A/N: I'm so so sorry it took me so long to post something. I'm going through a lot of school stress and writers block when it comes to completing the unfinished stories. But don't worry... I'll try to finish them ASAP.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this fanfic :)

"Doctor!" She shouted.

He looks.

Clara's Dalek started speeding down the corridor to the Doctor. At least, she was able to grab the Doctor's attention. All the companion had to do now was to get out of the dalek.

If only she knew how...

"This city is about to be sucked into the ground. Your own sewer is about to consume you. There's no way you can win now, nothing you can do. So just tell me - where is Clara Oswald?" He asked desperately.

"I'm Clara! I'm here!" She shouted. The Doctor was going to save her. Of course he was...

He replied. "I know you're a Dalek, where's Clara?"

The companion gasped.

The Dalek was translating her thoughts...

She had forgotten all about it...

"I'm Clara Oswald!" shouting at the top of her lungs, hoping the Doctor would hear her from inside the case. "Yes, you're a Dalek. Where is Clara Oswald?" He repeated. And so did she. "It's me, Clara. Doctor, it's me, I'm Clara, I'm in here!" Clara shouted. But it seemed impossible for her voice to penetrate the chunk of dalekanium metal surrounding her.

"Doctor, stop!" Clara looked at Missy, who had just arrived near the Doctor. The time lady was holding a dalek gun, probably to protect herself from all the raging daleks.

Thank God. Missy most probably knew that Clara was in there.

Missy turned towards Clara. "It's you, isn't it." She began. "No offence, you all look alike - but it is you, isn't it?" "Yes, it's me, it's me. Please, it's me!" Tears began forming in Clara's eyes as she shouted from the top of her lungs. She was so so scared.

She was going to move closer to Missy, but the latter pointed a dalek gun at her, which made her move a few steps back, being threatened by the Time Lady.

Why was she doing it? Clara wasn't threatening anyone.

Had Missy misunderstood?

No... It can't be...

Missy's look turned sombre before turning towards the Doctor. "Clara's dead, Doctor. And this is the one that killed her."

Wait...

WHAT?

"Do not listen to her. It's me! I'm Cla-!" Her voice broke... And so, Clara listened horrified as Missy took the chance and continued lacing her story with false details. "I got her out of the city, but this one caught us. Shot her down, there was nothing I could do I'm afraid." She was one hell of a deceiver.

"I'm Clara Oswald!" She shouted as Clara saw the Doctor, her Doctor, devastated, staring at her.

At Clara!

He looked at her... But he just couldn't see her.

Yet, Clara knew he was hearing a completely different story and was on the verge of believing. He was listening to the Dalek's own filtered voice, and Missy's imagination.

Please, please Doctor...

"She ran, she screamed. Oh, I'm glad you didn't have to see that." She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she never gave up. "I'm Clara! Please it's me, Doctor!"

"Oh, it's a mad one, isn't it? Almost like it's proud." Missy continued. But Clara never stopped. "I'm Clara Oswald, Doctor. It's me! It's Clara!" A river of tears streamed down her cheeks.

Please... Please... Just see me.

She noticed Missy, going just behind the Doctor, luring him into her trap, looking mischievously at the companion as Missy slipped the dalek gun into the Doctor's rough hand. The time lord, on the other hand, looked at the dalek with such anger...

"Kill it, Doctor. They're all going to die anyway. Indulge yourself, go on... kill. the Dalek."

Clara felt her blood run cold, her heart stop beating.

She couldn't believe it...

Clara's dalek took a few steps back, afraid. "Do not kill me! Don't kill me!" She shrieked.

The Doctor, insensibly, raised the gun, levelling it at the dalek. "Is Clara dead?" His voice was loud and threatening. "I'm Clara, I'm not dead, I'm right here." The hope in her voice was decreasing by the second.

The Time Lord enraged even more...

"I'm your friend. Your friend!" She breathed, as she heard the word enemy from outside; the dalek filter.

Just in the background, in her peripheral vision, she could see Missy enjoying herself with this entertainment, torturing them both against the companion.

Her Doctor steps forward, jamming the exterminator against the eyepiece.

He was ready to kill her.

"No, please, no don't." She breathed. Her heart thumped hard in her chest. Clara couldn't believe this was happening. Of course, the Dalek filter wasn't helping... It only said 'Mercy' whatever that could mean to a dalek...

The Doctor paused.

"... you shouldn't be able to say that." He said. Clara hastily drew a breath inward as her hope boosted up just a little.

Maybe she was going to live to fight another day.

"Mercy." She continued to think of the word that might save her life, being translated as rasp, robot-like phonics. "That word shouldn't exist in your vocabulary. How could Davros have taught you that?" "Mercy." Clara continued trembling.

Please please Doctor let me out of here.

The Doctor's eyes flick to the dalek's gun. "Why aren't you trying to kill me?" His tone of voice was still hard.

Clara's voice was on the verge of breaking. "Because I would never kill you. You are the last person I would ever kill." She saw the Doctor looking at Missy, as he immediately noticed there was something terribly wrong, that she was playing with his feelings.

"I put the gun down. Open your casing." The Doctor said. "How?" Clara frantically looked around the Dalek in search of a big red button which had the word Open written all over it.

The Doctor shot a glance towards the time lady.

A real dalek would have known how to open the damn thing.

"Just think the word open." She heard him say nonetheless. "It'll work."

Clara blinked the tears formed from her eyes.

The ordeal was finally over.

Her head just bowed down in tiredness, all the adrenaline wearing off in an instant.

No more shouting and begging for your life, Clara.

The companion felt a breeze of new air coming in as the Dalek casting opened bit by bit amidst the hissing of the machine. She did her best to look up at her best friend, which was absolutely horrified.

"Clara."

She saw the Doctor, her Doctor, wide eyed with a look of pain and guilt.

That look soon changed into absolute raging anger. "Missy. Run!" He barked

"Doctor." The word barely left her lips. Clara was still trembling with the fear she had inside the Dalek casing.

The Doctor hurried near Clara, throwing the dalek gun on the floor near the case. He kneeled in front of his companion, cupping his hands gently on either cheek, as if she was too delicate to be touched or disturbed.

"I'm sorry." He breathed, his voice a mix of anguish, guilt and sorrow. She could feel her bottom lip trembling just a slight bit. The Time Lord wiped some of her tears with his thumb. "Clara, I'm so so sorry." He repeated again. The companion would've wanted to tell the Doctor that it would've been fine, that he was still with her, that she was still alive.

But it wasn't.

It wasn't fine.

His 'friend' had almost killed her.

A knot in her throat forbid her to speak, her eyes couldn't stop leaking tears and she couldn't even move. Her hands wouldn't budge from their resting position; the arm rests. Her short fingernails had almost dug into them.

"See? This is why I gave her to you in the first place; to make you see." said Missy casually. "The friend inside the enemy and the enemy inside the friend. Everyone's a bit of both; everyone's... A hybrid." She accentuated the last word.

"I said run!" Said the Doctor, still holding Clara's cheeks, looking sideways to Missy.

"It wasn't me who ran, Doctor. That was always you." The time lord barely took cause of the time lady, thus the latter turned and made her way down the corridor, with a smuggish smile on her face.

As soon as Missy had left them alone, the Doctor turned his attention wholly to Clara. He couldn't bare looking at her enlarged eyes. They reminded him of what he was going to do to her, had she given up. He could still feel her trembling with fear, as he held one of the electrodes. "It's going to hurt. But it'll soon be over, OK?" He told her as he awaited her reply. She sniffed. "Please please just do it." She sobbed, eyes closed tightly, fingernails digging further into the rests. He hesitated; trying to think of another way to release her from the bonds without hurting her. But he could find none. So he pulled the electrode slowly off her temple, the companion relieving a suppressed whimper of pain. He turned to the other. "I'm going to take the other off OK?" She nodded hastily in reply. And so the Doctor took the other off with gentleness, still being careful not to hurt Clara more than he had already hurt her when she was still trapped inside the case. She immediately threw herself in the Doctor's arms, sobbing heartily.

He didn't pull her away. He couldn't. So he let her hide her face as the Doctor brought her closer to him and smoothed her back. After all, he needed to hide his face from all the anguish he felt. He was angry with himself. "I'm so sorry, Clara. I didn't..." He stopped as soon as he felt Clara digging her fingernails in his hoodie, clutching it in fists, her knuckles almost changing colour to white.

The Doctor soon did his best to pull Clara away from him after the trembling had somewhat calmed down. Not because he hated hugging... Had he been given the chance, he would have kept her with him, feeling his companion breathe against him, knowing she was still alive, even if she was far from psychologically OK. "Clara, we have to get out of here as soon as we can." The Doctor wiped the new tears that trickled down her saucer eyes.

The companion did her best to nod, only if slightly. "Are you able to run?" He said. "I think so." She said, trying to calm herself down to normal.

She flung herself onto the Doctor, desperate for another hug. "Thank you Doctor for holding onto my life." She breathed into his jacket. Clara soon felt the time lord's hands travel up and down her back. Another tremble under their feet. "I'm sorry I have to say this, Clara. But we haven't got much time." She released herself from the hug feebly, looking at the Doctor. He wasn't angry with her, oh far from that! He was guilty. Very. Very guilty. He was almost too ashamed to look at her.

But Clara slipped her hand in the time lord's, who took the dalek gun from the floor, held both Clara's hand and the gun tight in his hands, pulling her from the casing and so they ran.

A/N: yes... This part was only a deeper Clara pov... Don't worry... It's only just beginning *smirks* Hope you enjoyed it and any feedback (here or even pm would do :)) is appreciated as always! Thank you!