the Doctor turned back and pushed the heavy steel door open.
The Doctor and Clara found themselves in the middle of a dark corridor, and they looked both ways to check that no-one was there before stepping out and closing the door behind them.
"Which way do we go?" Clara asked, her eyes scanning the corridor.
"Left. No, right... How about we flip a coin?" Clara rolled her eyes at the Doctor's antics and simply dragged him in the direction of his first choice. "Left then, ok. I wonder what we'll find down here."
They continued walking for a while, checking the doors on either side. Some appeared to be store cupboards of some description, whereas others held weapons and yet more stored clothing. There were also a few rooms that held scientific equipment, and some had what looked like hospital cots in the centre of them.
"This is giving me a terrible sense of déjà vu."
