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If Clara had been there (and conscious) when her Doctor had yelled about bow ties, she would have taken her palm and slapped it across her forehead. She would have said something along the lines of "Seriously. Bow ties, Doctor. Couldn't you have chosen anything else?" and the man that was more limb than actual muscle would have replied, "But Clara, just look at all the bow ties!" and he would 'swim' around in the sea of multicolored fabric until she started to laugh.

But she wasn't exactly there.

And he was still covered in bow ties.

His plan worked, and he was proud of it, but that was only phase one. Phase one of a couple phases, he hadn't exactly counted. But one of the phases was 'Rescue Clara', followed by, 'Kiss Clara' and 'Tell Clara That You Love Her'.

By The Doctor's standards, it was a pretty accurate plan. And he was quite proud of plans that actually ended up working. (Not many did, there was usually an awful lot of improvising and doing stupid things, which usually turned out to work better than anyone would have expected). However, in order to even get to step 'Tell Clara That You Love Her', he would have to set his plan into motion.

Which involved getting out of the luscious bow ties before he was tangled back up in them.

He scrambled off the couch, scattering the cool items all over the floor. He made a mental note to apologize to Clara when he finally got them out of this mess. She probably wouldn't want to ever see the amount of bow ties he had in the TARDIS. Quite a large amount, that was.

TARDIS. Right. His plan. See, he muttered to himself, slapping his little brain self in the tiny brain forehead, this was what always happened when he made a plan. It never ever worked. He grinned stupidly at the alien, who's shock-filled-multi-formed face was slowly realizing what had just happened. Ah yes, plans, plans, plans! He needed to stick to it, or he would be dead time traveler meat.

"Ah. It seems I've figured out how to unravel your little..." The Doctor was a bit at a lost of words. "Thingy-ma-bobber here..."

The Kiplander composed itself again, smiling creepily at the madman. "It seems you have. Might I ask how?"

"You just did. That would really be irrelevant to ask to ask something that you've already asked." He was rambling, it's what he did when he was thinking. Plan, plan! Stick to the plan!

"But may I know?"

"Don't you already know?"

"We do not."

He ignored the question. "Where's my companion?" He never had honestly referred to her as his 'companion'. It sounded too formal.

"Clara Oswald?"

"That would be the one."

"She's safe."

That could mean many things. Too many things.

"How exactly?"

"Doctor, we're sure you can figure it out. You're on a roll, traveler."

He shivered. What a queer thing to say.

"Could you just hand her over? That would be considerably simpler."

The Kiplander chuckled it's morphed chuckle. "Do you honestly think we're that simple, Doctor?"

"Well..."

"Well, we're not."

"But, I need to find her." The Doctor hummed. "And you clearly know where to look!"

"Just think about it. It didn't take you very long to get out here and figure out that it was one of us that had captured you..." The creature put on a sarcastic thinking face. "Oh wait, it did."

"Get to the point!"

"Calm down there, spaceman!"

The Doctor wanted to scream endless amounts of human profanity at the Kiplander, but he didn't. "Alright."

"Ooh! Way to cool it, Doctor." The creature was starting to sound a bit like Amy. Oh, how he wanted to crush its head.

"Just tell me how to get Clara back!"

"It's easy, just follow my instructions."

There was a moment of silence.

"Your instructions...?"

"Are you really that thick?"

"I am not thick!" The Doctor sputtered.

"Of course not." The creature buzzed with sarcasm. How awfully annoying. "Which is why you'd be able to quickly figure out how to get your companion back." It mimicked his voice on companion, and he wanted to loose it. But he had to keep his cool, for Clara's sake. For Clara's apartment's sake.

"Yes. I will be able to figure it out. And I am about to." A smirk had popped up onto his lips. His Sonic was just in the TARDIS. And the TARDIS was just in Clara's bedroom, and Clara's bedroom was directly behind him. "I'll be back in a moment."

And then The Doctor, no longer trapped under a strange alien substance, dove behind Clara's bedroom door, squeezing between the blue wood of the TARDIS and the nearly peeling wallpaper of Clara's bedroom, and jumped into the TARDIS. He had someone to save, and in order to do that, he needed his sonic.

However, when he did open the door to the TARDIS, and checked exactly where his beloved purple coat was, he found himself empty handed. Perhaps, his plan wasn't exactly going to work.

Ah yes. Okay. I should probably get back to writing. And doing my homework... Oh well. Okay, please don't forget to REVIEW, FOLLOW, FAVOURITE and PM ME AND THIS STORY IF YOU LOVE IT! (I'll love you forever. Seriously not joking.)

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