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Chapter 8
The Doctor paced around his office, impatiently waiting for Clara Oswald to appear so he could resume their work when the door finally opened. Disappointed he realized it was Missy who was sticking her head inside the room.
"Do you have a moment?" she asked.
"What are you doing here?" his voice was a lot harsher than he had intended it to be, "Clara could be here any minute. I don't want her to see you."
Missy groaned and rolled her eyes. "Your precious Clara will survive, I am sure of that."
"She's not my precious Clara, okay? She is a patient I'm trying to protect."
"And for a moment I thought you were trying to protect me from her. I'm not the one that went crazy and attacked," she put her arms akimbo and made no effort to move out of his office.
"Please, Missy, you know what I mean. Now, could you please leave before she gets here? The session's going to uncomfortable enough for her."
Missy sighed. "Whatever you say, Doctor. Just be careful."
"About what?" he asked in confusion.
"To not let your feelings for this girl get in the way of her treatment."
"I don't have . . . argh," he groaned, "Out! Now!"
The Doctor continued walking around, still mad about Missy's false accusations. He knew that she could be jealous, but accuse him of feelings for a patient? Then again, she wasn't that wrong, was she? It had been a month and he was no closer to understanding what was wrong with Clara and it was his own fault. Instead of pursuing the regular approach to a case like this, the Doctor had let her tell her story, some parts of it twice. Not because he thought it might be important, but because he loved to listen to her tell it. He had never considered himself a fan of science fiction or believed in aliens, but the way Clara told her tales made him fee like he was directly in her story. Like he was the Doctor that she admired so much. But now it had to end, because Missy was right. If he couldn't help her, nobody could.
Clara entered his office a few minutes later and sat down on the big leather sofa. She had quit looking around a while ago and now stared directly at him, her big brown eyes so full of love and admiration. The Doctor had to remind himself that it was exactly him she was looking at like that, but her fantasy Doctor.
"Do you want me to continue where we left off?" she asked him.
The Doctor took a deep breath and sat down in his chair.
"No, Clara, today I want to talk about something else."
"Oh? Okay. About what?"
"Danny Pink."
He could see Clara stiffen in her seat as soon as he had spoken his name.
"What do you want to know about him?" Clara asked when she had regained her posture. She still sounded insecure.
"How he made you feel, how his death made you feel," the Doctor elaborated.
"I loved him," was all Clara said for a while. The Doctor felt a twitch in his stomach. For reasons unknown those three words bothered him a great deal and he knew that they shouldn't. He had never met this man and he was dead, it shouldn't matter to him that his patient had loved this man, but it did.
"Are you okay?" Clara asked suddenly and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, why shouldn't I be?"
"Because I think you might be about to kill that pencil," Clara pointed at his hand and the Doctor only now realized he had clenched his fist around said pencil. He released it instantly.
"Sorry, I was concentrating. Danny Pink, you loved him and?" he asked quickly, eager to get the words out as fast as possible.
"We met a school and we had the most awkward first date ever. The Doctor was never really okay with the idea of me dating him, but I thought we would have children and grow old together."
"And how did you feel when he died?"
"Betrayed, mostly. It was like the universe had promised me this life with Danny. Children and grand-children and I had counted on that. And then it was gone in just one moment."
"You were angry?" the Doctor asked.
"Of course I was. Who wouldn't be angry?"
"And who did you blame for your loss?"
Clara remained silent for a moment and the Doctor watched her closely as she struggled to find an answer.
"Initially – everyone. Now I know that it wasn't really anyone's fault. It was an accident."
"And how do you feel about it today?"
"Sad."
"No guilt? No anger?"
Clara shook her head. "No, just sad."
OOO
When everyone had gone to bed, Freddie sneaked into the storage room where all the files about the employees were being kept. His initial instinct was that the Doctor's and Missy's files had to be sorted under the first letter of their last names, but no matter how hard he tried to remember their names, they just wouldn't come to mind. The Doctor was just the Doctor and Missy was just Missy. He had never heard anyone call them by any other name, which in itself was already odd.
His only chance now was that their files hadn't been sorted in already and were still on the shelf labelled "most recent". Freddie walked over to the shelf and found exactly three files. The Doctor, Missy and . . .
"Now, that is most inconvenient," Freddie heard a female voice say behind him. He turned around, the file still in his hands, and saw Missy standing in the door frame.
"I don't understand this," he uttered.
Missy shook her head and Freddie couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or annoyed.
OOO
Clara was lying in bed but she was still wide awake, awaiting news from Freddie. He had told her he would go and check the records. He wanted to be back immediately but that was almost an hour ago. Had he been caught? What would happen if they caught him reading the files on the employees? Nothing too bad hopefully.
Then finally there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Clara said eagerly and turned around to switch her bedside lamp back on.
"Hello Clara."
She turned around at the sound of that voice and wanted to scream. In front of her stood no other than Danny Pink. Clara jumped out of bed and stepped back.
"You can't be here," she uttered, "You're dead."
Danny chuckled. "Yes, I am dead."
"Then how come you're here?" Clara demanded to know.
He shrugged. "I came to right some wrongs. Clara, my death was no accident. You killed me."
"What are you talking about?" she could feel her eyes fill with tears, "How can you say such a thing?"
"Your lies killed me. If you hadn't lied to me, none of this would have happened. I'm dead because of you!" Danny raised his hand and Clara was afraid he would grab her throat any second now. She ducked and started to scream.
