Lady A: Hey everyone and welcome back to Soul of the Doctor! I know I just posted the prologue a few hours ago, but I simply couldn't resist typing up and posting another chapter so here we are! Thanks to all those who faved, followed, and reviewed! Much love to you all! You guys are the greatest!

Also, I hadn't realized it when I posted the prologue, but this is a story with the Twelfth Doctor and I posted it on the Twelfth. Talk about irony.


Brief Recap: Artimes, a normal Whovian living in a small town, was killed during an armed robbery while protecting a little girl named Clara and her mother. Then everything goes haywire afterwards and the start of a new journey was about to begin.

Looking Forward: Artimes appears in the Tardis, having no idea how she got there. She must then explain herself somewhat briefly to Vastra, Jenny, and Strax. The Twelfth Doctor is having some issues after his volatile regeneration and Clara is in an emotional upheaval. The ginger haired woman then has a conversation with the prehistoric lizard woman detective.

Now on with the show!


Chapter One: Prehistoric Crashing


A woman with crimson red hair and sapphire blue eyes awoke harshly, her side crashing into a railing of some kind. Artimes Blaine, Whovian extraordinaire, looked around in intense confusion and completely not understanding what was going on. There was an older looking man with salt and pepper hair and dressed in what looked like the contemporary version of Victorian clothes and a brunette woman with a long sleeve sweater and a skirt, both tryign desperately to hang to the central console.

The ginger blinked several times trying to comprehend what she was seeing because it was completely impossible. She slid against the railing until she landed against some kind of console, crying out in pain. This caught the man's attention and he turned to look at her briefly.

"Who are you?" He demanded his eyes caught between joy and confusion.

"Artimes Blaine. Call me Artz." The red head answered trying to sit up.

The man was the Twelfth Doctor and the brown haired woman was obviously Clara Oswald. The ginger was currently in the Tardis, Eleven's silver and blue tech desktop from the looks of it. Her addled mind could only conclude that she was in the events directly before the episode called 'Deep Breath'. She had no clue how she got here because she was pretty certain that she had died from bleeding out from several gunshot wounds to the chest and abdomen.

She couldn't dwell on it any longer because Clara made her way over to her and hoisted the confused red head to her feet. They managed to stagger and weave back over to the central console, each girl trying to hold on for dear life as the ship bucked and shook.

"You can't run from a dinosaur in a police box!" The brunette shouted as several consoles sparked or exploded.

Artimes took one look at the controls in front of her and she decided to follow the feeling in her gut. She started flipping switches, cranking levers, and pushing buttons, her mind and hands seeming to know exactly what to do to fly the Tardis. The ship bucked a bit when it collided with something and the ginger had the stinking suspicion that they had just lodged themselves in the T-rex's throat. She needed to get them out of there before they were swallowed completely.

She ran around the console, locating the dematerialization lever, and throwing it down hastily. The engines began to groan with their usual noises, but then both girls had to duck for cover when several more consoles exploded, sparks flying in every direction. The entire room spun several times causing the girls to scream in surprise and a tiny bit of panic. Artimes lost track of the Doctor and Clara when she was thrown away from the central console and hitting a side console rather hard. She blacked out upon a impact, her body sagging to the floor in a crumpled heap.

After a few minutes, she began to come to, only to groan in immense pain. Her entire body was aching from the rough ride, none more so than her right arm, side and thigh. She rolled onto her stomach and forced herself onto her hands and knees. She started coughing, her eyes stinging with tears from the smoke she was breathing in.

"Extractor fans on." She ordered as she rose to her feet, swaying slightly.

There was a whirring sound as the fans activated, sucking away the smoke and allowing her to breathe better.

"Oh, that worked. Brilliant." She commented looking around the badly damaged Tardis, immediately noting that neither the Doctor or Clara were inside any longer.

Her eyes filled with sadness knowing that this would be the last time that she would see Eleven's final desktop. Eleven was her second favorite Doctor with Ten being her absolute favorite followed by Nine then Eight. She leaned against the console, trying to understand what had just happened to her. How was she alive when she had died and how did she come to be on the Tardis?

Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her face. She was with the Twelfth Doctor and he was freshly regenerated from the fields of Trenzalore. He needed her, because Clara would be too upset to truly see him. Artimes knew it was still him, that he was still the Doctor, and he really needed some support right now. She started moving towards the doors, hissing slightly in pain. She would be covered in bruises later, but she didn't care. She had to get to the Doctor. She opened the doors and staggered out, momentarily dizzy from the intake of fresh air.

"Who are you, boy?" The potato dwarf demanded.

Yes, in her mind, she called him potato dwarf because he honestly looked like a potato and he was short. The ginger glanced briefly at Strax before looking at the prehistoric lizard woman, Vastra, and her wife, Jenny.

"My name is Artimes Blaine. You can call me Artz. Long story short, I suddenly appeared in a crashing Tardis. I'm from a parallel world where there is a story about the Doctor so I know a lot of about his past and a little bit of his future." The red head responded trying to ignore the pain she was feeling.

She then looked around and caught sight of the unconscious Timelord and Clara kneeling next to him.

"Doctor!" She cried out rushing over to the pair and kneeling down by his side.

She brushed the dirt of his face and from his hair.

"Poor thing, you are covered in dirt." She commented softly, "We need to get him indoors and into bed."

The small group rallied around the unconscious Timelord and proceeded to leave the area with him in tow.


Clara and Jenny were eavesdropping next to the door, their ears pressed against the wooden surface. Artimes was leaning on the wall, opposite of the door, with her arms crossed. She was rather tired from lugging a not so light man up two sets of stairs. Suddenly, the door opened, surprising the two women, and revealed the Twelfth Doctor in a night shirt.

"Who invented this room?" He demanded as the ginger uncrossed her arms and walked up to him.

Clara and Jenny took that moment to enter the room while Artimes gently pushed the Doctor back into the room, closing the door with her foot.

"Doctor, please, you have to lie down." The distraught brunette begged.

The Doctor wrapped an arm around the red head's waist, surprising her, but she wasn't about to complain.

"It doesn't make sense. Look, it's only got a bed in it. Why is there only a bed in it?" He asked his Scottish accent rather thick.

Artimes smiled at him as she removed herself from his grasp and faced him properly, her eyes alight with amusement.

"It's a bedroom, sweetie. That's why there is bed." She answered her voice mimicking his accent.

It was a natural talent of hers, copying accents. She had actually fooled a Londoner into thinking she had lived down the road from him because her accent was so good. The Doctor's eyes connected with hers and she felt the blood rush to her face. He was looking at her like she was the most important thing to him in the whole of creation.

"Ok, what do you do when you're awake?" He asked much calmer than he was before, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You leave the room." Jenny answered like it was obvious.

The Doctor gave the maid an incredulous look, his hand sliding into the ginger's effortlessly.

"So you've got a whole room for not being awake in? But what's the point? You're just missing the room!" He replied moving around a bit, keeping the ginger with him, before suddenly gesturing wildly to the nearby mirror, "And don't look in that mirror, it's absolutely furious."

Artimes giggled and he smiled slightly at her, seemingly happy that he had made her laugh. She grabbed his other hand to keep him from moving around so dramatically.

"Doctor, please, you have to lie down, you keep passing out." Clara pleaded pushing the ginger away and forcing the red head to relinquish the Timelord's hands.

Artimes frowned at that, feeling rather disregarded, but apparently the two thousand year old alien did not like being separated from her because he was back by her side in an instant. Almost like he was drawn to her like a magnet.

"Well, of course I keep passing out, there's all these beds!" He ranted making the red head cover her mouth to quiet her laughter, "Why do you keep talking like that? What's gone wrong with your accent?"

The ginger haired woman snorted, trying to keep her laughter from spilling out and the brunette glared at her in response.

"Nothing's wrong with her accent." Jenny countered confused.

"You sound the same. It's spreading. You sound all…English. Now you've all developed a fault!" He exclaimed making Artimes laugh despite trying to hold it in.

She then moved to face him once more. She cupped the left side of his face with her right hand, his eyes connecting to hers immediately.

"It's alright, Doctor, but I do believe that Vastra needs your help with something." The ginger stated in a perfect Scottish accent.

"Finally, someone who can talk properly." He replied taking the hand holding his face and kissing the back of it.

The crimson haired woman blushed slightly, taken aback by such a tender gesture, but continued on with her plan…well, more like the scene from the show. She signaled Vastra to sit on the bed and she did so while Artimes guided the confused Timelord over to the lizard woman.

"She's having difficulties sleeping." The red head continued making him sit on the bed.

She released him and stood by the window, tuning everything out until the inevitable happened. She smirked when she heard the soft thump of the Doctor being rendered unconscious. She glanced over at Vastra who was smiling at her with humor dancing in her eyes.

"I love monkeys, they're so funny." The lizard woman stated cheekily as they started putting him to bed properly.

"Oh, I see! So people are monkeys now, are they?" Jenny asked slightly insulted.

"People are apes. Men are monkeys, right Vastra?" The ginger clarified her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Quite right, Artz." The lizard woman responded chuckling slightly.

They finished putting the sleeping time traveler to bed and Clara knelt down beside him.

"So what now?" She asked.

"He needs rest." Both Artimes and Vastra answered in unison which oddly enough the lizard woman didn't seem to mind their brief synchronicity.

"So what do we do? How do we fix him?" Clara demanded.

Her questions sparked the red head's anger, her eyes narrowing dangerously at the brunette. There was nothing to fix. He wasn't some sort of broken machine. He was a living, breathing being and she made it sound like her favorite toy had been rebuilt and she didn't like how it looked.

"Fix him?" Jenny echoed not understanding.

Vastra glanced at the crimson haired woman briefly, seeing her clenched fists and her sapphire eyes burning with anger. She would need to handle this carefully to avoid unleashing the ginger's temper.

"How do we change him back?" The brunette demanded.

Artimes went completely rigid at those words, her jaw clenching tightly. Her eyes were cold from her rage and she appeared to be five seconds shy of slapping the brunette. Jenny glanced nervously at the lizard woman that was her wife and they both looked over at the completely silent red head.

"Jenny…I will be in my chambers. Would you be kind enough to fetch my veil?" Vastra requested moving to stand next to the red head.

"Why, are we expecting strangers?" Jenny asked confused.

"It would seem…there's already one here." The lizard woman answered leading the crimson haired woman from the room.

Once they were in the detective's chambers, Vastra focused solely on the extremely angry ginger.

"Artz." She stated gaining the woman's attention immediately, her eyes snapping to the detective's.

"How could she say that? It's still him. He's still the Doctor. It's like she can't see him. How could she say that?" The red head demanded tears beginning to form in her eyes from her anger.

"If you know as much as you claim, Artz, then you will know that regeneration for a companion is a rather traumatic experience for them." Vastra answered quietly and calmly.

"I wouldn't be this angry if it was anyone else, but Clara knows about his other selves, his past regenerations. She was there…at Trenzalore, inside his grave. She was inside his timeline, Vastra! She has seen all of his different faces, but right now she is acting like a hypocrite!" Artimes snapped the tears slipping down her face.

The prehistoric lizard woman regarded the woman before her and came to the conclusion that the crimson haired woman truly cared for the Doctor, had always cared for him, and always will. The two thousand year old alien was blessed indeed for having the love of this remarkable woman. The detective was almost jealous of the ginger's devotion to the Timelord.

"It is clear that Miss Oswald is currently unable to see the Doctor for who he is which means that he is in need of someone who can see him. Given the knowledge you have displayed, you know him very well…well enough to be his companion and his friend." Vastra replied coming over to the woman and cupping her face, brushing away her tears, "Be with him now. Do not leave his side. Show him that there is still one person who sees him, knows him, and believes in him."

Artimes smiled slightly, the tension fading from her posture, and nodded her head. She turned to leave and hissed in pain, falling against the wall. The lizard woman quickly examined her and discovered dark colored bruises along the ginger's right arm, side, and thigh. She batted the detective woman's hands away, a look of annoyance on her face.

"You try piloting a crashing Tardis while being chased by a dinosaur. Not exactly a Sunday picnic." The red head stated cheekily.

Vastra chuckled in response, smiling slightly at the ginger's attempt to lighten the mood.

"Might I suggest that you rest upon returning to the Doctor's chambers. You'll need your strength if you are to keep up with him." She commented.

"He does like to run a lot, doesn't he?" Artimes asked the question completely rhetorical and not requiring an answer in the slightest.

She smiled at the prehistoric lizard woman before leaving. To be quite honest, a nap sounded like heaven. She felt like she could sleep for a week without waking for anything.


Lady A: There you have it! Chapter One: Prehistoric Crashing is complete! So did you like how it went, because I certainly did. I absolutely love how the entire episode was written for this story. It's just awesome. Anyways, leave tons and tons of reviews and be on the lookout for Chapter Two: Rooftop Scramble! Stay tuned!