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Chapter 4

The Doctor paced up and down the halls. Clara was fine, sleeping in her room. He paced and paced, not worried about Clara but trying desperately to figure out how to apologize to the pregnant woman he had just practically assaulted. He was pacing outside her door, listening to her, she made little noise. Then he heard her cry and could stand by no longer. He opened the door and slipped inside. She sat on the corner of the bed, her head in her hands like a weeping angel as she wept. He didn't really do much thinking as he stepped forward and sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her, she turned into his chest and cried into him.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I saw h-her hit you and I was angry at her for i-it and I-I just reacted." She blubbered. He cooed her gently, telling her it was okay and that it didn't matter. After a few minutes she pulled away. He looked at her with very sorry eyes. "I shouldn't have shaken you like that. I was wrong, I was scared for Clara. I was angry that you'd hurt her, but I was wrong and I am so sorry."

She turned away from him, burying her face in her hands. "I-I couldn't control i-it...i-if you h-hadn't shaken m-me…I w-would h-have…I w-would've…k-killed her…" He pulled her close and they held each other. "You would never kill anyone. I know it."

Clara woke and slipped out of bed. Her head hurt but it was bearable. She made her way into the hallway and began searching for the Doctor. She came across an open doorway and stopped, peeking inside. The Doctor was sitting on the end of bed draped with burnt orange comforter. The Purple Eyed Girl was crying, face buried in her hands, The Doctor was watching her intently. She listened carefully to what they were saying.

"I lost control and if you hadn't shaken me, I would've killed her…" She said through tears.

"You would never hurt anyone. I know it." The Doctor said. She lifted her head as he spoke.

"You love her don't you?" Clara smiled.

"She loves me b-but I...I don't know. She's died twice saving me. I'm just protecting her…she looks like her though…I just wish I could give the love she wants but…you know I can't." Clara frowned. She felt her hands form fists. She felt hot tears stinging her cheeks. She hated being a jealous person but she was alone before the Doctor. She wanted to be with him, to heal him. She heard Purple Eyes talking again.

"The bond. With me. You remember it? O-or just know it's there?" She heard the Doctor swallow hard before speaking.

"I vaguely remember it. It's foggy and hard to see. But I know it's there. I know what it means. What it does."

"You took a wife on Gallifrey?" He nodded.

"I did. I was betrothed to Aura but she refused to marry me. Then I met Iliana. She was beautiful and perfect and I fell for her. Hard. We were married years before last war began. We had three children. They…ah…died. There was fire in their home while I was working in the old museum. My granddaughter, Susan, was the only survivor. She came with me when I left. I couldn't stand to be on that planet without Iliana. It takes everything in me to control myself around Clara because she looks like her. I see her and just…stop. I honestly don't how much longer I pretend she's not her…" Clara was crying, but she was also angry. I have died twice? I look like the Doctor's DEAD wife? How?

She watched as Purple Eyes leaned into the Doctor and he held her. They lay back on the bed. They held each other as they went to sleep. Clara wandered off, confused thoughts bouncing around her mind.

"Unleash it into her mind." The General commanded. The group of Time Lord Scientists nodded as they carefully opened the sphere. It headed straight for the bound and gagged girl who sat in the corner with tears pouring down her cheeks.

Her white blonde hair was pinkish at the ends and her bright blue eyes sparkled with life, even in her dire circumstances. The black mist entered her eyes and the Time Lords watched as they turned from bright blue to dark purple.

She was released from her bonds. She sat in a catatonic state. They took her into space, high above Gallifrey and then, they hit her with a beam of pure energy and watched as a black cloud surrounded her.

Suddenly, the door behind the scientists blew open. The Doctor walked in. "How dare you unleash that…thing!"

"We have no choice. We are being pushed closer and closer to Gallifrey by the Daleks. IT can save us."

"IT is nothing but uncontrollable rage and anger. A telepathic being that cannot possibly be controlled! Remove it from her!"

"We can't," a meek scientist with large classes and worn skin said. "It has bonded to her mind. The most powerful mind in all of the seven systems. We believe she can control it."

"Maybe she could've but she needed to take it with her own free will not be forced to! Forcing only makes it harder for her mind to fight it and control it," No sooner did the Doctor finish talking did the cloud begin to envelop any ship that came near. It ate anything. War TARDISes, normal TARDISes, Dalek ships...escape pods. The Doctor ran to his TARDIS when he saw Davros's ship approaching the cloud.

But the jaws of the Nightmare Child awaited him.

The scream she unleashed brought the Doctor running to the medical lab. He rushed in and grabbed her, holding her gently until she calmed. Once she had calmed, she looked at him and smiled warmly. "I remember…"

The Doctor grinned wide, he squeezed her hands. "Really?!" She nodded.

"I took the title The Giver. I promised 'To Give hope, and love, to take fear and pain.' I was a powerful telepath. The most powerful in all the seven systems. I was…hidden. Hidden by women in red. They hid me for years. Then the war began. And they came. Scientists took me, they tied me up and made me absorb this weird...smoke…from a sphere. Then I was fighting something, in my mind. Fighting. Always fighting. It was strong, but someone needed me and I destroyed it…and that's it…that's all I can remember…" She looked to the Doctor, who wore the expression on of the oncoming storm.