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Chapter 3

"Now, Miss Oswald," the Doctor said, finally putting away her file and looking directly at her, "Please, tell me why you think you're here."

Clara was too stunned to answer his question. She felt like a hole had just opened below her feet, swallowed her and she was falling and falling and falling down into the depths of hell.

"Don't you know who I am?" she blurted out, "Doctor, please, say you know who I am."

He looked back down to read her file.

"You're Miss Clara Oswald, born in 1986, 23rd of November."

Clara shook her head. "No. It's wrong. It's all wrong," she uttered.

"What is wrong? Your name? Your date of birth?"

She leaned forward to look him straight into the eyes. "No, you're all wrong, Doctor. You don't even know who you are!"

If the Doctor was confused by her accusation, he was too much of a professional to show it. But Clara wasn't going to stop there. She needed him to know who he really was.

"Doctor, you're an alien. You are a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, you travel through time and space in your TARDIS with me, your best friend," she told him frantically, the words flying out of her mouth.

"Miss Oswald," he sighed, "Please, answer my question."

His calm attitude infuriated her. She was not supposed to be here at all and she wouldn't be without Missy.

"I'm here because of Missy. I don't know what she did to you but apparently she has altered your memory or put a spell on you or something but I am not supposed to be here," Clara pleaded, "Please, it's all her fault. She is the Master. She's dangerous!"

She was aware of how crazy she sounded to someone who had never been in contact with aliens at all but she didn't care. If anything about it sounded even vaguely familiar to the Doctor, she still stood a chance to get through to him.

He gave her a slight, warm smile. "Miss Oswald, I can assure you that my assistant is not evil and she will not harm you in any way, but if it's important to you, I can arrange that you won't have to see her for now. I just want to help you."

The Doctor scribbled a note on the corner of her file and looked back at her.

"Now, please, just assume I am really an alien and I have no recollection at all, and tell me what you think happened just before you got here."

Clara wasn't quite satisfied with his reaction, he didn't believe a word she said. And why should he? If Missy had altered his memory, he was a psychiatrist and she was a mental patient. Yet she still told him all about their last adventure. Clara told him about the day her boyfriend Danny Pink died, how she had betrayed him, how he had promised to take her to hell or wherever Danny was, how they had encountered Missy for the first time, about the Cybermen army that had risen from the graves and threatened to destroy the world until Danny, now a Cyberman as well, had saved them all.

"I don't know what happened after that," she admitted, "I must have blacked out, I suppose. Next thing I know is that I woke up here."

"That sounds like quite an adventure," he smiled at her. It wasn't mocking, it wasn't belittling her, but kind, as if the Doctor understood, but he didn't. Clara feared he was merely admiring her imagination, "And you're saying my assistant was responsible for the Cyberspace army?"

"Cybermen army," Clara corrected him, "and she's not your assistant. She's the Master."

"I see. I guess I should be careful around her, then?" he asked, that smile still on his face.

"Yes, that would be a good idea," Clara sighed. She was going to rot in here for the rest of her life. Suddenly a question came to her mind, "When can I see my family?"

"Soon, I think. But we will have to hold a few more sessions. I'm afraid we're running out of time for today, but I would like to hear more of your story tomorrow, if that is alright with you?"

Clara merely nodded. Of course he needed to hear more so as to determine the extent of her mental illness.

"Freddie will accompany you to lunch," the Doctor said and pressed a little button that was embedded in his desk. Clara imagined a bell ringing somewhere in the staff room and whenever a session had ended or there was an emergency the Doctor needed help with, he would press it.

The nurse entered the room only a minute later, that expression of worry still on his face when he spotted Clara.

"Miss Oswald will receive no medication until our next session," the Doctor told him and turned back to Clara to offer her his hand to shake, "It was nice meeting you and I'm sure that if we collaborate we will find a way to help you."

"I don't need help. I just need my Doctor back," she whispered, crestfallen.

Clara let go of the Doctor's hand and turned to Freddie, who took her arm and led her out of the room, although she barely noticed the corridors they walked along.

OOO

The Doctor had another look at Clara's file after she had left his office. The young woman was suffering from a delusional disorder, that much was obvious. He would have to question members of her family as well to determine what might have caused it or for how long it had been going on. He would make a call later this afternoon. Also he would have to run a few tests to find out if her problem might be genetic, but for now he would concentrate on other factors that could have had an impact on the young woman's psyche, like the death of her boyfriend. But the most important thing was to hear her out, get the full story, maybe finding holes in the narrative so he could coerce her into admitting it wasn't true. If he was able to do that, he was one step closer to helping her.

The sound of heeled footsteps approaching interrupted his train of thoughts and he looked up to find Missy entering his office. The Doctor smiled at the thought that Clara thought her to be an evil Master of some sort. True, she could be feisty – in the bedroom – and only in the best of ways.

"Any idea why the little loony attacked me?" Missy asked as she closed the office door behind her. She walked up to him and sat down on top of his desk.

"The poor girl is suffering from delusions," the Doctor told, "She thinks we're both aliens and you're an evil Master. She also said you created an army out of the dead to destroy the world. Now, you don't happen to have plans like these?"

Missy giggled, "Oh, I wish. Imagine the things you could do with. . . wait, dead people? Nah, seems kind of useless, doesn't it?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Clara also said that her dead boyfriend was among them and that in the end he saved the world."

Missy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's Clara now," she eyed him suspiciously, "You find her intriguing, don't you, Doctor?"

The Doctor only now realized that he had referred to his patient by her first name, but brushed it aside. Sure, she was a sweet, young woman, and he was determined to help her get through this. But no more.

He grabbed Missy by the hips and pulled her closer, staring into her bright, blue eyes.

"I find her story intriguing. It takes a great imagination to create a story like this. But you are a lot more intriguing."
Missy seemed pleased with his answer and bent down to kiss him. The Doctor felt a sharp pain as she bit his lips. Oh, she always did that.

"Don't ever forgot," she whispered, pressing their foreheads together, "You're mine, now and forever."

The Doctor got up from his chair and pushed Missy further unto his desk, kissing her relentlessly. He parted her legs with his hands to make room for him in between, brushing over the lace of her hold-up stockings with his fingers. Naughty girl, he thought, but that was what he loved about her.

"Hurry up," she whispered in his ear, "You have ten minutes before your next patient gets here."

The Doctor cupped her face in both of his hands and admired his work in smudging her lipstick. "You need to be quiet this time," he reminded her.

"I can't promise you that," she replied with a cheeky grin while she undid his belt and reached into his trousers. A low moan escaped his lips as her hand was working him. He was already hard when she let go and he pushed her skirt up only to realize she had apparently skipped underwear today.

"You planned this," he whispered as he finally thrust into her, covering her mouth with his hand to muffle her moans. She was always so goddamn loud.

I always plan it, he thought he heard her say, but it was probably only the way her eyes glistened maliciously.