"And these Daleks… they're evil?" Clara asked, trying to keep up with the two men.
They were walking quickly through the TARDIS, going back to the console room. After the initial shock, they had just scrambled out of the door, with Clara half-jogging behind them to keep up.
"Yes. Evil. Very, very evil," the Doctor said, his voice tinted with rage.
"So who was the man that you saw, Clara?" Rose asked, slightly panting from walking too fast.
"I don't know, I've never seen him before."
"Well, we have to find him, so describe him to us," John said.
"Okay. He had brown hair and blue eyes. His skin was pale and he had really high cheekbones," she told them, trying her best to remember him. "He was also wearing this navy blue hoodie and blue washed-out jeans. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties."
They had reached the console room and were now making their way to the door.
"Wait, what's the plan?" Clara asked abruptly.
They all stopped in front of the door. "Save the world from Daleks," the Doctor stated simply. John smirked at the Doctor and nodded slightly. They walked out of the TARDIS and onto the grass of Hyde Park.
"Let's split up, gang," the Doctor told them. Then he grinned. "I always love having a gang."
Rose rolled her eyes and grinned, before walking off to the left. John gave him a knowing smile and walked off behind them.
"Stay safe," the Doctor said quietly to Clara, before walking to the right. Clara walked forward.
After 15 minutes of walking aimlessly, Clara became frustrated and tired. She gave a deep sigh and plopped down on the nearest bench, leaning back with closed eyes and taking deep breaths. She heard a creak on the wooden bench as someone sat beside her.
Rose scanned the people who were spread out across the park. None of them fit Clara's description. She continued walking down one of the paths when she suddenly felt odd. Her eyes widened and she raced to the nearest trashcan. Gripping its sides and tilting her head over it, she puked. She didn't vomit much, but she was panting at the end of it. Wiping the cold sweat off her forehead, she looked for a drinking fountain. She spotted one not far from her and walked towards it slowly, heavily breathing.
The water cleaned her lips and rinsed her throat and mouth of the sickly feeling of vomit. She washed her face, the cool water clearing her fuzzy mind.
Taking deep breaths, she sat down on a bench and started rubbing her stomach, her eyes closed in thought. "So this is what it's like to be pregnant," she muttered to herself.
"Are you okay, miss?" asked a high-pitched voice.
Rose's eyes flew open and she smiled at the little girl sitting on the bench next to her. She looked to be about 6 years old, with dirty blonde hair in pigtails and a pretty white dress with flower patterns embroidered on it. Her legs were swinging off the edge of the bench.
"Yeah," Rose replied sweetly. "It's just that I've got a baby in here, and I'm still not used to it," she added, gesturing to her stomach.
"Do you want some lemonade? I brought some in my picnic basket."
Rose shook her head. "Oh, it's alright. I wouldn't want to bother you or your parents."
"It's okay, my mommy and daddy aren't here. Please, just come with me," she pleaded, widening her blue eyes.
"Oh, alright," Rose finally sighed, giving in. The little girl smiled sweetly and jumped off the bench, skipping down the path. Rose got up and began to follow her.
Clara's eyes flew open and she looked at the person sitting on the other side of the bench. She had to stifle a gasp. It was the man from her vision. She took deep breaths and calmed herself down. Alright. I've got to make a plan, Daleks are evil, I've got to-
Her thoughts were cut short when the man greeted her. "Uh, miss? I'm so sorry, but could you help me?" he asked her.
She looked at him closely and was surprised when she saw how agitated he was. He was sweating profusely and rapidly shaking his leg unconsciously. His folded hands were fidgeting and his eyes were deep with worry.
Maybe he hasn't been possessed by those evil Daleks yet. Maybe it's not too late to save him, she thought to herself. After a quick debate with herself of how dangerous it would be, she smiled to him. "Of course. What do you need help with?"
Without replying, he got up and walked off down a path. Startled, Clara stood there for a moment before scrambling to catch up with him before he disappeared.
The Doctor continued to point the sonic screwdriver to random strangers around him. He was starting to get weird looks from people, but as usual, he didn't notice it.
"Are you looking for someone?"
The Doctor looked up, startled. Apparently, the thing he was pointing his screwdriver to at the moment was a woman. He cleared his throat. "Yes, actually. Have you seen a man, in his twenties, brown hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones?" he asked rapidly, gesturing to his corresponding body parts as he mentioned them.
She furrowed her eyebrows in thought. After a moment, her gray eyes perked up. "Yes! I have actually. Just follow me," she said cheerfully. She walked off with a bounce in her step, her short black hair bobbing up and down with her. The Doctor walked behind her slowly, confused by the woman's friendliness and her willingness to help. It was quite rare with these humans. He shrugged it off and kept walking.
But he forgot to check the readings of his sonic screwdriver after he had scanned her.
"Where are we going?" Rose asked slowly, looking around. They were in an area that was a bit dark, the sunlight only filtering through the holes between the leaves from the dense mass of trees. She never knew the park had an area like this. The path that they had been walking on was now disappearing as well. She felt that there was something terribly wrong, a bad feeling down in her gut that she couldn't get rid of.
But they finally reached a small clearing, where there was grass again instead of protruding roots and undergrowth, and the trees weren't so dense so that light flowed through. There was a picnic basket in the middle of the clearing. Rose internally sighed. Nothing bad was happening. But she couldn't get rid of that feeling of wrongness and danger. In fact, the feeling had intensified.
The little girl, Emma, stopped abruptly. She turned around with a sweet, toothy grin on her face. "Wait here. I'll be right back," she said, running out of the clearing before Rose even got the chance to reply.
She sighed and sat down on the soft warm grass. She had to admit, it actually felt quite nice sitting there with the sun on her face. Suddenly, she remembered the reason she was in Hyde Park in the first place. She smacked her forehead and groaned. "What am I doing here?" she muttered to herself.
There was a rustle of leaves and Rose's head snapped forward. She got up slowly, waiting for Emma to come through. Instead, Clara appeared.
"Clara?" Rose asked incredulously.
"What are you doing here, Rose?" she asked back, her eyes wide with shock and confusion.
"A little girl came by and asked me to go with her to drink lemonade."
Clara raised her eyebrows.
"What? I have a soft spot for little kids," Rose replied shyly, her cheeks slightly colouring. Rose took a step towards Clara, but her head knocked something hard. She staggered back, touching her forehead. "Ow."
"Rose?" Clara asked worriedly. She looked around and started walking towards Rose, but hit something hard as well. "Ouch!"
Rose finally looked up. She tentatively reached out into the seemingly empty air. Her hand touched something solid, like a wall. She crouched down and looked closely at the ground around her. There was a very faint blue line surrounding her in a circle. Her heart sank.
"Oh no," she said. Clara looked at her, still rubbing her forehead.
"What do you mean, 'oh no'? What's going on?" she asked quickly.
Rose just looked at Clara in defeat. "It's a trap. We're in a Dalek cell," she replied, her voice cracking. She remembered another time when she was stuck in a cell very similar to this one. She was with The Doctor, Jack, Sarah Jane, Mickey, her mum, and Martha. And then Donna and John appeared. Of course, at that point he wasn't John yet. He was just… another Doctor. She almost smiled at the memory. Even though they had been captured, they were all together.
A familiar voice made Rose snap out of her daydream. She stood up, dusting herself off, and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from.
"So he's right through here?" she heard the voice ask. It was vaguely familiar, but the voice was too soft to hear properly.
With a loud rustling of leaves, the Doctor stumbled out, looking around expectantly. The Doctor's eyes widened at the sight of the two of them and he stopped in his tracks.
"Doctor! Help!" Clara screamed, banging on the invisible wall.
Not wasting a moment, he walked up between our cells and started sonic-ing.
"I can't break you out," he said, looking at the readings. "The mechanism uses a deadlock. I can't bring the walls down."
He was about to continue scanning their surroundings when a dreadfully familiar and robotic voice spoke up from within the dense of trees.
"Hello, Doctor."
Hello! So as you can see, my author's notes will be down here from now on. I hope you liked this chapter!
I'm so terribly sorry for the long wait. Life has been incredibly hectic and exams are coming up and I'm doing NaNoWriMo and I was/am recovering from Allegiant and I've been writing another fanfic for The Infernal Devices (which is a really awesome series, btw) and a one-shot for Allegiant and just gaaahh. Sorry.
But, no matter how long it has been since an update, I promise, I will definitely finish this story. Also, TWO TRAILERS ARE OUT FOR THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY! It's so beautiful and amazing and I just- wow. I'm so so so excited.
Thank you for the reviews/follows/favorites! They really motivate me to keep writing this. You guys are awesome!
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