It's Christmas Day! And Matt's regenerating in 17 hours which I can't think about right now... anyway, Merry Christmas. This is a strange and slightly depressing Christmas present from me. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who, or Matt would have a lot longer than 17 hours.

CHAPTER 10: WHO ARE YOU?

The ancient King swung out of his coffin and then stood upright. The lid slid off and fell onto the floor, creating a loud noise which caused Clara to jump. The Doctor could feel Clarina whimpering next to him and he remembered how scared Clara was of the ghosts when they went to Caliburn House. The Doctor squeezed the little girl's hand and she looked up to him, her eyes wide with fear. Her eyes were exactly the same as Clara's, which made him feel a bit odd. Clara was starting to move towards the mummy, intrigued as to how it was moving.

"Clara, stand back," The Doctor instructed, and Clara looked at him.

"This isn't possible! I'll stand back, once you've explained," Clara said and The Doctor rubbed his head.

"I don't know, Clara. Please, just stand back," The Doctor said, but Clara blatantly ignored him.

"There's no wires, or…," Clara mused, looking at the mummy. The King's green eyes followed her, but it remained still, stood upright.

"Clara, LISTEN TO ME! STAND BACK RIGHT NOW!" The Doctor yelled and Clara turned to face him again.

"Don't speak to me like that!" Clara hissed, getting angry again.

"Just do as you're told and I won't have to speak to you like that!" The Doctor exclaimed

"DO AS I'M TOLD?" Clara yelled, and at once The Doctor realised that was a mistake. "DO AS I'M TOLD? I'm 27! You can't tell me what to do!"

"I'm sorry, Clara. Just step-," The Doctor was cut off when King Khufu placed his rotting, mummified hand on Clara's shoulder. Clara stood deadly still, her eyes glassing over.

"Clara?" The Doctor asked, tentatively stepping closer.

"We have travelled far," Clara said, staring into space.

"I'm sorry, what?" The Doctor asked

"We have travelled far. We want the bodies," Clara repeated

"Who are you? What bodies do you want? Where have you come from?" The Doctor asked, walking around Clara and King Khufu to inspect them.

"We come from the Galactic Vector 46. We want the bodies as we have small form. We need bigger form," The mummy said through Clara.

"So…that's not actually King Khufu?" Clarina asked, joining The Doctor.

"No, it's not. I'll make a deal with you. You let Clara go, and I'll help you the best I can," The Doctor compromised.

"We want her body. She is young. She will last," Clara said

"Her body is not for you to have," The Doctor growled, coming closer to the King.

"Is it yours?" the King asked, almost suggestively. The Doctor blushed and Clarina snorted.

"Sassy alien, I love it," Clarina laughed and The Doctor tutted

"Honestly, you Clara's! Wait. How did you know it was an alien?" The Doctor asked

"Well, they said Galactic Vector, didn't they? That doesn't exactly scream London, does it?" Clarina asked, folding her arms. The Doctor laughed but stopped abruptly when he remembered the situation they were in.

"Sorry, Clara. Anyway, the body isn't yours. I can take you somewhere where size doesn't matter," The Doctor said, eyeing the mummy. He heard Clarina snort again and he rolled his eyes.

"Honestly! How old are you, 9?" The Doctor retorted and Clarina grinned at him.

"Twelve, actually," Clarina replied

"I guess you've always been short then," The Doctor muttered

"Oi!" Clarina snapped and The Doctor smiled.

"We want all the bodies on Planet Earth," Clara said, matter of factly.

"Well, you can't have them. So, two choices. One, take my offer. Two, I'll have to stop you. Which one do you want?" The Doctor asked, looking into the green eyes. The green eyes slowly disappeared, life vanishing from the corpse. Soon enough, King Khufu was a pile of bones on the floor with strands of linen sticking out everywhere. On Clara's shoulder, instead of the mummified hand, was a little bug.

"Oh, hello! You're cute, aren't you?" The Doctor said, grinning. He leaned down so he was level with the bug. "You weren't joking about the size, were you?"

The bug opened up fully, revealing tendrils of sharp metal. It scraped The Doctor from his hairline to his eyebrow, only missing his eye because he jerked away in pain.

"AH! That was unnecessary! Blimey, small things are feisty!" The Doctor groaned as he held his hand up to his forehead. Blood was quickly trickling down his face and over his fingers as he pressed them to his forehead. Clarina watched on, unsure. She put her hand on the front of her dish-cloth type dress and ripped it, creating a strip of linen.

"Doctor! Come here," Clarina ordered and The Doctor knelt down on the floor. She wrapped the linen around his forehead, tying it neatly at the back. Blood was quickly soaking into the linen but it wasn't as much as before.

"Thank you," he sighed, patting her shoulder as he got up. He bounded over to the bug which now had one metal tendril raised to Clara's throat.

"If you hurt me, I'll kill her," Clara threatened and The Doctor grimaced. He was stuck.

"How many bodies have your lot possessed?" The Doctor asked, pacing the room.

"We were crashed beneath the sand. We landed a month ago and were covered by a sand storm. Then they built this pyramid on top of us. When they left, we possessed every single body in this pyramid. I have 2 million brothers and sisters still in need of housing," Clara explained and The Doctor's face looked thunderous.

"Housing? HOUSING? Those are HUMAN BEINGS. Not housing," The Doctor spat.

"Irrelevant," Clara dismissed and The Doctor turned red.

"What's stopping me right now from taking you off her shoulder and squashing you with my foot?" The Doctor demanded

"My brothers and sisters would kill you," Clara responded and The Doctor rubbed his forehead.

"We might escape," The Doctor spat

"Then you'd spend the rest of your life running," Clara responded.

"I'm not staying in Egypt. Can you travel through time?" The Doctor asked

"We have access to the vortex, yes," Clara replied.

"I'm a man of many risks," The Doctor replied. He lurched forward and swatted the bug off Clara's shoulder. He picked up the lid of the coffin and pressed it on top of the bug. He stood on it to be extra sure it was dead.

"Doctor! That's not how we do things and you know it isn't," Clara croaked, pressing her hand to her neck where the tendril had caught her. The Doctor knelt down next to where Clara was sitting on the floor.

"Let me have a look," he whispered kindly, gently moving her hand. There was an angry purple gash running from her ear to her collar which luckily wasn't too deep. It was still bleeding profusely, however. He moved to take off the linen from his head when Clarina shoved another piece of linen in front of his face.

"Clarina, you're a lifesaver," The Doctor grinned and looked back to Clarina, whose dress was considerably shorter. He ripped a bit off the end of the strip and used it to wipe some of the blood off Clara's neck. Once he had finished, he wrapped the linen around her neck applying just enough pressure so that the bleeding deteriorated but she didn't choke.

"Doctor, how are we going to get out?" Clara asked and The Doctor sighed. He hadn't really thought this far. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he reached inside his coat pocket. He pulled out a wallet, psychic paper, Empire State Building plans, Clara's 101 Places To Go, Matches, a handkerchief, some alien currencies and Insect repellent.

"Insect Repellent!" The Doctor grinned, pointing at it. Clara laughed, slowly standing up.

"Will ordinary Superdrug Insect Repellent work on strange outer space killer bugs?" Clara asked

"I do hope so," The Doctor grinned and he took Clara and Clarina's hand. "OK, I'm going to open this door. When I do so, run. I'll spray the bugs with Insect Repellent. It won't kill them, but it will slow them down,"

"OK," Clarina grinned. They stood in front of the door and The Doctor drew in a deep breath. He flung open the door and they were greeted by thousands of bugs with their tendrils poised to cut. The Doctor started spraying them and Clara and Clarina ran, The Doctor just a bit behind them. They reached the edge of the chamber of the slaves where there was a lamp. Clarina quickly turned a knob, turning on the gas. Clara looked at her questioningly but quickly got distracted by thousands of angry killing bugs. They continued to run through the passages, no one noticing Clarina turning the gas on all the lamps they passed. They found a passageway which went around the crumbled floor, Clara silently cursing that they could have missed out that room completely. They were approaching the exit, Clara could feel it. Clarina was still turning on all the gas lamps, unnoticed. They reached the platform which had descended. The Doctor quickly picked up Clara and hoisted her up so she could pull herself up onto the floor above. He helped Clarina up as well and then climbed up himself. They could hear the bugs flying through the passageway, buzzing, banging into each other, banging off the wall and ceiling.

Clara was the first to reach daylight. She ran out into the sunlight, relieved to have escaped. The Doctor was running quickly after her and they carried on running over the hot sand, not realising Clarina wasn't with them.

"The Doctor won't be able to stop you, will he?" Clarina asked to herself as she saw the bugs approaching. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a box of matches. The bugs started to fly into her and she could feel them cutting her face, arms and legs. She struck the match.

NEXT CHAPTER: Cleaning up Egypt

"CLARINA!"

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?"

"You just witnessed yourself die,"

"What were you and Cleo talking about?"

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