Hello again readers! I got to say that I hadn't intended on continuing this story as it was just meant to be a one shot originally. I'll keep adding chapters if I can, but I make no promises. To those of you who added a review thank you! There is no better feeling knowing that someone liked your story enough to leave a comment. Now on with the story, GERONIMO!

~Clara~

This was all the Doctor's fault.

She couldn't count the number of times she had thought this since meeting the eccentric man by chance, over the phone no less, but it never lost meaning. Ever since she came back home from her most recent travels with the Doctor she just couldn't stop thinking.

About Furbies.

Stupid. Multicolored. Furry. Child's toy.

Furbies.

And it was all the Doctor's fault.

Sure she had laughed about it at first. In front of the toy store she was just so sure the Doctor had been mistaken. About the toy. Not about the missing children on milk cartons. But after dragging him back to the TARDIS and practically forcing tea down his throat did things return to normal. Or as normal things could get with a time and space traveling alien. Had it been anything else, the incident would have been forgotten for the British woman. But that would have been much too easy for the life of Clara Oswald.

As a school teacher she had taken many a toy when dealing with children who a.) weren't paying attention b.) were being punished or c.) weren't even supposed to have them in the first place. She had taken toys from simple marbles to the latest hand held devices. Cell phones were also becoming more of a problem despite the fact that her students shouldn't even be old enough to have one to begin with! Today's parents really need to think things through.

This particular day though she had taken the one thing that forced her to think about the Doctor's words again and again. The children were outside for recess leaving their teacher alone at her desk. Starring at the blue and green furry toy with unmoving eyes. She picked it up, shook it, tossed it in the air, and poked it with her pen. The Furby remained as it always was, a non-living toy. She was provoking a toy and it was all that stupid man's fault. Clara felt like a paranoid idiot.

"Just a toy. It's just a toy!" she muttered, hoping to convince herself to leave the thing alone.

"Clara who are you talking to?" a male voice said form her doorway.

Looking up from her desk she found the sixth year teacher, Dennis Thatch, standing there with a confused and concerned look on his face.

"Dennis! Hello, um, just talking to myself I suppose. Can I help you with something?" she asked as she took the Furby from the top of her desk and quickly shoved in into one of her desk drawers.

"Just about some papers we talked about during the last staff meeting was all."

Clara happily engaged the man and pushed the toy from her mind. Dennis and her had talked until her class returned from recess and lunch. Her day passed in the usual fashion of lessons and questions and groans when she assigned homework. She only realized that she hadn't thought about the Furby at all until the last bell rang, releasing the children to their waiting parents. All but little Abigail Jones, who sheepishly approached her desk. The little blond girl had always been shy to the point she didn't really talk to the other children and rarely spoke in class. For these reasons Clara understood why she would bring a toy to school, it was the only thing she felt comfortable or confident enough talking to.

"Miss Oswald, um, c-could I have my toy back?" she asked in the softest voice that Clara almost missed what she had asked. Knowing that she wouldn't get Abby to repeat her question she guessed it was about the Furby. Opening her bottom drawer she withdrew the toy and put it on the desk in front of the girl.

"Abby, I know we all like our toys, but how about we leave this at home from now on okay? I'm sure your friend would like to be at home with your other toys instead of boring old school."

The girl nodded quickly, but wouldn't make eye contact. She just grabbed the toy and held it close, as if she were scared it would be ripped away otherwise.

"Thank you Miss Oswald."

Abby turned to leave, but before it was completely out of her sight, Clara thought she saw the toy's eyes narrow at her. It was just a second, but she was sure that was what she saw. Before she could do anything to confirm it, Abby had left the room, taking the Furby with her.

Not realizing she had gotten up at all, Clara slowly sank back into her chair, mind spinning. Did that really just happen? Or had the time with the Doctor finally make her just as paranoid as he was? Groaning she put her head in her hands at the feeling of an oncoming headache.

This was all the Doctor's fault.

~Outside the School~

Abby Jones had settled herself inside her mother's car, placing her school bag in the seat next to her with the Furby on top so it could also see out the window. When her mother asked about her day, the ever quiet Abby spoke loudly and quickly. She didn't even notice the Furby's eyes coming on, nor did she notice it looking back at the school with a glare that shouldn't be found on any toy. It was a look of anger, of annoyance, and one filled with a dark promise. Destruction of the human that had almost taken it away from its victim.

The Furby's eyes glowed.