Here's the next chapter, sorry it was late. We had loads of people over this weekend and didn't get much time to write anything.

DISCLAIMER: I wonder if a piece of chocolate fudge cake might work as a bribe... *cough* Mr MofFAT *cough*

CHAPTER 9: THE DAY THE DEAD ROSE

"The tombs? What tombs? Where are they? Who's in there?" The Doctor asked, towering over Clarina. She gulped and then took a step back.

"The tombs, they're the tombs of the slaves of the King. When a Pharaoh dies, all of his slaves and families are killed so that they can be buried with him. There are at least one hundred buried in this pyramid," Clarina explained as she watched The Doctor pace in front of her.

"OK, OK. Clara hates catacombs. We have to find her. Quickly. So we just head for below, then," The Doctor explained and took Clarina's hand. They walked down the corridor, Clarina struggling to keep up with The Doctor as he powered forward, desperate to get Clara back. Clarina was now jogging slightly and the rhythmic up, down pull on The Doctor's hand stopped him.

"Oh. I'm sorry," The Doctor stopped, his eyes widening.

"It's OK," Clarina shrugged and then wiped her slightly sweaty forehead. The Doctor smiled gratefully and then took her hand again. The Doctor stooped abruptly and then turned right. They headed down a flight of steps and came out into a large room. It was exactly the same as the large room which took Clara, except the floor was covered in sand.

"What's the story?" The Doctor asked, gesturing to the floor.

"I'm not sure. I wasn't involved in this bit," Clarina said, looking out over the floor.

"It's a trap, though?" The Doctor asked

"Maybe. It could be a snarl. Like an injured animal, it's trying to snarl us away," Clarina muttered under her breath and the Doctor grinned at her. She remembered a lot more than he though was possible.

"Possibly. Either way, GERONIMO!" yelled The Doctor, taking Clarina's hand and running across the sand. Immediately, he knew it was a mistake. He felt himself getting sucked into the sand. Lethargically, he pulled his leg out of the sand and then placed it in front of him.

"DOCTOR!" Clarina screamed, now waist-deep in the sand. The Doctor turned around and reached out for her arms. He felt himself getting sucked down, but he had to help Clarina.

"Here, hold my hand," The Doctor said, taking Clarina's hand. He pulled her up but it was proving to be difficult. Every time the sand level moved further down Clarina's body, she'd get sucked back in.

"Quicksand?" The Doctor asked, pulling Clarina out again

"Oh, you think?" Clarina hissed sarcastically. The Doctor finally freed her, himself now waist-deep in the stuff. He slung Clarina over his shoulder and then proceeded to walk. He yanked his leg free and placed it into the quicksand. Using his knowledge of pressure, he realised walking quickly would be more effective. Once he had freed himself, he walked quickly over the top of the sand, his feet only going ankle deep at deepest. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was on stone floor again on the other side of the room. He put Clarina back on the floor and she wiped off some of the sand which was quickly cementing on her legs.

Deep in the pyramid, King Khufu's chamber remained silent and dead. The pots on the side full of body organs were silently perching on the counter. The gold was stacked high on the other side of the room ; Gold coins, jewellery, brooches. A gas lamp was leaning against the wall. The coffin was decked in creative carvings and patterns, making sure anyone looking at it would know the corpse inside was rich. Slowly, inside the darkness of the coffin, something was restless. Something was awakening. A pair of green eyes opened, staring up at the lid.

Something was dripping on Clara's head, causing her to awaken from her somewhat unplanned slumber. She opened her eyes and a cold, lifeless room started back at her. She pushed herself up so she was sitting. Her foot was aching, the impact of her fall mostly contained within her legs. She gently got up, wary of her bruised legs.

"Doctor?" Clara asked, wishing he was hiding somewhere. She knew he wasn't, but it was in her benefit to pretend he was. At least for a little while. Limping, she examined where she had landed. There appeared to be 6 beds in front of her, each of them with a mummified corpse on them. More groups of tables surrounded her and she guessed there to be at least 50 mummies surrounding her. Of what she could see. Clara shuddered, suddenly feeling cold.

A moaning sound emitted from somewhere Clara couldn't place. It bounced all around her and she closed her eyes, praying it was The Doctor playing tricks on her.

"Doctor, is that you? Can you stop playing about now?" Clara asked, her eyes still scrunched shut. If he was to jump out at her, she'd be fine. Slowly, she opened one eye and a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye caused her to open her other one. In the distance, a mummy was rising. It was actually getting up.

"Doctor! Is that you playing a joke?" Clara yelled at the mummy who was at least 10 yards away from her. The mummy turned to face her and the other five mummies on that bunch of tables rose as well. She had attracted of all the mummies around her and they all started to sit up, looking at her. She silently cursed under her breath and backed away.

"DOCTOR! DOCTOR!" Clara yelled as she backed away. A couple had got up and were walking towards her, groaning as they did so. She felt sick as she could see the slightly rotting bones through the thin linen. She screamed when she backed into a stone wall. The mummies had her trapped.

"DOCTOR!" Clara screamed, properly scared.

"She's in here, Clarina!" Clara heard someone yell in the distance and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her chin boy was here to save her.

"DOCTOR! QUICKLY!" Clara screamed trying to kick the approaching mummy in the shin. The Doctor was racing his way towards her, pushing mummies over and aside to get to Clara. He cleared himself a path and then took Clara's hand, pulling her away from the mummies. The Doctor took Clarina's hand with his other one and ran to the other side of the room, trying to find a way out. Clarina pushed one of the lamps and a door swung open. All three of them piled into the room and shut the door behind them. Clara and The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief and then grinned at each other. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and then pressed his body weight against the door to stop the army of mummies getting in. The Doctor felt Clarina tug on his purple, tweed jacket.

"What?" The Doctor asked, and Clarina nodded ahead of her. The Doctor turned around and yelped. In front of them, King Khufu was climbing out of his coffin.

NEXT CHAPTER : WHO ARE YOU?

"LISTEN TO ME! STAND BACK RIGHT NOW!"

"Her body is not for you to have,"

"Honestly, how old are you? 9?"

"The Doctor won't be able to stop you, will he?"

Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be the last in this mini story-arch type thing, I'm hoping to plan another one soon :)

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