"Go on then. Do it."

"He'll die!" He said as he looked at the Real Doctor. Then he smirked. Buying time. Nice try. He thought.

"Threats don't work unless you deliver."

The Fake Doctor looks at her with eyes full of hate.

I don't think that confused the enemy. Clara thought, her calm face quickly becoming one of fear.

"… Right then."

*BANG*

OoO

She didn't want to open her eyes. When Clara closed her eyes she expected that when she opened them she would see a lifeless Doctor in front of this Fake Doctor. She then realised that she could hear three pairs of lungs breathing. Hers, the Fake Doctor's, and…

Clara shot her eyes open to see that the bullet had hit just next to the Doctor's head. He was frozen, the only movement that he made was his chest quickly going up and down. He made no sound except for his quick breathing.

"Next time I will shoot him." Clara didn't realise the Fake Doctor was looking at her. "Let me guess, your thoughts were 'What would the Doctor do? Oh, he would try to buy time by confusing the enemy or something.' I guess you forgot that the Doctor is ME." He clicked the gun, still staring at Clara.

"Why didn't you just shoot me then? Clearly Clara isn't going to give in to you." The Real Doctor suddenly spoke up, giving the Fake a terrifying glare.

"Because I want to give her one last chance. I'm a psychopath, I'm not rude." He said putting on River songs voice.

The Doctor's glare became even more terrifying (If that was even possible) at his words. "Don't you dare mention MY wife." He spat.

"Your what?!" Clara suddenly shouted.

"Shut up!" Both Doctors shouted simultaneously, not looking away from each other. (AN – Clara never gets answers to those questions does she?)

"Your wife? I thought I was you! Or did that change all of a sudden?!" The Fake said.

"No man with your intentions could be me, ever."

"Okay, now you're getting annoying. Maybe I WILL shoot you!" The Fake Doctor now put the gun right against the Real Doctor's head.

"Fine then, do it. But you will not harm Clara in any way, do you hear me? If you hurt her then I will kill you. Even if I am dead already I will find a way." The Doctor said calmly. There was no mercy in his eyes. In fact, there was nothing at all. His eyes, his entire face was blank.

Clara was watching all of this and realised. The Fake Doctor is completely focused on the Doctor. She clicked her fingers. Nothing. She clapped her hands. Nothing. Now's my chance. She thought. She started to slowly walk over to the Fake Doctor. No reaction. She snuck behind him and proceeded to punch him in the back of the head, knocking him over and out.

She quickly went and unlocked the Doctor's cuffs on his wrists. "Are you okay Doctor? Can you walk alright? We need to get out of here." She said calmly.

"Yes, I'm fine just a bit wobbly is all." He said with a smile. He gave her a quick hug.

"Thank you Clara, for finding me in here."

"Anytime Doctor." Clara said with a small smile in return.

They headed out into the console room, locking the door behind them and making sure again. Well, more like making sure another 4 times but who's counting? They went to the console and the Doctor started pressing buttons, as usual, with a little less life than usual, not as much running about.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Clara asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just feel a little tired." The Doctor said, not looking up.

"And that's all? You look worried."

"No, nothing else."

"Hmm. Ok"

Clara went upstairs to put her bag away.

"Hey, Clara!" The Doctor called from downstairs.

"Maybe we should take a quick break, we did just defeat the Cybermen by blowing up a planet after all."

"Yeah, good idea Doctor! I'll get my stuff and you land us at my place!" Clara called back.

"Alright! Hurry up!"

Clara grabbed her bag again and packed in it everything she brought for this trip and headed down into the console room again.

"Ready to go?" The Doctor asked.

"Ready to go." Clara replied with a smile.

Clara snapped her fingers and the doors clicked open.

"Oh, so the TARDIS is starting to like me now. Wise choice Milady."

"Oh so you're calling her a she now? Maybe she'll like you better then."

"Indeed. See you next Wednesday Doctor!" Clara said, heading out the door.

"Well, a Wednesday. Next Wednesday, LAST Wednesday… One of the Wednesdays…" The Doctor called back.

Clara looked back to see someone standing behind the Doctor, with a gun pointed at his head.

Oh my god.

"DOCTOR LOOK OUT!"

The Doctor span around just in time to see the Fake Doctor standing there.

*BANG*

The Doctor fell to the floor with a thud.

"DOCTOR!" Clara screamed, sprinting back towards the TARDIS.

The Fake Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors closed.

The TARDIS began to dematerialise.

"NO! DOCTOR!" Clara screamed and reached for the TARDIS but it disappeared before she could reach the door.

"Clara what's wrong? What happened? Where's the Doctor?" Angie was now running out towards Clara, who had fallen to her knees, staring at where the TARIS once stood. Her hands covered her mouth and tears streamed out of her eyes.

"The Doctor was killed..." Was all she could say.

OoO

The next morning Clara was asked by Angie for her opinion on her school project about WWII. Clara looked over it and read, "Adolf Hitler was murdered by a mysterious man, who called himself The Doctor, in 1938. The Doctor was seen getting into a small blue box that was later seen flying through the sky."

"But this never happened! The Doctor never killed…"

The Ganger…

END

I know, I know, horrible ending etc. I'm probably going to write some alternate endings at some point but this is what the plan originally was so I'm going to have to stick with it!

Thank you so much for reading this fanfiction guys! I hope when I publish more you will read them too c: