Author's Note: Yes, yes. It's Clara. I looked it up, and it said Clara would be with the 12th Doctor. How, I have no idea. So I just wrote that she still travels in the T.A.R.D.I.S. with the Doctor.
Chapter Three: It Has Begun
This is it. The moment I was waiting for. My time to deem my worthiness to the Maisons. I went over the plan again in my head, one last time. I checked to make sure everything is in order: my pistols concealed in my tweed, light gray jacket; my razor sharp daggers which I had made double sided, each strapped to my right leg, right on my hamstrings, hidden by my light gray pants; my light gray hat hiding my… special little gift; my new weapon strapped to my left arm, right under my left sleeve; and, last but not least, my tie. You always look more professional in a tie.
I look at my self through my house's front window. My tan skin; my long, light brown hair coming to my eyes and giving the back of my head a mollet; my big, round nose on my face; and a diagonal scar on my left eyebrow from fighting in the war. So what if I was a traitor to my own land? So what if I served under Hitler? I just killed the man in the end anyway, but of course I had to make it look like suicide. I grinned at the memory. As we always say, "May others fall so that we may rise."
It will begin soon.
The Doctor is still speed walking with Clara in his hand. "Doctor? Where are we going?" Clara asked.
The Doctor stopped and finally let go of Clara. "To the T.A.R.D.I.S. A.S.A.P."
"Why? Are we going to save Martin Luther King, Jr., then?"
"No. That's why we are leaving." Said the Doctor with a very serious expression.
"What? And why is that?"
The Doctor stopped in his tracks. He looked at Clara right in the eyes. "Remember what I was talking about when we landed?"
Clara's eyes were looking on their left side in concentration. "Um… you were talking about how you miss up sometimes on landing."
"And one of those times I ended up on Mars in the year 2059. There I encountered the first humans to live on Mars. There was this woman, named Adelaide Brooke, she was meant to die, because her granddaughter would be the reason humans gone further into space. Her death made humans touch the stars. And Martin Luther King, Jr.'s death made Senator Robert F. Kennedy to say, that very night, that they must strive for love, wisdom, understanding and compassion toward all men. That helped make people open their eyes even wider than before, and they learned that the weight of the future rested on their shoulders, now more than ever. It gave them strength, Clara." The Doctor is now grabbing Clara by her shoulders. "It gave them more courage then they could imagine."
"B-but that still might happen if we save him. America got stronger because of him!" Clara said hotly, pushing the Doctor's hands off her shoulders.
"Clara, you know that I can't save him."
"And what if you didn't know the future! What if all you knew was that there is this innocent man about to die, and you have the power to save him! Would you let him die or would you save him?"
The Doctor just stared at her. His eyes looking into her own. The Doctor took a deep breath, and sighed. "Okay." The Doctor said in a hushed voice, completely gone of emotions. "We'll have it your way. We'll save him."
April, 1968
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was in his usual hotel, the Lorraine Hotel, in the suite known as the "King-Abernathy Suite" in room 306 on the second floor. He was thinking about the sixteen-year-old Negro who was killed during a nonviolent protest in downtown Memphis. Dr. King, knowing that some people would not stop until he was dead, so Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. won't stop preaching words from God any time soon. He knew that there's a light inside everyone of God's creation.
All of a sudden there was this mechanical grinding noise, very faint, but then grew in sound, and with it, a materialization of a blue box in the middle of his suite. True, Dr. King was scared, but he knew that whatever it was, he has served God well, and nothing could stop that.
The mechanical grinding noise stopped, and in the middle of the "King-Abernathy Suite" was a police box. He did not expect this. And then he sees the doors to the police box open suddenly wide with the squeaks of the doors' hinges. And what stood in front of the police box was a girl wearing long, loose, black clothing. The girl smiled warmly at him. "Hello. My name is Clara Oswin Oswald, and I incest that you step into this police box, please."
Something happened. I can feel it. The whispers in my head… they are different somehow. They sound… louder… a lot more… pleasing somehow. I just put a grin on my face. "It has begun."