A/N: Another chapter after another long wait. Also, no good Doctor Who story would be much good without timey-wimey stuff and/or drama. Reviews are much appreciated as, even now, I'd like to thank anyone who has even read this "meh" story of mine. P.S. Sorry for the emotional torment of Clara in this chapter. :/
The New Doctor
Chapter 7: Prehistoric Disappearance
"I'm so sorry Clara," the voice came from the entrance, Seventeen's arm was aimed at Eleven. Both Doctors' faces were somber as Clara looked frantically between them, her eyes watering gradually.
"W-what!? You can't- you just said you wouldn't let me go!" Clara stuttered at Seventeen, whose arm was now resting at his side.
"No, I said I would never let you die. I'm afraid this is a part of that plan," Seventeen responded sadly. Eleven stood just in front of the TARDIS door, waiting for Clara and his future self to finish this dispute.
"But," Clara glanced quickly at Eleven. "But can't we just go on, like, one more trip? Please?" Clara stood closer to Seventeen, with her hands clasped together in front of her chest, almost begging. Seventeen sighed and looked into Clara's eyes, they could control him, and he had found this out the hard way before and snapped out of it. He started to respond but the TARDIS jerked and Clara fell onto him as he fell onto the console. Across the room, Eleven struggled to get on the right side of the guardrails. Clara shrieked when she fell but landed softly onto the Seventeenth Doctor's chest.
"Looks like you got your wish," the Doctor said after temporarily wiping the thought of kissing Clara out of his mind. Clara stood back up and put her hand on the console.
"Good ol' Snogbox," Clara muttered as the Doctors congregated halfway to the door. Clara made her way cautiously to the Doctors.
"Fine, I'll do it," Seventeen agreed unhappily. Seventeen stormed to the door while Eleven strolled proudly to the console. Seventeen opened the door and grinned like a child at the surroundings with Clara now peeking over his shoulder.
"Where and when are we, Doctor?" Seventeen asked, looking back over his shoulder with Clara in the way. Clara moved to the other side of the door.
"North Africa, Earth and Cretaceous Period, around 126.8 million years from Clara's present," Eleven informed, pleased with this setting. Seventeen was pleased too and walked onto the sand before a giant, grey, and webbed foot landed moderately far away from the TARDIS. Seventeen stumbled back and Clara stood frozen in the doorway.
"Oh my stars, bloody dinosaurs," Clara slightly gawped. Eleven turned around excitedly with a grin on his face.
"What? I love dinosaurs," Eleven said joining Clara's side and gawping with her, happily. Seventeen looked up and meters above him, was the grey underbelly of a dinosaur. The dinosaur was dripping and shook itself dry, resulting in a heavy shower for the Seventeenth Doctor. Seventeen was now sitting on the ground brushing a wet mop of hair out of his eyes and scanning the dinosaur with his sonic screwdriver. Clara and Eleven giggled at Seventeen's shower and after the laugh Clara stepped out of the TARDIS to join Seventeen. Seventeen did a double take at Clara and quickly stood up to rush her back in the TARDIS.
"No, no, no, no, no, you can't get stuck out here," Seventeen pushed Clara's shoulders back towards the TARDIS. Clara tried to wriggle and push back.
"Oi, why do we have to get back in?" Clara asked in a aggravated voice. Seventeen looked up behind Clara and then back into her eyes.
"Really just you, but I don't have much time to explain. Doctor, you take Clara, here, back with you and continue on your adventures. I'll find some Silurians, don't worry," Seventeen explained quickly and smiling while Clara and Eleven grew steadily more confused and worried. "As for you, Clara; oh, it's always you Clara. Live a good life for this is goodbye. Just forget me, stay with your Doctor."
"But you're my-"Clara was cut off by Seventeen. Quickly he kissed her and pushed into the TARDIS. As the TARDIS tipped onto Clara she fell into it and space bended, the gravity curved. Luckily, Eleven caught as Clara hurdled horizontally into the TARDIS. Clara's mind held onto the kiss for far too long of a time. The Doctor snapped his fingers in front of Clara's face and she shot back to reality; she stood up and rushed toward the sand filled door.
"What just happened?" Clara demanded while pounding on the sand. The Doctor ran over to the console worked around it.
"Well, you just kissed a two millennium old alien and then according to the TARDIS shields and inference, got thrown into a TARDIS that got kicked over by a dinosaur," the Doctor explained. Clara stared with misty eyes back at the Doctor who was looking back with a smirk. Clara felt like her heart had been punched. The Doctor's future self was going to die alone, and he was grinning like a child.
"Why are you smiling?" Clara asked, nearing tears. The Doctor's face straightened out into one of shock.
"Oh nothing, I remembered a funny joke I one heard. A horse told it, but funny nonetheless," the Doctor rambled as he piloted the TARDIS, nonchalantly. Clara gave him a look of unbelief, which he didn't notice until after the TARDIS landed. Clara didn't trust what the Doctors had done, she felt as if she'd been let out of a secret plan or something.
"Um, don't look behind you but I think there might be a major dinosaur battle happening right now," the Doctor said with wide eyes. A deafening roar made Clara nearly jump over the guardrail next to her. The roar was returned by a strangely familiar, and iconic, roar. The Doctor walked slowly from the console to the door his mouth and eyes, widely agape. Clara turned around to be met with a dusty wind that smelled of sweat and some other mystery smell. When the wind calmed there they were, two giant dinosaurs biting and clawing at each other.
"Clara this is a once in a lifetime experience, a Spinosaurus aegyptiacus against a Godzillasaurus angiureunsis, not from the movies, from a different planet," the Doctor spoke calmly, as if not to disturb the giant beasts in battle. Clara peeked out of the door and watched the two lizards battle. The one Clara thought of as the Spinosaurus was two shades of grey, darker on the top and lighter on the bottom with red-trimmed sail on its back. The other, assumed Godzillasaurus, was more dragon-like. On its back were what looked like decayed remnants of a sail, much like the movie Godzilla. The Godzillasaurus was the grey like the Spinosaurus, but its sails were trimmed with a glowing plasma blue color.
"Well, you got thirteen plus, shouldn't you have seen this more?" Clara retorted. The Doctor looked down, grimaced and turned to Clara.
"I will," the Doctor said, worried. Clara found what made the Doctor grimace, a grey trench coat that belonged to him. She yelped and snatched up Seventeen's coat. She thought of one option immediately; the Doctor was eaten by a dinosaur. Clara started muttering "no, no, no" repeatedly as she sat behind the door with Seventeen's coat in her hands. Eleven put his hand on her shoulder and tried to consult her while keeping watch on the dinosaur's distances.
"Clara! Clara are you alright? Clara, what's the matter?" the Doctor asked between glances out of the TARDIS door. Eleven stuck his torso out of the doorway and looked around for signs of his future self. Clara was overcome by grief, her brain couldn't function clearly after the possibility of the Doctor, no, her Doctor, being dead forever. Eleven stuck his torso back in and ran back to the console, dancing quickly around and operating the TARDIS.
After the TARDIS landed, Clara slowly trudged to the seat near the console and curled into a ball while crying into the Doctors coat. The Doctor tried to comfort Clara again and put his hand gently on her shoulder.
"It's all right, Clara," the Doctor said quietly while looking at his feet.
"No it's not! You just died, how can you say that?" Clara slurred through the trench coat.
"Time Lords are connected mentally, if he was dead, I could've felt it Clara," The Doctor explained slowly. Clara sniffled and felt ashamed for overreacting.
"Sorry, f-for overreacting," Clara said quietly, still getting over her tears. She looked up and saw Eleven, with his understanding green eyes.
"Never be sorry for feeling, Clara. Now let's go back our TARDIS," the Doctor said with a smile and stood up, grabbing hold of Clara's hand. Clara slung the Doctor's coat over her shoulder after wiping her eyes with it and slowly came along with the Doctor. As soon as she stepped out of the TARDIS she blacked out.
-X-
When Clara came to, she was in bed aboard the TARDIS. She sat up quickly and felt her face for the makeup that should have been messed up from crying. She felt her makeup-less face and raced to the door in her pajamas.
"Doctor, what was our most recent adventure?" Clara asked, worried of the response.
"Um, with the Cybermen," the Doctor replied after sticking his head out from the other side of the console. Clara replied with a blank face and a blink. The Doctor gave her a confused look.
"Cybermen? Alien world? I got invaded by a robot. Angie and Artie were there, you can ask them when we get back. Get some proper clothes on, I want to take you somewhere," the Doctor rambled without a response from Clara. Clara slunk back into her room and rubbed her hands through her bangs. However confused she was, she got cleaned up and went back into the TARDIS console room.
"Finally you're out, le-"the Doctor clasped his hands to say more but Clara interrupted him.
"Hold on I need to see something, real quick," Clara said holding up a finger and running off to a spare room in the TARDIS. She ran to a wardrobe that stood parallel to the bed and searched through it. There she found them, the Doctor's clothes: black dress pants, black shoes, a grey t-shirt, a cyan waistcoat, a silk, black tie, and a grey trench coat. Clara couldn't believe her eyes and ran back to the TARDIS console room.
"Okay Clara!" the Eleventh Doctor said as he finished his elaborate dance around the TARDIS' console," You ready?" The Doctor smiled and Clara shook her head. He strutted down the walkway's slope and pushed open the doors, dramatically, without seeing Clara's response.
A/N: If this ending confuses you, go back to the very first chapter. Again, sorry for being evil.
