It's back, finally! Sorry for the looooooooong wait but I've had a manic time (A-levels A.K.A two years of hell) and been trying to write my own original stuff. Just re-read the entire fic and, although I found it a little cringy, I couldn't resist adding a chapter! Thanks for sticking with me and I hope I'll actually be able to commit to this fic again.

"CLARA!"

Clara ran to his voice, ran with everything she had. With fear, with hope, and with the strength his voice gave her. She could hear the metal man's mechanic marching behind her but she did not look back. She just followed the voice round every corner of the vaults maze of impossible things that would have caught her eye if she wasn't running for her life.

Then, as she heard The Doctor's voice so close she was sure he could only be around the next bend, her foot came into contact with something on the ground. She felt hard and she instantly felt the surging heat of unbearable pain. She tried to get up but the pain was too much for her body to handle. She tried to drag herself along, telling herself she just needed to get to The Doctor and everything would be fine.

"DOCTOR!" she cried again, and again between her painful attempts to push herself forward. The metal man was close and he continued to get closer, every clunk of a footstep louder than the last. She tried, she tried with everything, but as soon as she could feel the vibrations of the robots footsteps against the floor she knew. She knew it was the end.

She looked behind her and her eyes fell on the mechanical monster coming straight for her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, shutting out the world to allow herself one last moment to savour life and the wonderful world she wished not to leave.

Then she heard his voice calling her name again. The Doctor, the funny man in so much pain. He'd lost his wife, his heart was broken, his whole world had shattered around him and that was when Clara realised why he was so defiant to die instead of her; he couldn't lose anyone else.

Clara's eyes shot open and the world was in slow motion. The metal man was still approaching but she had time for one last attempt to save her life. She looked around quickly and, as if some kind God had felt the need for her to live, there was something that caught her eye. Lying on the bottom of a shelf within arm's reach was a gun, the strangest looking gun Clara had ever seen, but a gun no less. She wasted no time in grasping the large weapon, grasping the handle with one hand and putting her finger on the trigger. As soon as the pad of her index finger touched the trigger, the weapon began to glow the colour of lava and hummed as though waking up from a long sleep. Clara was running so high on adrenaline that she didn't care what the weapon would do and simply aimed it at the metal man and pressed down on the trigger. A surge of red power burst out of the gun, hitting the robot in the centre of its chest and almost instantly blasting her attacker into dust. The lava glow faded, the humming grew quiet, and Clara lay there, breathless, the only thing she was aware of being the numb pain in her leg and the beating of her heart ringing through her ears.

"CLARA, CLARA".

"DOCTOR!" Clara managed to call out between heavy breaths, throwing the gun aside, and within moments, The Doctor and Abigail were by her side.

"Clara, you did it", Abigail gasped, kneeling down next to the breathless brunette. "Are you okay?"

"My leg hurts but otherwise I'll live", Clara assured her as the blonde helped her sit up. "I may need some hel…"

"You destroyed it with this?" The Doctor interrupted, causing both women to look up at him. He was holding the weapon in his hand, studying it with wonder.

"Yeah, I don't know what it is though", Clara told him but he was clearly only half listening.

"I've been looking for this for years", he said happily. "I don't like guns but this was a prototype developed during the cold war but was deemed inhumane as well as defected."

"Doctor"

"The idea was to have a weapon that would self-sustain and save the government money on bullets…"

"Doctor"

"…but it takes time for the device to recharge so not great in battle I'd imagine."

"Doctor"

"Luckily, this thing has been down here since the 70's otherwise this would have ended a lot differently"

"Doctor"

"I can't wait to take this thing apart. Imagine what I could do with such technology. I mean to use such technology on a weapon is…"

"DOCTOR"

The Doctor broke out of his trance and looked down at the pair on the ground.

"I can't walk so can you please help me get out of this God damn vault and promise to never take me down here again."

The Doctor nodded, handing Abigail the gun before picking Clara up from the ground and holding her bridal style.

"Let's get you two to Rory", he said and began carrying Clara back towards the exit, Abigail straight behind. The Doctor looked down at Clara and smiled but Clara could see in his face that he was just as shaken as she was, he was just too afraid to show it.

Clara clutched her bag to her chest, feeling the hard cover of the blue book inside. She closed her eyes and let her mind wonder, wondering what she should do with the diary of River Song.

There you go guys :) I've been thinking about where to take the story and I've got some great ideas (writing my own stuff has made me addicted to plot twists so there's your warning) so hopefully I'll have another chapter up soon :)