Chapter 1: Nightmare in the TARDIS
The Doctor can feel his legs tightening up. Never in his ever-so-long life has he felt this kind of pain. He fell on the TARDIS floor, looking up at the ceiling. What's happening? He thought. He then realised what was happening shortly after. No...it can't be. Clara came into the console room soaking wet, looking at The Doctor.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." She said.
"Clara please….please don't do this." The words could barely escape his mouth. Every breath he took hurt his fragile lungs.
Clara started to tear up, "Doctor, you promised me. You promised!" She was filled with rage, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"I know, I'm sorry but there wasn't..anything i could….do." The Doctor could barely lift his head up to look at her.
"Doctor, look at me and tell me you can do something."
He was silent. Just staring at her.
"Anything!" She started sobbing now. Her voice filled the whole room.
"I can't." The Doctor finally replied.
"I didn't want to do this, but trust me, Doctor, I would do anything for him." Clara said as she pulled a strange device out of her pocket. It was about the size of a cell phone, and silver-ish in color.
"Clara…" The Doctor said. "Clara, be my pal...tell me...am I a..good man?" He was just trying to make her feel better, trying to convince her not to do it.
She was crying even harder than before.
"Yes, you are brilliant. And I'm sorry, Doctor, but if I don't do this i'll-" The Doctor interrupted her, "Then you'll what?"
It was a fair question. Clara didn't even know, herself, she just hoped that something would come to her mind.
She closed her eyes, pointing the strange alien device at the ceiling of the TARDIS.
"Clara, no!" It was too late. There was a flash of bright blue light.
That's when the Doctor looked around, he was at the school with Clara and Danny, still showing him the TARDIS. He must've zoned out, and the whole thing was in his head.
To be continued...