You're back! I'm quite honoured... Part One may not have been much, but I hope that it's captured your interest enough to look a bit further. Remember, that I will accept requests or suggestions. There are separate adventures contained in this story thus it's OPEN to just about anything!

Now without further ado... I present to you: The Hidden Chapter in Clara Oswald's Timeline! Series One, Part Two.

Disclaimer: I do own any of the Whoverse characters nor do I have any association with the production.

PART TWO
THE IMPOSSIBLE CHILD

When the bell ruptured across the halls, the entire class stood to their feet like an army responding to their commander. Packing their things before Miss Oswald had even given the homework. She didn't, by the way. Not that I really minded. I don't think I was actually going to do my homework, anyways. I was sort of looking forward to going home and sulking in my bedroom until the lights went out.

But I didn't leave with the others. I didn't start packing my things until after everyone else had started to towards the door. Miss Oswald was at the front of the classroom wiping down the board and shuffling papers into her teacher's purse or briefcase or whatever it was called. She stopped when she saw me. I was the last one left. Of course she noticed that one kid who actually hung out in class after the bell rang.

"What are you still doing in here?" Her voice was sweet and soft like I imagine my mother's might've been. "Shouldn't you be outside with the other kids?"

I wasn't really sure how to talk to her so I just shrugged my shoulders and frowned a bit. She returned that frown, though, hers was more sympathetic. "Well. It's okay to be nervous on your first day. This is my first day, too. Bit nervous myself."

Again. I wasn't sure how to respond. Miss Oswald seemed so kind and amicable. I wanted her to like me and I wasn't sure she would if she knew more about me so I kept my mouth shut because keeping quiet and keeping secrets is the safest thing to do.

"I'll walk you out, if you like?" Miss Oswald had some of the most spectacularly large eyes. It gave her the look of innocence like that of a baby doe.

I shook my head. I don't know why I did that because I would've liked nothing more to than have Miss Oswald walk me out, but she intimidated me. Even if she was almost my height. There was something almost... otherworldly? about her. "I have to find my foster sister, but thank you."

I ran out after that without so much as a goodbye, just a nervous hop and leap out the door. Miss Oswald was sure to label me as the class psychopath, after that reaction.

I was in such a hurry that I hadn't even noticed I was halfway down the hall and almost out the door when I clashed with a stick figure in a bowtie. He knocked me off to the side. My loafers screeched across the cement and a buzzing filled my ears.

"Oi. What are you doing running around like a belareptor after a takatorn feast?"

Oh boy. The school's hired a madman. "A what?"

"Oh never mind." His hands waved about the air like he was swatting an invisible insect. "Have you seen a brown-haired girl about this high?" He held his hand below his chest. "Goes by Clara Oswald."

"She's in her classroom."

"Ah right. Yes, well, that is to be expected." That was it. He rambled to himself a bit and then he started off back down the hall.

I turned to find him sauntering away. "What do you want with Miss Oswald?" I found myself asking rather blazingly and unexpected.

He spun on his heels and faced him with a wickedly suggestive grin. He was gone then, flashing across the hallway in an instant until he was disappeared behind a classroom, presumably Miss Oswald's. What did he have to do with the new teacher? That big-chinned man with a bowtie and her pretty new primary school teacher. Together?

Didn't matter now. I was off. Back to my house in London with my foster sisters and the bumbling Ms. Kathy.

x x x

It always felt like time moved very fast after school. It was dark almost instantly. We had eaten dinner and Olivia and Ronnie were at the kitchen table doing their homework together. After presenting my schoolwork to Ms. Kathy she allowed me to go upstairs to my room for the remainder of the night. All by myself.

I was sitting on my bed that night with a pencil in my hands. I liked to draw. I made a lot of drawings, but most ended up in the bins. Dreams. I liked to envision my dreams. This one was a common dream of mine: of a mother and a father and a house and life all of my own. I imagined my mother to look a lot like me: light brown hair, hazel irises... but I imagined that my attitude was more like my father's. I don't know why. It's just how I thought. How I liked to think.

It was then when I was sitting on my bed that I heard a curious noise came from outside my window. Peculiar because it sounded very similar to the buzzing I had heard in the halls earlier. Promptly, I laid down my pencil and scrambled off the corner of the bed to investigate. The night had grown dark and the window showed nothing except the black that blanketed outside. Shrugging it off, I turned back to my bed when there it was again followed by an audible ding at the end. I lifted the window from the sill and poked my head out into the night to look over the house's exterior. There was nothing. Not even wind.

"Hello?"

There was no answer. I went back to my bed, bent over the coloured sheet of paper and continued my artistry when only seconds later there was a rumble coming from downstairs. I looked up for just a moment. There was a strange blue light coming from underneath the doorway and while it perplexed me, I decided not to budge from my bed. I figured it was Olivia or Ronnie playing in the hall, with what I had no idea. But, then, there was another rumble and a loud thwack that upset the balance of my door for the hinges gave way and the door floated open.

"Oi! What are you two doing out there?"

Again. There was no answer.

"Olivia?" I barked. No answer. "Ronnie?" Silence responded. "C'mon, this isn't funny! Stop it, the both of you!"

No voices followed, only silence.

Frustrated, I slid from the mattress and went to meet those two at the door. Except no one was out there. The hall was dark and... empty. I sighed and shut the door. Those two were always playing tricks on me. Well, tonight was not the night. They'd have to play their games somewhere else because they weren't getting anything out of me, I was sure of it. When I started to return to my bed, the door- it opened again, floated open so gently that it was as if the wind nudged it. Just a gentle push.

I turned around, stomping my feet back to the door to slam it shut. "If you two don't knock it off-"

No one was there.

"Okay. Fine!" My heart was palpable in my chest. "Be children! You can't scare me!" Were they really trying to frighten me? Because it was starting to work.

I shut the door for the last time and upon returning to my bed there was a sudden shatter and a bang as the shutters broke open and the wind flooded into the room in a violent breeze. Then came the noise. The most horrible noise. Claws under the bed. I was paralysed then. My legs crouched under my body and my hands gripping the duvet under me. I stared straight because I couldn't move my gaze downward. There was scratching under my bed. What could possibly be making that scratching sound?

"Olivia! Ronnie!" Tears started to bubble and my cheeks puffed as I held in the last breath I took. "Ms. Kathy!"

No one came. The house fell silent. It was all on me now. So, I released my grip and pried my eyes from the wall and dared to peak over the edge of the bed. I had to look farther, though, because there was nothing visible from my position. I pulled back the covers and lowered my head to the wooden floors. I saw no shape. I saw no form. Just a dazzling blue light no larger than a pin, hovering there.

It breezed past my head and I followed it with my gaze until it was hovering at the height of my eyes. "How extraordinary..." I offered the compliment, but the moment my mouth utter a sound the blue light emitted a scratching screech that was accompanied with it's expansion. It grew and grew until it was no longer a speck of light, but a monstrous creature in the shape of a two-legged dog with wings. It had no eyes, only black sockets, and a underbite of large carnivorous teeth. It had no hair or fur, but a naked skin of grey and it's bones protruded from it's shoulders like spikes.

I sat there frozen in my place and then, finally, I found the voice to scream. It screeched after me and made a lunge towards my bed, but was prevented when a overcoat with feet leaped between us. A green light was emitted towards the demon and a humming followed. The sound drove the creature into a fury where it clenched it's head and shook violently until it collapsed on the ground in a dangerous curdle.

"Stop it!" I found myself crying. "Stop it! You're hurting it!"

The overcoat turned to me, released the green light. It was him! The man that I had saw earlier in the hall with the big sad eyes and the pointed chin. He saw me and he frowned immediately. The sound stopped and the beast started to rise again.

"Quickly now!" He didn't hesitate to snatch my hand in his and drag me from the room, leaping over the cowering beast in the departure. Once outside the room, the man turned back to the door, unveiling his metal wand and shined that green light onto the lock.

"What good is that going to do?" I huffed, still completely dazed.

"Nothing. Just by us some time."

"Time? Time for what?" I begged. "And where are Ronnie and Olivia? And Ms. Kathy?"

He spun around to me. His brow lowered in disbelief as if he'd never heard of anyone called 'Ms. Kathy' before. "Ms. Who?"

"Ms. Kathy." I answered so as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Ah. Right, Well..." He started. "Somewhere in another dimension, I think. Haven't sorted that part out yet."

"A what?" But he was already on his way. "You're telling me that they're in another dimension? That's not possible!"

He turned then rather suddenly. He was such a lengthy man. Peering down at me like he was studying me, he asked: "And why not?"

My face fell. "Well..." And then I found myself questioning the whole of reality. Based on what I had just seen. "Because those are just for stories. They're not real."

He leaned back, thinking then. "Yes. You're absolutely right. They're just stories." Then he was off again. His feet clambered down the stairs so harshly that I almost missed the beating behind my back. The beast was awake and breaking for an escape. And I was alone...

I ducked off after him in a hurry. "Hold on!" I snapped. "You can't just leave that thing here! Where are you going?"

"To the TARDIS. I need some supplies."

"The what?"

"You really can't grasp the human language, can you?" He acted as if I should know these words.

We were still walking. Walking all the way out into the front of the house and onto the street. "I'm not entirely sure you're speaking as a human."

He froze, spun around with his wand at the ready. He bent his neck to loom over me. "What makes you say that?"

I shrugged. "You act like this is normal."

He looked up. Thought for a moment and then nodded. "Quite right." He was moving again. Quicker this time. I could hear something moving behind us.

"What's a TARDIS?"

"It's a stolen time machine."

"You stole a time machine? From where?"

"From Gallifrey."

"Is that another planet?"

"Yes." He looked back at me. Stopped. "Is that okay?"

I didn't think. "Yes."

"Good." He continued walking and then slowly came to a stop somewhere at the end of the street. He looked forwards and studied the night sky in the distance. He made no sudden motion. He turned to me, again, and lowered his torso to meet me halfway. He was very tall. "What's your name?"

"Emma." I said timidly. "Emma Waldron."

"Hello, Emma Waldron. I'm the Doctor. Now..." His gaze rose above my head and I swear for a glimmering second his mouth was curling into a mischievous smile. "RUN!"

It was then that I finally turned around to see the beast had transformed into a speck of blue and was now heading this way! It dawned on me, then, that as a blue speck there couldn't be much it could do without transforming again into that horrid monster I saw before in my bedroom, but the man identified as 'the Doctor' seemed to think otherwise. He seemed much more educated that I was in these matters so I obliged. He clenched his large fist around my little hands and half-dragged me through the woods.

It's following us. It's clinging to the walls of the universe and scratching the surface of the world all to get to the Doctor. This strange, funny man with a bowtie, who I trusted irrevocably to guide me out of this.

Everything whizzed by us in flashes of dark greens and browns. Crackling and breaking under us, the earth was echoing our positions in the woods. Running and Running. Until we weren't running anymore. I was thrown into a silver light, spun around a metal platform and caught on a lighted control panel that looked like it belonged on the SYFY network.

"Now!"

His voice was loud and zealous. He was too excited by all of this, but then... so was I, but also terrified and a bit nervous. He wasn't, though.

"We pop you back off at the school- and bod-da-bing-ba-da-"

"Wait!" I shouted, circling around the console to find him pushing buttons and pulling levers. "The school? You have to take me home! I have to find-"

"Yes. Yes." He just waved me passed. "We'll get you there, but first..." He looked at me sort of funny with a grin on his face and eyes so wide that they looked like they might pop from their sockets. He pulled a handle that released a whiz that bounced off the walls and reverberated through the skies around us.

"What it doing?"

"She," he corrected, "is taking us away."

"How is she going to do that?" I asked sourly. "Thought you said you had stolen time machine? Are you going to throw us out of this time zone?"

The Doctor's head titled over the pillar that rose from the floor to the height of the circular structure. There was a disc bubbling up and down the structure like a pulse through a heart. "TARDIS. It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Both time machine and ship... to anywhere in the universe at any time."

I just walked into a spaceship with a madman. "Okay."

"Now. Emma Waldron. Time to put that thing back in it's own dimension."

The Doctor came circling back towards me and started off towards the double doors. "Oi!" I shouted after him just as the doors swung open. "You'll let that thing in-" But he wasn't listening. I ran after him in a hurry to close those doors, but when I got there and saw the light on the other side I realised that we were no longer in the woods by my house, but by the courtyard of my school.

"Hold on..." I stumbled out from the enclosure and onto the pavement after the impeccably dressed bowtie-wearing gentlemen. "How did we get here?" I asked, trailing after him with a skip in my step.

"Were you not listening to anything I was saying? It's a spaceship!"

"We're not in space."

He stopped. Haunched his shoulders over and stalked towards me with that look that parents gave you when you're being smart. Like he wanted to whack me over the head for misstepping or not following his instruction. "You're impossible..." He mumbled.

"So I've been told." I muttered back, crossing my arms then over my chest and huffing proudly.

He paused for a moment and like he had throughout the entirely of their conversation, the Doctor returned to stalking around the scenery with his shoulders loomed over his chest and his head pointed outward, leading him to his destination.

"What are we doing at my school?" I asked finally; a question I should have perhaps asked when we first landed.

"Here!" He beamed. "Here is where it all started." He waved his wand about the yard.

"What's that, then?" I asked. "That thing that you're waving about like a Harry Potter wand?"

"It's a sonic screwdriver."

"It looks more like a wand than a screwdriver."

"Yes. Suppose it does..." He sounded so distracted all the time. Like he was thinking about a thousand different things at once, all while speaking to me and speaking to himself and speaking to the earth. He was speaking, but he was never saying anything. He was just lost in his own strange, mad mind.

"What does it do... your sonic screwdriver? Can it find my foster sisters?"

"It can." He looked back at me, a slight shine under his shadow. "It will." He spoke in correction to himself. "Foster sisters?" He asked, suddenly. It was as if he was surprised to hear it... for the second time that night.

"Yeah."

"This, Ms. Kathy you spoke of..." He was thoughtful. Quiet, like he wasn't really aware of what he was saying. "She your caretaker?"

I nodded.

"She nice?"

I nodded again.

"Good. Very good." He blinked and nodded and shook away from the thoughts. He started towards the school again in one solid motion, pushed open the doors, and swaggered inside to the building without breaking stride. He walked as if he owned the earth.

I followed because where else was I supposed to go?

x x x

The Doctor sauntered on down the halls with his sonic screwdriver in the wedges of his fingers until he was at the end of the hall, looking into a vacuous space to his right. I was following slowly behind. Every step I made was slower than the last as I crept down the hallways that I had feared so much this morning. It was dark now and completely void of character and noise. It seemed so small and so... not threatening.

"I tracked the signal all the way back to your house. Why? What's so important about you?" He returned back to me. He always returned back to me. He looked at me like I was a puzzle just waiting to be put together.

I answered with a slight shrug. "Can't it just be a coincidence?"

"Nothing is ever just a coincidence." He responded rather coy all the sudden. "So. I'll ask again. What's so important about you?"

I was as confused as he was. I was a simple girl born in Blackpool and sent to live with strangers after my mother died. What was so important about me?

The Doctor disappeared behind a closet door in which I followed promptly afterwards. Inside, not much to my surprise, was a room full of sparkling gadgets and wires that extended towards the ceiling.

"What. Is that?" I spattered after seeing the room immediately. No surprise here, but that didn't make this setup any less confusing.

"It's how I've been tracking the Ortraxies."

Again. I had to ask: "The what?"

"The Ortraxies. They're the little blue shapeshifters you met."

"You say 'Ortraxies' and 'they' as if..." I felt my stomach flip and churn until I was nauseous. "Are there multiple?"

"Yes- well, no not here- in their own planet- in their own dimension. It's all..."

"Wibbly-wobbly..."

His eyes got really big then. He stared at me like he had just seen a ghost and it was terrifying. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." I hurried to explain, but my tongue was choking on my own vocabulary. "I just... said a thing and then you looked- well, I don't know how you looked."

"The Ortraxy. He didn't take you. He could've, but he didn't. Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions you don't expect answers for, don't you?"

"I always find the answer, though, don't I?"

I shrugged. "Don't know. Haven't known you long enough to confirm that."

"Fair enough." Quiet then, but his voice raised to impossible heights almost immediately following. "Right then! Let's see where it's gone now!"

My head fell to the side as the Doctor whizzed about the station with his screwdriver at the ready. Pulling a metal box to his sight, the Doctor examined a televised reading of what and where this creature was and/or doing. It was all a bit weird to me... Not entirely sure how he pulled it off. "Oh. No..." His mien fell to extreme worry. "No. No. No. No." He looked afraid. "This is not good."

"What's not good?"

He didn't answer.

"Doctor!"

He was still shaking his head. "The Ortraxy. It's gone after Clara."

"Clara?" But he wasn't listening to me. "It searches-" He stopped. His face turned upward and he looked at me like I was the most obvious thing on the planet. "God- Yes! Yes! I get it now!" He was slapping at himself. Wandering and flapping about like a child on a sugar rush! "It goes for impossible things- things that aren't supposed to be here! But-" He looked at me, came at me instantly and stared down at me like I was even more mysterious than before. I crooked an eyebrow and watched him curiously. "But- that doesn't explain you... Why you? What's so special about you? I get Clara... But you. You're just a child. An ordinary child. Why did it come for you? You're not supposed to be here..." He pulled out his screwdriver and scanned over me in a second until the green light flicked away and he was staring at it, reading it. "Nothing. You're nothing."

"Thanks?"

"You're just a girl. But there's something not right here... You're an orphan from Blackpool. How'd your mother die?"

"How did you know she died?" I felt my heart beating against my chest. Fast and unsteady.

"You don't have a mother. What else could it be?"

"She could've given me up. It happened to my foster sister, Olivia. Her mom's a consultant now..." I thought about Olivia a lot. About how mother's could give up their children. I never really understand it. I don't think I ever would.

He didn't look convinced. "You don't make sense..."

"Neither do you." I pointed out.

He smiled. "I like you." His smile widened. "Come along, muppet! We've got a Clara to save!"

Muppet? He called me muppet... If I was sticking around, he'd have to find a new name for me.

He smiled at me. He grinned so widely I thought his cheeks might pop right off his face. He had my hand in his again and off we were, back through the halls, and out towards the courtyard and towards... Hold on! We were in that? That box? I stopped again, my hand falling from his. He was inside, through the doors, and not waiting for me to gather my thoughts. "That's definitely not possible!"

I was standing outside the blue box, staring up at the lighted lettering above: Police Public Call Box. Like the ones from the old movies. I walked around. I poked my head inside and I ran the other way. I looked around the back and then went the other way to make sure there wasn't a corridor leading the other way. There was nothing. There was the box and then the woods and the school and the street and the courtyard. Nothing but this box. So, I climbed inside and met the Doctor, who wore that same big goofy grin. "You've got a box... but-"

"Yeah!" He seemed far too excited about this.

"But... it's- it's bigger on the inside- I don't get it."

"It's a TARDIS which stands-"

"-which stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space- Yeah! We covered that part." I waved him passed. He wasn't about to start another monologue now. "What I don't understand is how it fools us into thinking it's smaller on the outside."

He hummed. "Give it a guess."

"Another dimension?"

That smile returned. He was spinning around again. His coat waving about him. Levers and buttons pulsing through sounds through the air and the ship moved with the wind. It was a jolt and a wheeze and we landed somewhere probably so far away in only a matter of seconds. I had to get myself one of these things... Nothing is truly impossible.

Next time on Doctor Who...

"Miss Oswald?"

Clara, he called her. "Doctor, did you bring a nine-year-old student to help save the world?"

"Children are the best saviours."

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, protesting those negative thoughts that were running through his head. The Ortraxy's dimension was sealed and the only way to open it was with a sacrifice. It's the Ortraxy way... but what if the Ortraxy way isn't the Doctor's way? I think I'd like to learn more of the Doctor's way...

My name is Emma Waldron and I'm going to help the Doctor exile the Ortraxy back into it's universe. Even if it costs me my life.