What will The Doctor do next? What happened to Nathan? Will he remember Clara? Read on to find out!

It was still dark when Nathan regained consciousness, he knew before he had even opened his eyes.

There was a terrible throbbing in his head, as though it had been hit over the head with a hammer, although technically, that couldn't be true. He tried to remember what had happened. Clara... In trouble... Doctor... Camille control...nothing. Suddenly, the plethora of memories he had been missing hit him full force and he remembered everything; how Clara had been taken, how he had found The Doctor, how he was going to help... how Camille had controlled him. Nathan guessed that it must have been Camille who knocked him out after he continuously kept shouting at The Doctor.

Groggily, he got to his feet, shaking slightly. After his bout of dizziness had past, he ran off into the night.

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How could he have been so stupid? He cursed himself for his stupidity. How could he have allowed Camille, or whoever she was, to use compulsion on him like that. It was humiliating really. In fact, he might have laughed at it if it hadn't resulted in him getting kicked out of his own TARDIS, which then flew away to the castle on the hill. Damn it. In the wrong hands that TARDIS could cause the end of the universe. It could transport them anywhere, at any moment in time.

He pulled himself up off the tarmacked road and smirked. "There's no way she'll be able to fly it. She may have it but she can't use it!" He could briefly remember, even if the memory was somewhat hazy, that he had given, or he should say be been forced to give her the the key. About the only other good thing to come out of this was the fact that he knew where the TARDIS had gone having set the controls himself. Now all he had to do was find a way to get to the castle,sneak in, find the TARDIS and escape, and maybe have a little 'chat' with Camille if the opportunity arose, but his first priority was the TARDIS. That's why, when he saw the familiar face running towards him, seemingly exhausted, he was a little taken aback.

"Doctor! Doctor! Thank god I found you!" He panted clutching his side all the while.

"Nathan, what do you mean thank God you found me? Why were you looking for me?" He genuinely wanted to know the answer, curious as to why Nathan was desperate to find him. Was it something Camille had done? Something he had done under her compulsion? Or something else?

"I came to find you earlier, don't you remember?" Thinking hard, The Doctor sieved back through his fuzzy memories and he could remember an encounter with the young, tall, lanky boy in front of him.

"Ah, yes. So you did. Didn't that end in you getting bashed on the side if the head? Bad thing head wounds..." He waffled in, talking nothing but rubbish.

"Doctor!" Nathan interrupted his mindless chatter. "Where's Camille?" There was venom in his voice, so much so that The Doctor had never heard so much if it in one so young. He sighed " She had this sort of power. This compulsion to make people do what she wanted. She used it on me." He paused, not expecting Nathan to reply.

"I know, I saw her eyes flash red. She did it because you were coming to help me and she didn't want you to. I tried to tell you what she had done, but you wouldn't listen. In the end she knocked me over the head."

"Yes, sorry about that. Truly, I am. However, that brings us back to my original question. What do you want from me?"

Nathan seemed to tense at the question, as though he didn't know how to say what he wanted to. His shoulders became more tense and he seemed almost scared.

"You don't remember?" He didn't answer, so the young boy continued. "I was walking along the street and I saw Clara. She was crying. I was about to go over and see what was wrong but I saw a figure come up behind her. It..." Nathan didn't seem to want to continue. "It placed a cloth over her mouth and she slumped to the floor unconscious before it dragged her off." The Doctor was confused. Why would Nathan think the Doctor cared so much for this Clara, enough to be scared to tell him about her abduction anyway? This lead to more questions, but one was more potent than the others.

"Who is Clara? Is she your friend?" He guessed that to be the case.

"What? No!" He noticed that the young boy seemed very taken aback at his question, as though it was the last thing he had expected him to say. "She... Well, I don't know who exactly she is to you but the first time I met you, she was with you." He tried to think back to when he first met the person standing in front of him, hiding behind the dustbins, but his mind came up blank of any other person. There was only him and Nathan.

"She wasn't. I don't know what you're talking about Nathan. Camille must have hit you over the head pretty hard. Would you like me to have a look?" He walked closer to him, intending to survey the back of the boy's head, before said boy erupted into a bout of anger.

"No! Stop It! It's not funny! She's in trouble! We have to help her! How can you do this? She could be dead right now and your stood here joking about not remembering her!" Never before had The Doctor heard such desperation and anger in a child as young as Nathan, which led him to believe that what he was saying was true. He did know this Clara. But how? How could he have met someone, travelled with them, and not remember it? It was practically impossible.

" I'm not joking, Nathan. I seriously don't know who Clara is."

The Doctor released a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry but I can't help you find her. You see, Camille stole something from me. Something that will give her the power to destroy the universe and changed history if she ever learns how to use it. I must retrieve it. It's at the castle on the hill."

"Townsend Castle?"

"I presume it must be. Anyway, I'm sorry to hear about your friend, but I must be going. Maybe if you come and find me when I have what I wanted I may help you." He truly was sorry. Under any other circumstances he would have gladly helped Nathan, but he couldn't today. Not at the risk of the end of the world. It was the end of the world or some girl he didn't even know, and he knew which he had to choose.

"She could be dead by then! What could be more important than saving Clara?"

"It's complicated to explain." Was all he said. He wasn't about to go into a full blown conversation about the TARDIS to this boy, there just wasn't time for that.

"Oh, I get it. You think that just because you don't know here she's not important. Am I right?" His voice was sarcastic, mocking, angry. The Doctor winced. "Of course not. I just can't risk Camille finding out how to get what she stole from me to work. I am sorry." He knew it wouldn't work the moment the words left his mouth, but it was the truth.

"Fine. I'll go find her myself, and If she's dead, It's your fault!" He yelled in outrage, before taking off down the street, leaving The Doctor alone.

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How could he do that? How could he pretend he didn't know her? For that's must have been what he was doing, pretending. One couldn't go from knowing and caring about someone as much as he did, to completely forgetting them. Obviously he had been wrong when he thought that The Doctor cared deeply for Clara. If getting an object back from Camille was more important to him than finding Clara, then he was nothing more but a selfish, twisted man who cares for no one but himself. I'll just have to rescue her myself then, won't I?

Please don't hate me! The Chapter practically wrote itself. Please review. More Clara in the next Chapter!