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I know I kinda disappeared but I think I need to think about how I do this now. Definitely will be taking a break. I think I need to sort myself out and actually start planning my stories again. I just need the time to do what I want to do.

Anyway, please enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 14

There was a surprisingly soft landing and Clara laid there for a few moments as she got her breath back and wondered what the hell was going on. The Doctor, on the other hand, was straight up. She could hear him looking about. If anything, she wished that nothing more would happen to her during this investigation. She would like to just lie there and nothing else happened. She knew that it wouldn't be that way, due to the fact that were due to meet the other partner.

"Oh." The Doctor said.

She groaned as she sat up. "What?"

"I've been here before. I have met the other partner." He paused. "I was nabbed as I tried to stop someone else from being nabbed. They brought me here and..." He trailed off as he placed his hand on his forehead. "I don't know. Something happened. I don't remember the conversation. But I know who or what the other partner is."

"Okay, who or what?"

"I don't know what his name was. I don't think I asked. But he is a clockwork droid. Let's call him the Clockwork Man. The Half-face man. He only had half a face."

"A clockwork droid?"

"A previous doctor had encountered them. Their ship crash landed centuries ago. That Doctor thought that they might have been here for more than a million years. Before us humans. The ones that he met were all clockwork and just… I don't know what they were after but I think it was similar to what these guys want. Just these have been using fewer body parts to build their ship but more on themselves. To blend in more."

Clara couldn't help but feel disgusted at what the Doctor had just said but she supposed that it was what was happening. The body that they found proved that. The poor time that person had to go through and Clara wasn't even certain that they could bring the justice that their families deserved. Like there was no way that they could mention any of this to their families.

There was a weird noise, that sounded like gears, and she was sure that her eyes widened when the Doctor's did.

"How long can you hold your breath for?" He asked.

"What?"

"How long can you hold your breath for?"

"Not long. What does that have to do with anything?"

"They are droids. They might be from the future but they aren't that intelligent. If you hold your breath, you will be able to blend in."

"Doctor. He knows your face and I feel like they might know me as well. I don't think that it will work."

"Just do it."

She did try and hold her breath as he did. She found herself shallow breathing for a little while before trying to hold her breath properly before the droid reached them. She felt rather ridiculous but the plan seemed to work a little. That was until the Half-face man walked in and Clara let go of her breath.

"Doctor, we meet again." He said with a rather robotic voice.

Clara found herself taking a step towards the Doctor. "Told you." She whispered.

She thought that he would walk towards the Half-face man but she was glad when he stayed where he was, close to her. She could just imagine her standing there, listening to their conversation while feeling rather uncomfortable. It almost made her want to press the button in her brooch. She kinda wanted this to be over with now.

"We had hoped that we had done a good enough job the first time around. A missing police detective never looks good. I suppose with Miss Clara Oswald, there will no one who will miss you." The Half-face man continued. "Miss Clara Oswald. 28, 5 foot 2. White British. She will be useful."

There was just this sinking feeling that Clara felt. She had not been with the Doctor long and she still didn't know how he had managed to get her out of the muddle she got herself in with the Great Intelligence and she had no idea what was going through his head by the look on his face.

"Why?" The Doctor asked.

"Why what?"

"Why is the dome made of human skin? How many people have you killed?"

Clara was certain that she gagged. She felt like that was the only option for that sentence. She had been looking up and slightly admiring a ceiling made of skin. No wonder it moved in the wind.

"Waste material. We put it to better use."

"Lovely?!" Clara commented.

"Who got careless?"

"The Daleks. We burn the bodies. With that one, someone was somewhere they shouldn't have been. They thought that they were being helpful."

"Just for Clara to walk past at the right time to see them dump the body." The Doctor said. "I guess it must have been Rusty. Quite a rookie mistake."

"He is his father's son. Complacent."

"I think Sec just had more of a conscious. He does care. Making a deal with the other would have been better. Why them?"

"You make it seem like I had a choice." The Half-face man cocked his head to the side.

"I would have thought that Caan would have had less morals for something like this. Unless… Sec doesn't know what is actually going on. Oh. They don't know what goes on down here."

"They run the restaurant. We do what we need to do. We are no businessmen."

"But they must know something now," Clara added. "No one would take a dead body without asking any questions."

The Half-face man turned towards her. "Just because questions were asked, it doesn't mean that they were answered."

"They must be questioning what you do. They must be seeing that they would be in more trouble. See the problem you have is, a missing police detective won't look good and no, no one will look for the Doctor." Clara paused for a moment. "But there will be looking for me. You can't touch us because more questions would be asked. And I do think that the Daleks know what is going on. The little comments about the eyes. I think they know exactly what is going on which is why they sent us down here. I don't think that they want anything to do with you any more."

She wished that the Half-face man blinked. It would have been better than him just staring at her with real lifeless eyes. She thought that it would be the moment that she would relive and replay over and over again in her head but it wasn't. It was how she reached out to grab the Doctor for her hand to just brush through the air. She turned to see him no longer standing next to her and she allowed herself the luxury of being able to panic.