Authors note: This is set from the first episode in which Clara had become a companion and on (The bells of saint john), But Abby (PD01) Will be traveling with them too.
DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS HERE ON OUT: I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO
A man runs up to a large wooden door, and pounds his fist on it. A window opens up in it and an older man, a monk, looks out.
"Wake the Abbott! The Bells of Saint John are ringing!" The man says in a hurry. The monk open the door quickly and lets the other man, another monk, inside.
Not that much later, the Abbott runs in, beads of sweat on his forehead. "We must go to him!" He gasps, running down a long hall with a torch in hand and the monk in tow.
"They call him the mad monk, don't they?" The monk asks as they walk down the dark, cold hall.
The Abbott shakes his head. "They definitely shouldn't. He is no monk."
They enter a room, and a man is sitting at an easel, painting a picture of two young women. One of them has a round face, with short brown hair and matching eyes. The other has a thinner face, with long layered, chestnut hair and bangs that fell into the right side of her face. She had thin lips, and large brown eyes.
The Abbott clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "I am sorry to intrude. The bells of Saint John are ringing."
The man stands, his hood falling off of his head to reveal a handsome young man with wild hair, an angular chin, and wise, old, green eyes. He is known by some as The Doctor.
"I am going to need a horse." He says, walking off into an adjoining hall to grab some things.
The monk stepped forward, staring at the painting in awe. In the corner are the words, "Run you clever boy, and remember." And near the second girl, "Never stop running." He points to the girls. "Is that them?"
The Abbott nodded. "The girls twice dead, and their final message. He has withdrawn to this place of peace and solitude that he might divine their meaning. If he truly is mad, then this is his madness."
Clara paced in her kitchen, the phone line still on hold. Angie sits at the kitchen table while another woman of about 22, with long, layered, amber hair, with a blonde streak in it, leaned on Angie's chair, staring at the laptop placed in front of the young girl.
"Angie, is the internet working? Trying to phone the help line, they wont answer." Clara asks, dropping the phone to her side as she stares at Angie and the woman with an impatient frown on her face.
"Have you tried turning it on and off?" The woman cheekily grins at Clara, who just rolls her eyes.
"Shut it, Abby."
"It's working for me." Angie replied, ignoring Abby's comment.
"Can I use it when you're finished?" Clara asked, fingering the buttons on the phone.
"Clara, you do realize more than one person can use the internet, right?" Abby asks, looking over her shoulder at her friend.
Clara ignored her friend. "You done your homework?" She asked Angie.
"Shut up, you're not my mum!" Angie snaps, glaring at Clara. Abby stepped back and glanced warily at Angie.
"I'm not trying to be, ok?" Clara said, defensively.
Right at that moment, , Angie and Arties father, walked in, patting his pockets, looking for keys. His son, Artie followed him, Holding up car keys. "Yes! Angie's probably fine on her own, you two could probably have the night off." He said, nodding towards Abby and Clara.
"I'm OK, but I will be upstairs, trying to figure out my computer." She said.
"And I will be helping her to make sure she doesn't break the computer or something." Abby smirked at Clara, winking playfully.
"Anyway, the adverts are in, so hopefully we'll find someone." said as he pulled his jacket on.
"We're here as long as you need us." Abby said, nodding towards Clara and herself.
"Good! Right, come on Artie, time to go." said, walking towards the door.
Clara leaned over Angie's shoulder and picked up the book that Angie had sitting in front of her. Abby looked over her shoulder at the cover. It is called "Summer Falls" and was written by Amelia Williams.
Abby nodded in approval. "Amelia Williams is my favourite author, next to Stephen King. What chapter are you on?" She asked, taking the book from Clara.
"Ten."
"Eleven's the best. You'll cry your eyes out." Clara said.
The phone was still ringing. "Oh, come on, just answer, just pick it up, pick it up, pick it up." Clara said impatiently. She walked up stairs to the room she and Abby shared, and spinned around a post, while Abby just walked in. Clara sat at a desk with an open laptop sitting on it. Abby pulled up a chair and sat beside her friend. Clara clicks on the Wi-Fi.
The Doctor Dismounted his horse in woods. Another monk is waiting with a torch outside a stone doorway into an underground cavern. The MONK leads the way with the torch,With the Doctor following close behind. At the end of the tunnel, The ringing of a telephone can be heard. At the end of the tunnel is a large, blue box with the words "PUBLIC CALL" written on it. The ringing was coming from that.
The Doctor looked at the monk. "That's not supposed to happen." He opened a small door and reached in, pulling out a telephone. "Hello?"
"Ah, hello. My friend and I can't find the internet." Abby said on the other end, the phone on speaker.
"I'm sorry?" The Doctor was confused.
"The internet." Clara said. "It's gone. Can't find it anywhere. Where is it?"
The Doctor walked away from the box, still holding the phone. "It's 1207." He said.
"It's 3:30 here, are we phoning a different time zone?" Abby asked, checking the clock.
"Yeah, you really sort of are." He answered.
"Will it show on the bill?" Clara looked at her friend, who winced at the thought.
"Oh, I dread to think." He paced the room, tangling the cord."Listen, where did you get this number?"
"Woman in the shop wrote it down. It's the helpline, isn't it? She said it was the best helpline out there. In the universe, she said."
"What woman? Who was she?"
"I dunno, the woman in the shop. So why isn't there internet? Shouldn't it just sort of... be there?" Clara asked, while Abby snorted in the background. "You're a computer genius, Clara."
"Look, listen, I'm not actually... this isn't... You have clicked on the Wi-Fi button, haven't you?" The Doctor said.
"Hang on. Erm... Wi-Fi?" Abby rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Click on the Wi-Fi. You'll see a list of names. Is there one you recognise?"
There was one the girls recognized, but there was also another one.
"It's asking for a password."
Angie walked upstairs. "Is it OK if I go and see Nina? You can call her mum."
"Sure, but first, what is the Wi-Fi password?"
"RycbarNsr123." Angie walked away.
"How am I supposed to remember that?" Clara asked from the top of the stairs.
"Is it an evil spirit?" The monk asked the Doctor, who was still on the phone.
"It's two women." The monk made a cross on himself.
"Hang on. Just a mo. Run. You. Clever. Boy. And. Remember. Never. Stop. Running. One!" Clara said as she typed in the password.
The Doctors eyes widened.
"Run you clever boy,"
"Two!" Clara said.
"and remember," Oswin said.
"Never stop running!" Abbagail finished.
"Three!" Clara finished.
"What did you say?" The Doctor asked.
"Run you clever boy, and remember. Never stop running. 123. Why?"
"Shh!" Clara said. "You made me type it wrong. It's thrown me out again. What do I do, how do I get back in? " Clara clicks on the unknown wifi.
"It's just something we say to remember the password." Abby said. Little did they know that through Clara's computer, they were being watched.
Before either of the girls could say anything else, the Door bell was ringing and someone was knocking on the door. Abby glanced at Clara, and they both walked downstairs. Abby opened the door, and a man with messy hair and monk robes was standing there, smiling widely.
"Abby Joanou? Clara Oswald?"
"Hello?" Clara said. Abby nodded.
"Clara Oswin Oswald?" The man asked.
While he was talking to Clara, Abby was looking him up and down. Abby was really flirtatious, but now she felt wasn't the time for flirting. (Even though he was quite dashing!)
"Just Clara Oswald, what was that middle one?" Clara asked suspiciously.
"Do you two remember me?" He asked, almost jumping up and down.
Abby looked over her shoulder at Clara, an eyebrow raised. "Um, not that we remember. Who are you?" Abby asked, turning back to face him.
He walked in. "The Doctor." Their faces remained blank. "No? The Doctor?" He looked in a mirror, while the two girls stared at him with amusement and curiosity.
"Doctor Who?" Clara asked.
"No, just The Doctor." He paused. "Actually, sorry, can you ask me that question again?"
"What?" Abby asked.
"Ask me that question again."
"Doctor Who?"
"One more time?"
"Doctor who?"
The Doctor smiled, oblivious to the fact that Abby was subtly nudging him outside.
"Oh yeah. Oh! D'you know, I never realised how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you." He smiled.
Abby gave him a smile back. "OK." She said, closing the door.
"Hey! No!" The Doctor began pounding on the door. "Clara! Abby! Please."
As Clara and Abby begin up the stairs, he shouted again. "Clara and Abby, I need to talk to you two! Listen, please."
AHAHAHA! MY ARMS ARE NUMB FROM ALL THIS WRITING... ANYWAY.
ABBY IS TALL AND SKINNY, WITH A FLAT... CHEST AND REAR. SHE HAS A THIN FACE, THIN NOSE/LIPS, LARGE BROWN EYES, AND CHESTNUT HAIR. HER HAIR AND BANGS ARE LAYERED, BUT NOT THAT MUCH, JUST SUBTLY. HER BANGS HANG DIAGONALLY ACROSS HER FACE. EVEN THOUGH SHE IS FLAT, SHE IS CONSIDERED VERY BEAUTIFUL.
ANYWHO! REVIEW PLEASE! AND PM ME IF YOU HAVE A SUMMARY THAT IS BETTER THAN MY CURRENT ONE...
TBC IN: THE BELLS OF SAINT JOHN PART 2
