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There was something unreadable and wild in the Doctor's eyes as she charged back into the Tardis.
Clara leapt to her feet, she took one look at the other woman's expression and her stomach dropped, "Doctor? What happened? Are you alright..."
Storming up to the console, she took one breath before settling her features. Turning with a smile, she nodded, "Yes, yes, everything is fine. Now." Placing her hand on the controls once more, she blinked away the last remnants of her rebellious tears, "Righty ho then! Let's go to... Ancient Greece!"
As the doctor leapt for the Tardis door, she felt something snag her coat and propel her the rest of the way towards the Tardis. Looking down at the brown trench coat, she realised it was pinned to the Tardis door by a spear. "Bollocks!" Seeing the charging soldiers, she quickly grabbed the sonic screwdriver from the pocket, jumped out of the coat and into the Tardis; slamming the door with a loud bang. Clara hung from the railings, gulping in air like crazy, "What just happened back there?!"
The Doctor looked back to the doors indignantly as she began to fiddle with the console, "I have no idea! They didn't get this offended the last time I... oh! Right, female; I really must remember that!" A loud bang came at the door, spinning Clara yelled, "Get us out of here!"
"Working on it darling!" A large explosion of sparks rained down on them from the central control panel. Jumping out of the way, both the Doctor and Clara found themselves being thrown over the railings to the floor below.
With a groan, the Doctor sat up. her eyes widened, as she yelled, "Ah!" Popping up, the she swung herself onto the floor of the central platform. Stroking the controls with loving care, she whispered, "Are you alright?"
Clara stumbled to her feet, "What?!"
Frowning, the Doctor gave an exasperated sigh, "I wasn't talking to you." Almost skipping around the consol, she ran her fingers over a few burn marks, "Oh I am sorry, I know you hate it when I put you on random, but we had to get out quickly." Pausing, she straightened, "Actually, where are we?"
Rubbing the fast growing lump on her head, Clara grumbled, "You mean, you don't know where we are? Well there's a surprise!"
"Really Clara, sarcasm is not befitting a young lady such as yourself."
Putting her hands on her hips, Clara huffed, "You're a hell of a lot more sarky than you were before."
"Shh!"
Staring incredulously, Clara began agiain, "Excuse..."
"Shh!" Moving carefully around the central console, the Doctor put her ear to the controls. Her eyes were puzzled a moment before she released a hiss of, "Bollocks." Stepping back she ran a frustrated hand though her head, "Oh bollocks, bollocks, Bollocks!"
"Doctor, what's wrong?"
Looking up, the ebony haired woman had begun to pace, "Bollocks... I should have known they wouldn't give up that easily. They know I regenerate; killing me once won't be enough."
Clara rushed towards the Time Lord, "The Aubertides? They're still coming for you?!"
Nodding, the Doctor gave a frustrated growl, "Yes, they've put a tracking device on the Tardis. I can't get rid of it." Holding her hair she huffed, "Yeah, they're an off shoot of a hunting party called the Family of Blood. Their matriarch has a thing against me."
Clara nodded, "Yeah, you never explained why."
"I trapped her behind mirrors for a millenia; and placed her family in eternal prisons." Flicking another switch she muttered, "I can't believe I'm doing this again."
As the Doctor ran into one of the back rooms, Clara followed close behind, "Doing what?"
Pulling a strange looking headset from the ceiling, the Doctor winced at it, "Chameleon Arch." Her face twisted, "It's going to make me human." Pausing, she considered a moment, "We do however, have one main advantage."
Clara's mind was working overtime, and her responses came as if she was on autopilot, "And what's that then?"
Grinning, the Doctor gestured to herself, "They are looking for someone distinctly more male than myself." Pushing the fob watch into the Arch, she began to hurriedly explain, "The Chameleon Arch will store my Time Lord Essence in this fob watch. I'll be automatically integrated and given a back-story; you'll have to find a way to fit in." Unhooking a ring from the Chameleon arch, the Doctor pushed it into Cara's palm, "This will help you locate the family." The ring had a circular stone set in it, "When the stone is any shade of red the family are in the same world as you; the deeper and darker the red the closer they are to you. Don't let it go black. Black is the worst possible colour it can go!"
Nodding, Clara slipped it onto her finger, "What does black mean?"
"They're within a hundred metres of you." Sighing, the Doctor rested her hands on Clara's shoulders, "I am sorry, I am so sorry Clara. I can't become me again until this stone turns white. I'm so sorry to place this on you." Placing the Chameleon arch on her head, she sighed one last time, "Bollocks."
Two years later...
Dear Diary,
The Doctor Helena (I really have to refer to her as Helena; because even though she is as stubborn as her- she isn't the doctor. Hell, I still find it a bit weird that she only knows me as Sophie) has been conversing with a strange man named Caturanga. He has taken particular interest in her stories; and her inventive mind. I'm worried he might dig too deeply into her past, the chameleon arch can only compensate for so much. She's gone out with him for lunch today. I tried to join her but she insisted I stay at the house and cover for her. There is something about the man, not that he seems particularly threatening; just he strikes me as a man with a secret.
I overheard her 'father' talking with Charles earlier; he wants to force her into marriage. Charles seems dead against it; but Mr Wells is adamant. I dread to think what Helena will do.
Oh well, if the time comes I'm sure she'll find a way to get out of it; she's managed to do so for the last two years. God! Imagine Helena married; or as a mother! I'm not sure if it's a concept I find funny or terrifying.
"Miss Wells... Miss Wells!" Helena turned in shock, acknowledging the older gentleman behind her, "What do you smell?"
Tilting her head, the young woman considered a moment, "Apples?"