A/N: Ahhhhh I'm backkkk with another chapter. I get even more excited to post a chapter from this story which I truly love (even if I haven't written it all yet xD)

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The Doctor and Clara looked over Skaro as the planet was starting to crumble to pieces. The Doctor looked at his companion. "Are you alright?" He tenderly said, as his finger traced the small cut hidden under her fringe. She looked at the Doctor, at her Doctor. "Yeah, of course." She tried to smile to mask all the feelings and all the pain and all the fear she held inside her. But what the Doctor saw was a sad smile, her bottom lip ever so slightly trembling. So the time lord wrapped an arm around his companion whilst holding a dalek gun in the other, he pulled her closer to him, but she never back away. She felt safe now.

They both walked in the TARDIS, and took off just before Skaro ingulfed them, amidst the sound of shrieking daleks crying out 'Exterminate'.

The companion slumped on the jump seat as a faint throbbing lurked into her skull.

"You're finally back, nitwits." They heard a voice from the above level saying. "Glad you've escaped the daleks." said the Doctor sarcastically as he started flipping switches on the console. "Come on Doctor, no need to be angry at me." The time lord, needless to say, started feeling quite the opposite of what she said with this remark. He was angry. Very angry. He was a nanometer short to explode in a heap of anger. "After all..." Said Missy as she kept on reading her book on the lounge on the top floor of the console room. "I did give her back to you."

The TARDIS had let her in and waited for the others to come. "You tried to kill her. Use me to kill her." Said the Doctor, clinching his fists. Their words, especially the Doctor's anger hit the companion's mind with force, throbbing. She held her head in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut. But she never said a word, or let out a whimper. She continued suffering everything in silence.

Clara was never one to make a fuss, especially after getting injured after so many adventures. It was almost normal to get injured in some way or another... be it cuts and bruises, broken bones and tiredness and sore muscles. Another reason was that she never wanted to be considered as a weakling. Not only to herself and others, but also showing the Doctor what a girl worthy of the title of companion she was. She wanted to be strong, just as the Gallifreyan.

"It was hardly my fault." Missy slug. "It was just my way of getting out alive; both me and her. I kept her safe disguised as a dalek, whilst I was outside, having to deal with them all. So, you're welcome." The Doctor punched the console, which made Clara jump. "Safe?" He shouted. "You convinced me to kill her. You knew she was in there!"

"I told you, Doctor. It was a surprise. I had not idea she was in there." Missy continued, still with her defiant tone.

"You should leave, Missy." Said the Doctor as he angrily pushed buttons on the console and inputting coordinates... "Go where?" Said Missy as she closed the book, placed it on the shelf and sat up. The Doctor pulled down the lever. "Let me take you to your coordinates..."

Missy looked at Clara with a small, mischievous smile on her face. And soon saw a golden opportunity.

The Doctor noticed the time lady before he could finish entering the coordinates on the console and turned. When he saw his companion hunched, holding her head, the Doctor's eyes widened, he forgot his anger and ran towards her before kneeling in front of her. "Clara?" He placed his hands over hers as the companion sobbed quietly.

Very quietly.

The Doctor kissed her hair. "What's wrong?" He asked. Clara slowly opened her eyes which, needless to say, were the reddest and most inflated he'd ever seen them. The companion looked feebly at the Doctor, still holding her head. "It hurts." She sniffed. "It feels like it's going to explode." Her eyes closed once again as another throb made its way through her mind, sending sparks of agony.

The Doctor scrambled through his inside jacket pocket and took out the sonic sunglasses, frantically wearing them and sonicing his companion, sending a buzzing sound which echoed through the console room. "The connection with the dalek may have effected your neural cortex. The pain is instant when the wires were connected to your telepathic range but it eases out slower when taken off. The brain is still trying to repair the damage done." The time lord removed the sunglasses, placed them back in the pocket and rested his palms on Clara's arms before pressing a hard kiss on her forehead. He was sure that Clara hadn't heard the explanation for the pain she was feeling. But he continued to speak nonetheless, hoping she would be soothed by his words of comfort. "I promise, I'll fix you, Clara." He breathed in her hair. "Am I going to become a dalek?" She breathed. He pulled away from her, looking into her vulnerable doe eyes. "No, you won't Clara." He placed a palm over his chest. "Hand on my hearts." Clara's thin lips curled into the weakest smile possible, as did the Doctor's. Such a moment did not hold for long though; the companion hissed as another wave of pain aroused, closing her eyes. The Doctor hugged her once again, head to his chest, breathing in her hair. "It'll be over soon, I promise. I promise." He repeated as if to ensure that he would keep the promise given, before being interrupted by his archenemy (his first archenemy, actually).

"But should it be this painful, Doctor?" Missy asked as she slowly stepped down the stairs with utmost delicacy, having a weak evil smile on her face. "It's going to be fine, Clara." He continued comforting her but soon turned to Missy. "I said 'Get Lost'!" He shouted. "Ow." Clara whimpered as the Doctor's loud booming words made the headache even worse. "Oh I'm sorry, Clara. I'm so so sorry." The Doctor breathed as he smoothed her hair as he was frantically trying to find out how to calm his companion. He hoped that Clara wasn't listening to his heartbeat; it was a frantic tattoo... Anything but calming.

He soon heard yet another small whimper from his friend. "Please please, make them stop. Not again. I don't want to turn into a dalek." "Clara, don't worry, it's not going to happen." He whispered. But Clara kept on repeating the same chant. "No no please. I'm human. I'm human. I am not a dalek."

The Doctor's hearts shattered as his eyes widened and filled with tears. The last time he had heard Clara repeat those same exact words were during dreams of her human echo; a human converted into a dalek. The girl who had saved him from eminent death under the hands of arguably his oldest and greatest enemies. Those dreams had become much rarer, and less physically painful. It's been years since Trenzalore, but it seemed like they had gone back to the moment just after Clara's sacrifice.

He turned to look at Missy, shocked and angry at the same time. She simply shrugged. As the Doctor turned his back towards Missy once again, the latter's thin lips curled back into a smile. "Please please Doctor stop this!" Clara pleaded, more like a shout of pain. Her tone of voice broke the Doctor's heart. "Make them stop!"

Such despair.

"You did this Missy." He desperately said to her, before turning to look at the time lord. "Why why when all I try to do is help you?"

He turned back to his companion.

"Clara..." Nothing.

"Clara?" He tried to slip his palm under hers to try and plunge her into a deep sleep which would hopefully calm her. His hands hadn't even made their way under hers; the girl calmed down slowly, opening her eyes before they rolled in the back of her head and soon slumped on him, relaxed, cheeks laced with tears.

"Clara? Clara!" The Doctor soniced her as her head rested on his shoulder.

She was very properly knocked off. Her brain had been overworked.

"Why did you do this to her?" He said as the Doctor smoothed her hair and dried her cheeks. She looked so relaxed, so peaceful. "What did she do to deserve it?" "She's the puppy who obeyed. Not my problem." Said Missy as she put her hands on her hips. "Did she even have a choice?" He held Clara in his arms. The Doctor took her palms and knitted her fingers behind his neck before heaving her up delicately. "Don't worry, Clara." He whispered. "I'll make you better." The Time Lord pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Clara Clara Clara." Missy teased. The Doctor left the console room to medbay without even taking cause of his fellow Gallifreyan. Missy ran after him. "You pamper her too much, Doctor!" She shouted from the other side of the corridor. She didn't even bother to continue running after him, and he didn't even bother to hear.


A/N: Mwahahahaaaaaaaaaa... A cliffhangerrrrrrrrr xD (I am so so sorry) Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! Any feedback is appreciated and till then, take care!