Clara's POV

I excitedly started running down the stairs to the front door when I heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS. I hoped The Doctor had gotten Ronnie cause I liked that kid. I ran outside to a smiling Doctor who was leaning against the side of the open TARDIS door. "She say yes?" I asked him "See for yourself." He answered gesturing me me inside before I smiled and ran in.

Ronnie's POV

When Clara ran in I smiled at her. "Great so you've decided to jon us." She smiled at me "What idiot says no to something like this?" I asked. "So where do you two wanna go?" The Doctor asked "Surprise me." I told him "Just let me change into some more comfortable clothes other then a dress and heels from my graduation." I said, The Doctor groand at my boring plan. "Clara show her were the wardrobe is will you?" He asked her before Clara led me down a hall and into the worlds biggest closet. It had clothes from every time period of all sorts and sizes.

"Oh, my, God." I said simply "I know right?" Clara asked putting her arm around my shoulder. "Just pick what ever you like and meet us back up in the console room." She said before she left. I walked over to some regular girl clothes and put on a dark blue plaid button up and rolled up the sleeves with surprisingly comfortable skiny jeans and knee high black boots with short heels. I ran back up to the main room to watch the Doctor start piloting his machine.

"So Veronica Kingston tell me," The Doctor said as he finished up pushing all the bells and whistles on his console "Are you ready to see something amazing?" He asked me. "Damn straight." I said with a smirk he smiled and pulled down the last leaver which made that cool noise it always made. "Well then go on." He said pointing to the door.

The TARDIS landed, and I was the first out the door. I stepped out into a dingy street, the road made of cobblestone, the buildings made of brick, stone and paneled wood. A horse-drawn carriage rolled past the alleyway the TARDIS had landed in, making shadows in the light of the street lamps. I walked out towards the street, followed by the Doctor and Clara.

"Where are we?" I asked amazed

"Portland Oregon, 1875. Quite the popular time period for this town, one with quite a history. I thought it would be a nice, easy first trip." The Doctor replied. Suddenly, a woman ran past them, dressed in American Victorian eveningwear, screaming to the people strolling down the street.

"He's been taken! They took my husband!"

"So much for an easy trip." I mumbled into Clara's ear, as The Doctor ran towards the crying woman. We smirked at each other before fallowing the Doctor.

"Excuse me 'mam, but who took your husband?" The Doctor asked her.

"The men, at the saloon, they dragged him away to the tunnels!" and she broke into sobs.

"I'm sorry, but what tunnels?" Clara asked.

"Oh, I forgot." The Doctor smacked his forehead. "This is the time of the Shanghaiing."

"What?" I asked

"You see, traders and businessmen built these tunnels under the city, to transport goods from the river docks to their stores and restaurants faster. But some not-very-nice people got access to these tunnels, and started kidnapping people through these tunnels, selling the men as white slaves to foreign countries, and the women as sex slaves to just about anyone. And since these tunnels connected directly to places like bars, it was very easy to get the drunken men into the tunnels. Of course, in your day, they're boarded up, caved in and became a tourist attraction, but in this decade? Ooh, they're dangerous. Tradesmen don't use it as goods transport anymore."

"Well, that's nice. So what do we do?" I asked

"We try to get the people back, of course!" the Doctor patted the confused woman's shoulder, and took mine and Clara's hands. He dragged us off to the direction that the woman was running from, eager to get the woman's husband back.

"This was a bad idea." I muttered, as the Doctor attempts to lift open a large steel bar that keeps the door to the basement of the Edenbeyer Saloon closed. We had just spent the last hour glancing around the bar, looking for Shanghaiers and clues as to where the tunnel was located. We had seen two rugged-looking men emerge from the back room, where the three of us had immediately dashed to.

Clara and I stood, waiting for the Doctor to finish fiddling with the molecular composure of the steel with his sonic screwdriver. "Ronnie come here for a moment." The Doctor said to me. Clara just shrugged and I went and stood next to the Doctor. "Since this seems like it'll take a bit Im gonna go get us some drinks." Clara said heading over to the bar. "Yeah?" I asked The Doctor

"Do you have friends?" the Doctor asked I thought it such a strange question, to ask if one had friends.

"Just the one you met." I told him "why?"

"Just wondering why you didn't pause for anyone except that one friend of yours. You didn't think about anyone else." He answered me "I wanted to know why." He added "But if you don't mind my asking what happened to your mother?" He asked

"Car accident." I answered quickly

"I know but I mean what was it about that that's got you here with me?" He said, I gave him a confused look. "You're running away from something I can tell." He said to me. How as it that those eyes of his could do that thing that felt like he could look right into your soul. It was look that could only be given by people who have lived through certin hell.

"Hey guys." Clara said suddenly walking up to us. "All they had was bear and whisky so I didn't get anything, sorry." She said. We were suddenly greeted by the sound of the steel door unlocking from the other side.

"Hide!" the Doctor whispered, and pulled us into a dark, narrow corridor. We stayed hidden as two more rather rugged-looking men sauntered out from the tunnel, not bothering to close the door. When they had disappeared up the stairs to the saloon, the Doctor squeezed back out of the thin corridor, pulling me and Clara through the now-open door.

The tunnel was pitch-black, and the Doctor held out his sonic screwdriver to light the way. What we could see in the dark was brick walls, wooden doors, bits of rubble on the ground and rats scurrying up the wooden beams.

I kept up with the Doctor and Clara as they ran, having no idea where they were. I knew we were underground, but we were under the Willamette River for all I know. The Doctor said that the tunnels never went under the river, but I still wondered.

Once we reached another door, the Doctor tried to open a locked door with his sonic screwdriver.

"Doesn't work." He muttered, repeatedly hitting the metal contraption.

"What do you mean it doesn't work?" I asked, exasperated from running through the underground tunnels.

"It doesn't do wood!" he shouted, as if he had had to explain that notion far too often.

"Are you kidding me?" I rolled her eyes. With great strength, she leaned back on her left foot, and kicked down the door with her right.

"You do realize that you have just affected history?" the Doctor complained as she continued forward through the now-archway. "That door was to remain intact until 2789!"

"Oops." I said sarcastically.

Clara smiled as she fallowed me through the door. "I like your stile." She said smiling as The Doctor walked behind her.

"Hey Doctor what's that o the floor?" Clara asked motioning to sort of surgical looking device n the ground. The Doctor bent down, scanning it with the sonic screwdriver.

"That's not human, is it?" I asked

"No, its Maren."

"I beg your pardon?" Clara asked

"The Maren race is pretty humanoid. In fact they're almost exactly like humans in many respects." The Doctor explained

"So why are they here?" I asked

"They must be stealing slaves, like the human shanghaiers."

"So we're dealing with aliens?" Cara asked

"Yes, and as of right now the human shanghaiers are actually less common. Kidnapping was supposed to stop a couple years ago, so the men we see coming out of the tunnels must be Marens."

"Yes, because that makes so much more sense." I cometed

"Oi, don't mock me!" The Doctor stood up. "Anyways, we better find them. Have to stop these Marens once and for all, eh?" he took mine and Clara's hands again, and the three of us ran down the tunnels.

We finally emerged from the cold tunnel into the warm night air. I looked around where we stood; behind them was a tall stone-brick wall with the steel door they'd just emerged from, beneath their feet a wooden dock, the flow of the river making it slowly bounce up and down. In front of them stood a tall, glorious looking wooden ship. But the Doctor raised his sonic at it, and the image of the ship jumped, and dissolved away into the true ship, with a curving metal hull and font glass plate windows.

"That's their whole ship?" Clara asked as I raised my eyebrow at the tiny thing.

"No, it's just a vessel. When they kidnap as many humans as they can, they'll fly into the earth's orbital field, where the big ship is waiting to take all of them back to Krom-1, a market planet, to be sold as slaves."

"So what, do we break in there and free all the humans?" I asked

"Something like that." The Doctor shrugged. He opened the hull door, to find a main cargo space. Ten humans lay, stacked upon each other, knocked out cold. I ran towards them, and took the pulse of the nearest woman.

"Her heart rate is speeding up." I reported.

"That means the knock-out drops they were given are wearing off." The Doctor took out a small bottle of green fluid from his jacket, and opened the cap. Even with plugging my nose, I could still smell the gas. The combination of the green fluid and the oxygen in the air made a foul-smelling gas, that started to wake up the men and women in the cargo hold.

"Hey! You!" came a voice from behind them. I spun around on my heels to see a man, who was now raising a gun at her. On pure instinct, I took hold of the Doctor's sonic screwdriver from his hand, and used it to disable his weapon. I rushed forward, and elbowed the alien in the stomach and on its neck. He dropped to the floor of the ship, coughing.

"Did you have to hit him?" the Doctor complained, as I knelt down by the Maren.I rolled my eyes as I took the gun from his hands and threw it across the room, as the Doctor and Clara directed the ten people out of the vessel. I was last to leave, until the man grabbed me by the shirtcollar and dragged me down.

"Ronnie!" the Doctor yelled, as the Martin closed the hull door. I struggled angrily against the alien's hold on me as he forced open my mouth, pouring a few drops of clear liquid down my throat. I heard the Doctor's yells as I slipped into unconsciousness.

A dim dark light shone into my eyes. The lights turned up some and I found myself surounded by wat looked like about six or seven boys my age. I quickly realized I was chained to a wall and that my shirt was completely unbuttoned. "Well well well," Began the boy I assumed to be the leader of the group "Look who finally woke up boy's this pretty little human." He said as he walked towards me, getting very close. "In fact she's so pretty I don't really think I want to sell her." He continuded to the laughing boys. I felt his hands start to touch and rub up and down my exposed skin from my unbuttoned shirt. "What do you think guys? Obviously she'd belong to me but for the right price I could share her with you guys from time to time." He leanded in to kiss me and as he did I kneed him in the nuts which sent him back about a foot.

"Right well lets get one thing straight," I started "I am no one's property to sell, share, own, or trade. Have you got that?" I asked as the guy i had just assaulted stood up. "You insulant little-" He was saying as he pinned me to the wall I was chained to at my neck but he was cut off.

The lights in the room suddenly turned off, and the Marins mumbled to each other, concerned. Emergency power lights came on, and a voice came on over the speakers:

"Hell–ooo Marins! Normally I would leave you in peace but you have taken too many humans for me to simply ignore you. I've already transported all your slaves from the cargo hold back to their homes, where they belong."

I smiled at the voice of the Doctor and looked straight into the eyes of the guy pinning me to the wall with a cocky grin.

"You also seem to have taken a good friend of mine, and I want her back. If she is unharmed, then you might just leave this galaxy alive." His voice deepened, a dark, angry tone sending fear even into my heart.

The Marins who were in the room with me filed out, one by one. I yanked and pulled at my restraints. Then I remembered something and started trying to reach my jeans pocket put I couldn't very well what with my arms being chained to a wall.

Suddenly I saw the outline of a woman run inside, I sighed with reflief when I realized it was just Clara. "Need a hand?" She asked me. "In my pocket I have a swiss army knife, there's a flat head on it use it to pick the lock on the chains." I told her. She reached into my pocket akwardly and pulled out my knife. "You mean you've had a knife with you all this time?" She asked me "Yeah. So?" I asked her. She just shrugged it off and pulled the flat head out and started trying to pick at my locks. "I-I don't know how to do this." She said. I spent the next five minutes trying to talk Clara through the process. When she finally got my right hand out I took he knife from her and released my left wrist in 10 seconds flat. "Show off." She muttered under her breath. "Nope, just practice now come on." I said

It was until we had come across the front of the ship That I realized we were now in space, orbiting nineteenth-century Earth. Great, big windows surrounded what appeared to be a control bay, now empty of all people. I watched as escape pods flew away from the ship and Earth, leaving the current solar system. I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my chest and my hand went straight to my heart as I fell to the floor.

Two strong hands pulled me up, and I looked at the face of the Doctor. My pain drowned out his words that he spoke, as he lifted me up, and ran from the control room, carrying me to the TARDIS, which was located in a maintenance room. He carried me into the TARDIS medical bay, and laid me on one of the tables.

"Calm down, it'll all be okay." His words tried to soothe me but it didn't make the pain feel any better. Then I felt a comforting soft hand take mine. It was Claras and for some reason Clara being there, Clara holding my hand, made everything feel beter. A light from above scanned me, and the Doctor looked at the monitor next to the table I was on. He sighed in relief, and pulled out a needle with some pink liquid in it and sharply plunged it into my arm.

"What…what did they do to me?" I managed to speak.

"Nothing, you just got a slight infection when they just cut you open for a look. Nothing is missing, and nothing is new. You are 100% human, everything is fine. They have superior technology in order to avoid any scars appearing." he explained. I nodded before I realized I was still holding Clara's hand rather tightly I looked down at it and blushed slightly before I quickly pulled it away. "Why would they do that? I thought they just wanted to sell me." I asked

"I have no idea. Maybe just to see how simelar your antimy is." His face was filled with rage and concern. "their jus luck our alright or they'd be finding a nice surprise in all of their escape pods." I said as I sat up wondering what the 'surprise' was, until I remembered his words on the intercom.

"If she is unharmed, you might just leave this galaxy alive."

Then I knew. Even though the Doctor didn't know if I was harmed or not, he planed for each of their deaths anyways. "Well it's been a long day Clara how about you help Ronnie find a room." He said before Clara led me out. After Clara left the room I decided on I headed back down to the console room to find the Doctor.

I watched silently as the Doctor gripped the console, knuckles white in fury. I couldn't see his face behind his mop of hair that fell down in front of his eyes as his head was bent downwards.

"Doctor?" I said. He looked up, sadness and fury behind his face.

"I'm so sorry, Ronnie. I never wanted you to get hurt, not now, not ever."

I walked up the steps to him and leaned next to him.

"Nobody plans for these things. I'm fine, I'm not dead."

"If you want to leave, I can understand."

"Why would I leave?" She murmured softly. "Cause I almost died? Please that's exactly what I signed up for." I told him. He smiled happily. "Go get some rest." He said to me before I headed back down to corridor to my new room.

-.-.-.-

Four Earth-hours later, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, so I made my way out to the console room. There I saw Clara. "Hey!" I said to her. She looked up from her spot sitting on the stairs and smiled at me. I went and sat down next to her. "where's The Doctor?" I asked "Oh God knows maybe in the Library or something." She answered I smiled. "Look I'm jot typically one to say thank you but, thank you for saving my life today." I said to her. "You're welcome." She said with a laugh "Hey Clara how old are you?" I asked "Well actually I'm 22 but at we told the school I was 26 so I could get the job." She said "Why?" She asked "Just asking." I shrugged "I'll go look for the Doctor." I told her before getting up. "I'll come with you." She said, and the two of us headed down the hall.

OK I know Jenna-Louise coleman is 27 and in the show Clara is 26 but I'm making her younger for a reason I don't want to reveal yet. I hope you liked this Chapter! Remember writers LOVE reviews especially this one! So PLEASE tell me what you thought!