Clara found herself being thrust through the timestream once more, into a busy street in London. She didn't know where she was, or who she was. Just that she had to save The Doctor. She'd been doing it for ten incarnations or so already. But to save him, she first had to find him. Looking around the busy street, there were crowds and crowds of wasn't going to be as easy this time around, by the looks of it. She gave a frustrated sigh, folding her arms. That man. That impossible man. All of a sudden, the large screen above the city came on, and on it appeared a man. Clara somehow knew this man, all the information in her head told her he was Harold Saxon. The current Prime Minister of Britain.
"This country has been sick," he was saying, "This country needs healing-"
I don't have time to listen to this drabble, Clara thought, I've got to find The Doctor. Just as she thought those words, Harold Saxon caught her attention once again.
"What this country really needs right now, is a Doctor" he said, staring right into the camera.
Clara took her gaze back up to the screen. The Prime Minister was grinning. She eyed him. Could it be? Could it be that the Prime Minister was talking directly to The Doctor? Possible. Find Saxon, find The Doctor, she thought. She rushed herself down the street, but then she felt a swish as three other people rushed by her.
"Hey!" she shouted after them.
Then she noticed it. That long brown trenchcoat. She'd recognise that coat from awhile away. It was him. That was The Doctor. And if she was going to save him, she needed to be with him. So she chased after The Doctor and the other two people. She followed him to a small street, where he and his friends had entered one of the houses. Clara snuck around the side of the house, peeping through an open window, to see what was going on. The Doctor was certainly there. But she couldn't very well just walk up to him. Not with those two with him. And certainly not now, that would be breaking in. How, then? she tthought. She had to wait until he was alone. Plus, the reason she was here was because The Great Intelligence stepped into his timeline to destroy it. So she had to wait for Mister Great And Almighty to show his ugly mug. Because that would mean doom for The Doctor. That's why she was here. A fanfare broke Clara's train of thought, and she watched as The Doctor turned on the television to reveal Harold Saxon making an announcement.
"Britain, Britain, Britain," he was saying, "What extraordinary times we've had. Just a few years ago, this world was so small. And then they came, out of the unknown, falling from the skies. You've seen it happen"
The television suddenly showed clips of disasters that had happened, which Clara had small recollections of saving The Doctor from.
"Big Ben destroyed," Saxon continued, "A spaceship over London. All those ghosts and metal men. The Christmas star that came to kill. Time and time again and the government told you nothing. Well, not me. Not Harold Saxon. Because my purpose here today is to tell you this. Citizens of Great Britain, I have been contacted. A message for humanity from beyond the stars"
Suddenly, a large silver shere appeared beside the Prime Minister...And it began speaking.
"People of Earth," it began, "We come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship"
"Ooh, sweet," Saxon said, "And this species has identified itself. They are called the Toclafane. And tomorrow morning, they will appear. Not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species will begin"
"What?" Clara asked herself in a whisper as she continued listening.
"Tomorrow, we take our place in the universe," The Prime Minister went on, "Every man, woman and child. Every teacher and chemist and lorry driver and farmer. Oh, I don't know, every medical student?"
Clara noticed the look of worry on The Doctor's face, and saw him turn the TV around...to see sticks of explosives stuck to the back.
Clara gave a gasp, stumbling backwards.
"Out!" The Doctor screamed, grabbing a laptop and rushing his friends out of the house.
Clara quickly rushed herself out of the garden, jumping behind a car as the first floor of the house explodes, as a massive fireball smashes the window. She turns her head to look at the house, now aflame. Oh my God, she thought, that could have been me. I could have been part of it.
"Martha?! What are you doing?!" she heard The Doctor's voice.
Clara peeked her head over the top of the car, and noticed the girl he was with was having a heavily worried conversation with somebody. She glared at the scene playing out.
"We've got to help them!" The girl said to The Doctor frantically.
"That's exactly what they want!" The Doctor said, "It's a trap!"
"I don't care" The girl said, storming over to the car.
Clara stumbled back as the girl got in the car, followed by The Doctor and the other man, and then sped off right in front of her. Rolling her eyes, Clara looked around, and spotted a brick from the house that must have been blown over. She picked it up, and hoping the car beside that one had no alarm, smashed it's window. To her surprise, it didn't. She reached in, unlocking the door, and proceeded to climb in and speed after The Doctor's car. She followed around some rough corners, until they ditched the car. You're joking, Clara thought. She ditched her own car and continued pursuing The Doctor's group. She followed them from a safe distance under a bridge, and stopped when sheheard the girl yell, "Let them go, Saxon!"
Saxon? Clara thought. As in the Prime Minister? What is happening? What has he done?
She watched as The Doctor snatched the phone from the girl, saying "I'm here", and walking ahead of them. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but it was meaningful. And sorrowful. She knew that face. Then all of a sudden, he turned to look at a security camera. He soniced it, and the three friends once again started running. Clara ran after them once again. As darkness descended, she had managed to follow them to an alleyway, which she had lost her breath at. Standing a few feet away, leaning on a wall, out of breath, she decided she would give up for the night. Sliding down the wall, Clara gave a yawn and fell to sleep. She woke up to a bright morning, and then realised that she'd fallen asleep. Giving a shocked gasp, she ran up to the alleyway and saw it was empty. Of course she'd missed him. Running towards the long bridge, Clara cursed to herself under her breath. Too locked in her thoughts, she didn't noticed the other woman in just as much of a rush as she was and they bumped into each other. Clara stopped, brushing her hair back as she looked at the woman. The woman was older than her, and had beautiful long ginger hair. She seemed new but a little familiar. Had she seen this woman before? Did she meet her in a different incarnation of The Doctor's? She hardly remembered her previous lives, if at all, so she just shook the feeling off.
"Sorry" The woman apoligised.
"No problem" Clara said, smiling awkwardly.
"Bit of a rush" The woman added.
"Yeah," Clara said, as she darted her eyes around frantically for any sign of The Doctor, "I'm a little busy, though"
Clara noticed the woman's eyes had widened. What was her problem? Had she just offended her? What a way to react to a stranger being busy, she thought.
"Is that a problem?" Clara asked her.
"You're about to get a whole lot busier" The woman told her as she looked to the sky.
Clara followed her gaze to see tens and thousands of those sphere-shaped aliens that were on the TV descending down onto Earth.
"Oh my God" she said.
"They're here" The woman replied.
And at that statement, the spheres opened up revealing sharp metal things, and began chasing everyone. Two came straight for Clara and this woman.
"This way!" Clara said, grabbing the woman's hand and leading her away from the bridge.
Well. This just made it harder to find The Doctor, she thought. She was being chased by a sphere-shaped alien with a woman she didn't even know.