Clara

Not-So-Valentine's Day

Half an hour passed, the 20s music blaring outside the TARDIS, seeping through the wooden walls inside. Rose suggested dancing to it, but the Doctors were in no mood to dance. They got Donna onto the seats and Ten had sent Clara to find water from somewhere for Donna when she woke up. And when she did, she did it with style. She sat straight up, opened her eyes, looked at Ten, and slapped him so hard.

"Ow! Donna, what was that for?!"

"Making me forget everything, spaceman!" Donna shouted angrily at him. "I thought I would die if I remembered? Why do I remember everything!?"

"Because we fixed the metacrisis!" he said happily, "Me and... well, me. It's very complicated. And you're not the DoctorDonna any more, sorry. You're just Donna again, the most Important Woman in the Universe. Best temp in Chiswick. Oh, I've missed you!" he dragged her into a hug.

"You've got some explaining to do! Where am I?"

"You're in the TARDIS, my TARDIS," said Eleven, "I'm the next Doctor, the Eleventh Doctor. Three TARDISes were pulling themselves together along with everyone from the last 300 years of my life. Since the Sno - TARDIS! I mean TARDIS - is out of action, you're the last. Metacrisis reversal drained the power. Oh, and this is Clara Oswin Oswald, she's a nanny-Dalek-Victorian-Time Lady. And you already know Rose." Rose and Clara both waved.

"What have I missed?" asked Donna, excited.

"We've crashed in 1929, Jack's probably going to get into a lot of trouble, the Ninth Doctor, Martha, Mickey, the Ponds and River Song have gone to find him. And now we're going to find them."

"What, I just wake up and get dragged along with you again?!" she asked when he stood up.

"Well, yeah. We can talk on the way, but Jack's probably kick started the Wall Street Crash, plus, Charlie Chaplin," he said to Donna.

"Charlie Chaplin?" she asked, disbelieving as the five of them left the TARDIS and ended up in a store cupboard.

"I know!" said Ten, both of them grinning and smiling.

"God, I've missed you skinny boy," said Donna as they entered a scene ripped straight out of a black and white gangster film, the types on late on Sundays or bank holiday Mondays. The stage was empty, but the pianist was still playing a calm tune as mostly men sat at bars and tables, laughing and not noticing the strangely clothed individuals.

"Doctor, did you say River Song? That woman who died at the Library?" said Donna.

"Yep, she's a hologram," he said.

"Who is she though?"

"She's my wife," said Eleven. "Sort of. Time lines moving backwards, very confusing. How do we get out of this place?" they located a secret door that was in the wall of an old warehouse eventually and left the illegal bar to search for the others, who could be anywhere in the city by now.

"Where are we? What day is it?" asked Donna.

"It's Valentine's Day, 1929. We're in Chicago," said Rose, linking arms with Ten, something Clara had already subconsciously done with Eleven without noticing. Their strides were also matching. "Very romantic day today!" Rose called back, presumably to get on Clara's nerves again.

"Nothing romantic about today, there's a massacre going down in a few hours, it's six in the morning," said Ten, glancing up at the sky before the stars became hidden by the future's light pollution.

"Massacre?" asked Rose, Donna and Clara.

"Yeah... That's probably why Jack's here, he'll have something to do with it," said Eleven.

"Doctor?" Clara said to Eleven a while later once a conversation had started up between the other three as they walked the streets.

"Mmm?" he asked, disconnected and distracted.

"Back in the TARDIS, were you gonna say Snogbox?" she asked him.

"Clara? Back in the TARDIS, were you going to say 'yes'?" he asked her.

"I asked first," she said.

"I asked second."

"Doctor," she said sternly.

"Oh, alright, yes. Now, what about you?"

"Obviously I was gonna say yes, Chin. I've died for you a hundred times, it would be impossible to say no," she said. He looked down at her and smiled.

"Well then, Clara Oswin Oswald, it would seem we are a couple," he whispered to her. They both laughed and she rested on his shoulder as he kissed her head.

"Oi, what are you two talking about?" asked Rose, looking back while Ten and Donna were immersed in conversation.

"Nothing!" they both said at the same time. "So... What's so important about it being Valentine's Day?" asked Clara.

"Chicago, 1929, February 14th, the St Valentine's Day Massacre. 6 people in a garage shot by members of another gang pretending to be police. All dressed up in their best clothes, but they thought they were getting a shipment of whiskey," explained Eleven, "Nobody knows why they dressed up and nobody knows who shot them."

"Definitely the sort of thing Jack would be interested in," said Ten.

"But, we don't know what part of Chicago we're in. Do we?" asked Clara.

"No, but it'll be great to find out!" said Eleven enthusiastically. Then he pulled her along with him as he went to walk right behind the other three (they couldn't walk in a line as the pavement wasn't big enough). "Just watch and listen for anything spacey-wacey."

They walked through the dark morning streets hardly talking, on high-alert for anything alien, when Donna heard something.

"Doctor, what's that noise?" she whispered.

"What noise?" asked Ten.

"It's really quiet but it sounds like a sonic screwdriver," she replied. Ten frowned and started rifling through his pocket, eventually dragging out a stethoscope and putting it in his ears. "Shhh..." he said when Donna was about to speak. "This way!" he wrenched out the stethoscope and started running, Donna, Rose, Clara and Eleven following in his wake.

They turned into an alley and stopped dead, Clara, Donna and Rose stumbling slightly, and Clara ran straight into Eleven's back.

"Back away," whispered Eleven to the companions, "very slowly..." Clara looked around him to see a group of about four laughing and jeering and playing with Nine's screwdriver, but Nine was nowhere to be seen.

"Why? Who are they?" breathed Rose.

"Just gangsters," said Ten offhandedly, pulling her and Donna back with him.

"Just gangsters!?" hissed Donna. "Just!?" But then they had been seen by the four men, who turned, laughing evilly at the strange looking people who they didn't know.