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~Tick Tock Goes The Clock~

Clara stumbles away from the being wearing Rose's face. The air around them is electrified. It is hard to draw breath. Clara falls back against John's chest. She can feel his hands holding her steady, warm on her shoulders. Clara doesn't want to admit she's terrified but glowing eyes are really fucking alarming.

"I am the Bad Wolf." Intones a layered voice. It sounds as through a thousand people are speaking at once. The words vibrate in the air.

Clara swallows her fear and forces her voice not to shake. "My name is Clara Oswald. Do you know who I am?"

The golden eyes regard her for a moment. "The Impossible Girl." The Bad Wolf smiles with Rose's mouth, sardonic and baiting. It doesn't fit her face.

"Why am I the Impossible Girl?" Clara steps out of John's arms. She is no damsel in distress. "Do you know how I got here?"

"I see everything. I know everything."

Clara takes that as a 'yes'. Of course it also isn't an answer. The Bad Wolf is toying with her. She can't let it distract her because Clara may never get another shot at this. And this is only adding more questions. Is she impossible for being in Shades or because she looks like Oswin? Clara won't leave until she gets answers.

"Why am I Impossible?" she repeats.

The Bad Wolf steps closer. Tears are running down Rose's cheeks. The woman's body is trembling. This is hurting her. The glowing heat is searing against Clara's skin. She holds her ground, frozen.

"Tick Tock

Goes the clock

Two lives

And one face

Tick tock

Goes the clock

The book

Has truly raised

Tick tock

Goes the clock

The blood

Is all lies

Tick tock

Goes the clock

Your love

Shall surely die"

Before Clara can even react to the freakish nursery rhyme the Bad Wolf reaches foreword. Rose's finger presses her temple. A shock courses through her veins. It is wild fire racing through a forest. And then Clara is falling, falling all over again.

She thinks she cries out when the images hit but Clara doesn't even know. She doesn't know if she's standing up or lying down, awake or asleep. Images, sensations, too fast and too many to comprehend flash before her eyes. Clara can't see or feel anything else. She is so many places at once.

She's running through a cool forest. She's screaming for help. Lips touch hers in the dark. There's a white gown in the mirror. She's turning an ancient page. John smiles at her. Lavender yells coming towards her. She's lying on a bed. Pulling open a box. A body holds her down. She runs down a hallway.

The flow of images crashes to a halt. Clara can see again. She gasps for breath, heart pounding. She's on her knees, palms pressed into the oak floor. John is saying something trying to get Clara to look at him. It's too much. Her mind can't focus after whatever the hell just happened. John touches her face forcing her wild eyes to center on him.

"Clara. You're alright, I've got you." He murmurs pulling her against him.

She presses her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him. Fingers' clutching at his rough linen tunic Clara begins to calm down. The memory of the disjointed scenes still tugs at her mind but now she can start to push them back. John strokes her hair and wraps an arm around her. Slowly Clara draws away until she meets his timeless eyes. They look gray now.

"What was that?" she rasps.

"Prophecy." Rose is sitting slumped on the edge of the wishing well. She looks dead on her feet. Her eyes are red and watery, and ringed by dark circles. "Welcome to the mad house."

Clara takes in the woman's appearance wondering just how much being a vessel costs her. It's like Rose hasn't slept in days. How much does it hurt?

"Do you know what any of that meant?"

Rose shakes her head slowly. "No. Sometimes it's clear; like that you would come here. But other times it doesn't make sense until it happens. I don't think any of that had to do with how you got here or how to send you back, though. At least not specifically anyway."

"I was afraid of that. 'Your love shall surely die' I can't exactly sit around and wait for that, can I?" Clara remembers the feeling of being trapped and screaming. How is she supposed to just wait for those things to happen? She can't. She won't. But without context how are they possible to prevent?

Clara groans putting her head in her hands. A headache is rapidly building behind her left eye. Why the fuck is this happening to her?

"It gives us something to go on." John says encouragingly. "Besides the repeated use of the word 'clock', the prophecy also mentioned a 'book'. It's not much of a clue but it's better than nothing."

"He's right," agrees Rose, "It gives me something to look into."

Clara doesn't mention the visions unsure if they know or not. John helps her to her feet. She leans into him letting him put his arm around her waist. It seems so natural. It's hard to believe they hardly know each other, Clara feels like John has always been a part of her life. How can he do that?

Clara nods at Rose absently. The idea that she will be able to get anything out of the prophecy isn't one Clara has much hope in. It's too abstract. Like a freaking Dan Brown novel and she's no cryptographer. She wishes she'd never asked the Bad Wolf. Now all her future points to in disaster.

And death.

Clara tries not to glance at John when she thinks it. Love, it said love, and she doesn't love John. She barely knows him. It can't be referring to him. She has to force down the panic crawling its way up her throat. Clara won't go to pieces. She's done with being the fucking victim. It's time to get pissed. John is not going to die. No one is going to die.

Everyone jumps when the door to Rose's apartment creaks open behind them. John's dagger is in his hand before Clara can even blink. He moves in front of her and Rose automatically. Over his shoulder Clara can see a young black woman standing in the doorway. She's beautiful in a fitted, red leather corset and blue pants. Her thick, dark hair is pinned on top her head with gold bands.

"Good to see you too, Doctor." The woman raises an eyebrow at John sardonically.

"Doctor?" Clara asks.

John laughs softly and relaxes his poster tucking the knife back in his belt. "Clara Oswald meet Martha Jones leader of Order. Martha here likes to make fun of me."

"Nice to meet you." Martha has a pleasant smile. "John can't even handle a bandage properly; in fact I think he injured himself more the one time I saw him try to put one on. And he calls himself a Knight." She shakes her head in mock disapproval while walking over to Rose.

John rolls his eyes for Clara's benefit. He's obviously trying to lighten the mood and she's more than willing to take his way out. She needs time to process. Talking about anything else is a great option right now. Chatting with the leader of a coven of witches may not have been in her top ten pick, but Martha seems friendly enough. And John likes her which is reassuring.

"So this is the mystery girl?" Martha hands a small satchel to Rose. She gives Clara the once over with interest. Her kind smile takes down Clara's guard. Martha turns back to Rose. "Remember let the steep five minutes before drinking or it won't do anything."

"I know, I know. She's why I asked you to come." Rose says. She's starting to look at little better. At least now she can sit up straight. "Clara needs protection."

"Protection?" Clara glances between the two of them trying to figure out what they're planning. She wants to know what she's being protected from exactly and how many people know about her.

"Warding against magic." Martha slips a silver chain over her head and hands it to Clara. "This will prevent spells from taking possession of you."

A tiny pendent hangs at the end of the chain. It's a blue box with windows carved in wood. Clara doesn't think it looks very mystical, she was expecting chicken bones or some other crazy nonsense. Though she'd much rather wear wood around her neck.

"It's charmed." Martha answers her unspoken question. "As long as you wear it your safe."

Clara carefully puts on the necklace then tucks the pendent under her top. She certainly doesn't want the Queen to see it. If Viola found out she had this Clara's afraid to imagine what she would do.

"Thank you. All of you." She says hoping they see just how much this means to her. "For helping me."

A goofy grin lights up John's face at her words. Warmth blooms behind her ribs. She's falling fast, falling right into him. It only gets worse - or infinitely better- when he leans down to kiss her. It's nothing more than a quick press of his lips to hers. Even that's enough to make Clara melt.

Yes she's falling. Falling hard.