Staggering, she pushed forwards down the aisle, casting glances at the unconscious people in their seats. At least, she hoped the were just unconscious. She ignored Clara's questions from behind her, leaving those for the Doctor to answer. She slammed into the door to the cockpit at the far end and hauled herself out of the way so that the Doctor could unlock it
"Is this real?" Clara asked as they entered the cockpit, the Doctor first to get to the controls, "What's going on? Please tell me what is happening!"
Hanna looked at her from where she was, gripping the door frame, "There is a creature living in the wi-fi uploading people to accumulate their knowledge. They find you when you click on the weird square symbols in the list of available wi-fi connections and then decide whether they want you or not. When they uploaded you they spliced computer knowledge into your head and now they want it back. Any questions? No? Good!"
"Who are you two?" Clara asked.
"I'm the Doctor," He glanced at her over his shoulder, "I'm an alien from outer space, I'm over 1000 years old, I've got two hearts and I can't fly a plane! Can you?!"
"And I'm his faithful travelling companion from another universe," Hanna added. "No, I can't fly a plane!"
"Well... let's do it together!" The Doctor said, pulling back on the control column as hard as he could. Clara gripped his shoulders tightly and Hanna did the same to her, all three of them watching with wide eyes as the plane just about skimmed the top of the houses, pulling up just in time. The Doctor laughed happily as they started to rise again. "Would a victory roll be too showy-offy?"
"What's going on?" A voice asked and they looked around to see that the pilot and co-pilot were waking up.
"Well, I'm blocking your wi-fi so you're waking up for a start," The Doctor explained, pointing his sonic at the ceiling before looking at the man who had spoken, "Tell you what, do you want to drive?" He grabbed Hanna and Clara's hands and pulled them out of the cockpit, back towards the waiting TARDIS. They ignored the confused looks and questions from the passengers who were starting to wake up, leaving them for the air crew to sort out.
Hanna smiled, skipping over to her railing and perching herself on it as the TARDIS dematerialised, "Now, I can see you have questions." She said to Clara.
"Yes," Clara replied, "Firstly, what is actually going on?"
"I told you," she told her, "While we were on the plane plummeting to our inevitable deaths." Her stomach rumbled and she looked over at the Doctor, "Breakfast?"
He nodded and grinned, "Breakfast," he confirmed, pulling a final lever and starting towards the door.
"No," Clara said, "I want a proper explanation now. I'm not waiting until breakfast."
Hanna laughed, going over to join the Doctor, "You don't have to." She told her.
"It's a time machine," The Doctor said happily, "You never have to wait for breakfast." He turned and opened the door, being greeted with applause and some cheering, "Thank you! Thank you," He said to the waiting crowds, glancing at Hanna and Clara with a grin as they followed him out of the TARDIS. He got a fez out from seemingly nowhere and held it out, continuing, "All donations gratefully accepted. Roll up! Roll up! Give us your dosh." Hanna skipped over and he pressed the fez into her hands, "Oh pennies, pounds, anything you've got." He smiled, "Keep collecting, we need enough for breakfast," He added to Hanna and Clara before stepping back, "Just popping back to the garage."
"Don't ask," Hanna said to Clara in a low voice, "There are more rooms than you can possibly imagine in there." She kept holding the fez out as people.
"So this is tomorrow, then?" Clara asked, "Tomorrow's come early?"
"Nope," Hanna replied, "Tomorrow has come exactly when it was meant to. We just skipped the boring bit before it."
The crowds started to clap again as the Doctor drove out of the TARDIS on a motorbike, complete with sidecar. "Thank you. Thank you!" He called to the crowd. "Tomorrow, a camel!"
Hanna looked at Clara, "I'll rock paper scissors you for it." She grinned.
"You're on," Clara smiled and a ferocious tournament later seated herself in the sidecar, folding her arms and looking distinctly disgruntled.
"Naw, maybe you can ride shotgun next time," Hanna grinned, seating herself behind the Doctor, "Chuck us a helmet?"
Clara pulled out two helmets from the foot area and passed one over, "That's no fair."
"All's fair in rock paper scissors." Hanna assured her, tossing back her hair and putting on the helmet and pulling down the goggles over her eyes before wrapping her arms around the Doctor's waist, "Onwards!"
He laughed and put on his own helmet before revving the engine. He glanced at Clara and grinned before they were off, heading towards anywhere they could get a decent breakfast.
"If you've got a flying time machine, why are we on a motorbike?" Clara asked, having to shout to be heard from the side car.
"I don't take the TARDIS into battle," The Doctor replied.
"Because it's made of wood?"
"Because it's the most powerful ship in the universe and I don't want it falling into the wrong hands," He clarified as they crossed over the river.
"No more questions until breakfast!" Hanna called over to Clara, "You'll just have to wait a few minutes longer!"
"So, if we can go anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to this morning?" Clara asked once they were all seated round a table in the outdoors area of the building the Doctor had chosen to get their breakfast. She had waited – after a sour glance from Hanna – until they had ordered their food. "What's the point in that?"
"Breakfast." Hanna told her.
The Doctor glanced at her, "Whoever is after us spent the whole night looking for us. Are you tired?"
"Yes." Clara said.
"Food," Hanna smiled, looking up as their breakfast arrived.
The Doctor sighed slightly as the girls started to eat and he sipped his tea, "Well then, imagine how they feel," He told Clara, "They came the long way round." He got out Clara's laptop and started to work, peering at the screen, "They've got to be close. Definitely London going by the signal distribution. I can hack the lowest level of their operating system but I can't establish a physical location, their security is too good." He looked over at Hanna, who was hunched over her plate, "Any suggestions?"
"Eating," Hanna replied through a mouthful of food, "I'll tell you about it when I'm done."
"Are you an alien?" Clara asked suddenly.
"Yes, I am." The Doctor replied, "Yes. Okay with that?"
"Fine, yeah." She nodded slightly, "I think I'm fine."
"Oh, good." He replied.
"Are you an alien too?" She looked at Hanna who shook her head.
"Human," Hanna told her when she'd swallowed her mouthful, "Though from a parallel version of Earth."
"Oh..." Clara thought about this for a moment, "So, what happens if you do find them?" She asked the Doctor, "What happens then?"
"I don't know. I can't tell the future. I just work there." He replied, tapping on the table.
"You don't have a plan?" Clara asked.
"Oh you know what I always say about plans," he replied vaguely.
"That you'll just make it up as you go along and then hope for the best?" Hanna ventured with a grin.
"No. Well, that does tend to happen..." He smiled at them both before his gaze turned serious, "So tell me, how long have you been looking after those kids?" He closed the laptop and looked at Clara.
"About a year. Since their mum died." Clara replied, slurping on the remains of her milkshake.
"Why you?" He asked, "I get that you're a family friend, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? I mean, you don't really seem like a nanny."
Clara pushed away the empty glass and grabbed at the laptop, "Give me."
The Doctor laughed and took it back, "Sorry, what?"
Hanna rolled her eyes, "She's been patched into their computer system, has loads of information on how computers work in her head, give her the laptop so that she can figure out they're in the-" she cut herself off, quickly changing the end of her sentence to, "Where they are."
The Doctor glanced at her before nodding, "Oh, all right."
Clara grabbed the laptop again, "I'll have their physical location in under five minutes." She assured him.
He glanced again at Hanna who nodded slightly and added, "While she's doing that, why don't you get us some cake? I could do with cake. Chocolate. And coffee," she continued when he looked about to argue, "We could all definitely do we some coffee. Off you pop."
He looked at his watch, "The security is absolute." He told them.
"It's never about the security," Clara replied, "It's about the people."
"To facebook!" Hanna grinned, "While the Doctor gets us coffee!"
He looked annoyed before getting up and going to go inside. Then he stopped and looked back at Clara. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She asked, catching his puzzled expression.
"Sorry, no, it's nothing." He replied quickly, "It's just... you're a nanny. Isn't that a bit, well, Victorian?"
"Victorian?" Clara echoed.
"Have fun talking yourself out of this..." Hanna muttered, leaning back in her chair, "Or instead, getting us coffee and cake."
"But, you're young. Shouldn't you be doing young things with uh... young people?" He asked Clara, awkwardly acting out dancing.
"What, like you for instance?" Clara replied.
"I'm young and hip and cool." Hanna said, "No, scratch that. I'm a science fiction nerd who wants coffee." She fixed her gaze on the Doctor.
"Oh... shut up." He said, turning away and going inside.
"So..." Clara said after a moment.
"What?" Hanna asked.
"You and him, eh?"
"What about us? We travel around together in a blue box that's bigger on the inside. And he has the face of a twelve year old." Hanna shrugged, "Seems perfectly normal to me."
"But don't you ever... you know, think about..." Clara trailed off, raising her eyebrows at her.
Hanna frowned for a moment before her eyes widened, "What? Ew, no! One, he's my best friend. Two, he's married. Three, he's an alien. Four, he's over a thousand years old. Five... well I can't think of a five right now. But there is one!"
Clara nodded slightly, "Hmm..." She went back to what she was doing on the laptop.
"So... facebook?" Hanna asked, shifting round to look over Clara's shoulder.
"How'd you know that?" Clara asked.
"Because you want to find out about the people who work for the people who uploaded you. And the easiest way to find out about people is a social networking site. And the biggest social networking site there is, is facebook. Simple, really."
The Doctor ran back out to them, looking flustered, "You okay?" He asked.
"Dandy." Hanna replied.
"Just setting stuff up," Clara added, not looking at him, "Setting up stuff. Need a username."
"Learning fast." The Doctor pointed out.
Clara glanced up at him, "Clara Oswald for the win. Oswin!" She went back to what she was going, oblivious to the Doctor's surprised glance back at her.
Hanna laughed softly, "Oswin. Sounds good..."
Clara nodded slightly, "Well, it's as good as anything else. Right, got it." Pop up windows with pictures in started to line up down one side of the screen.
"So... basically, you're going to cross reference those pictures with profile pictures on facebook because someone in there, probably more than someone has their place of work listed." Hanna said, leaning slightly on her shoulder.
"Yep," Clara replied, "You catch on fast."
"I know a lot more than people think," Hanna replied, watching as more and more matches were found, facebook pages popping up and the one link between all of the people, "The Shard." She murmured with a grin, glancing over her shoulder at the building, "Gotcha."
She leaned in closer as Clara kept working on the computer.
"I did it. I really did! I did it. I did it, I've found them," Clara said slightly breathlessly as the Doctor came outside to join them.
"You've found them?" The Doctor echoed.
"Clara..." Hanna said softly, watching the Doctor closely.
"The Shard." Clara continued, "They're in the Shard. Floor sixty five."
"Floor sixty five." The Doctor echoed again.
"Are you listening to me? I've found them." Clara looked over at him.
"Clara, step back." Hanna said, "Quick as you like but preferably before his head spins around."
"What?" Clara looked at her, "What are you talking about?"
"He's not the Doctor, he's one of the sub stations." Hanna explained, "Just... come on."
"I'm not the Doctor," He echoed her words before his head lifted up and slowly swivelled, revealing that there was nothing there. A blue light arced between him and Clara.
"Doctor!" Hanna shouted, stepped away from the table and away from the base station. "Doctor!" She called again, louder and more desperate.
"What?" A moment later he appeared, running around the corner, but it was too late. Clara was slumped on the table and the light between her and the base station faded away.
"That!" She pointed at them.
"Doctor? Doctor, help me." Clara's voice came from the back of the base station. "I-I don't know where I am."
The base station's head slowly swivelled so it was facing the right away again, the screen with Clara on it now facing them. "She's been one hundred percent uploaded," Hanna said quietly as the Clara on the screen continued to talk, panicking that she didn't know where she was.
The Doctor got out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the spoonhead. A moment later he lowered it and turned away, "Come on." He said to Hanna over his shoulder.
"Hang on..." she said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "We might need our friend here."
He looked at her, "What are you thinking?"
"Episode." She tapped the side of her nose knowingly.
He looked from her to the spoonhead and then over its shoulder at the Shard, "It looks like me. We could try to use it, trick them into thinking it is me. We already know that she can talk to us through them so why shouldn't we do the same?"
"Now you're getting it," Hanna laughed as he raised the sonic again. She sat down and looked at the laptop screen, "They'll be waiting for you."
"And they'll get me." He replied, tucking his sonic into the spoonhead's pocket and looking at her as it picked up his helmet, put it on and starting to walk away.
Hanna laughed again, "They'll be watching the CCTV. Anticipating your arrival."
"And we'll be one step ahead of them," he assured her, pointing his sonic at the laptop screen. A window came up with a sound wave bar and the pair of them sat back to watch it.
They didn't have to wait too long. "Really Doctor, a motorbike?" A male voice came through the speakers. "It hardly seems like you."
The Doctor leaned forwards and spoke into the microphone, "I rode this in the Anti-Grav Olympics, 2074. I came last."
"The building is in lockdown." They voice replied, "I'm afraid you're not coming in."
"Did you even hear the word 'Anti-Grav'?" He replied and with a flourish he pressed a button on the laptop keyboard, remotely activated the anti-gravity functionality on the motorbike. He and Hanna turned around to watch the tiny figure in the distance on the side of the Shard building drive steadily up it.
"Nice," Hanna murmured.
"Why, thank you." he replied, glancing at her, "I try my best." As he spoke he turned around and tapped a few commands into the laptop. He leaned back, pulling the laptop into his lap and he started to furiously work.
"Do come in," Kizlet's voice came from the speakers.
"Download her." He replied simply.
"Sorry about the draft," she continued.
"Download her back into her body right now." He said, forcibly calm.
"I can't."
"Yes you can."
"She's a fully integrated part of the data cloud now, she can't be separated."
The Doctor exchanged a glance and raised eyebrows with Hanna before replying, "Then download the entire cloud, everyone you've trapped in there."
"You realise what would happen?"
"Yes, those still with bodies to go home to would be free." he replied, still tapping at the keyboard.
"A tiny number. Most would simply die." Kizlet said.
"They'd be released from a living hell." He told her. "It's the best you can do for them. So give the order."
"And why would I do that?"
The Doctor smiled ruefully, "Because I'm going to motivate you. Any second now."
"You ridiculous man. Why did you even come here? Whatever for?"
"Oh, you've done it now," Hanna laughed.
"What?" Kizlet frowned.
"I'm still in the café," The Doctor told her, typing in a last few commands, "I'm finishing my coffee with my good friend Hanna. Lovely spot." He took a sip as if to accentuate his point.
"What are you talking about?"
"You hack people. But me... I'm old fashioned. I hack technology. Here's your motivation."
"Can I do it?" Hanna asked, looking at him.
"Go ahead," He smiled slightly at her.
She leaned over and pressed the enter key, knowing that over in the building, the base station had reverted to its original program. To upload people. "That'll do it." She said, "One more thing to do."
He nodded, pressing in a few more keys now that the base station had, had enough time to fully upload Kizlet to the cloud. "Any moment now."
He closed the laptop and the pair of them watched as Clara started to stir. He reached over and stroked her hair lightly, smiling as she smiled and started to wake up, "Doctor?" She murmured softly, slowly sitting up, "Doctor? What happened?"
Hanna smiled at her, watching as the Doctor started to walk away, "You were uploaded again. But we saved everyone. He saved everyone. Again. Come on." She bounded after him, grinning. "We should call UNIT. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to go in and clear up the last of the mess."
"I've already contacted them," The Doctor said, reappearing in the doorway, "We should be getting back."
Hanna nodded, "Good luck, Clara. You should be going home too."
"What are you going to do?" Clara asked, standing up and following her back through the building.
"We're going to go off and see the universe." She grinned at her, "See ya!" She ran, going into the lift and closing the door before Clara could get there. She turned to the Doctor, who had been waiting for her, "We going back for her?"
He nodded, "Oh, I should think so. But we'll let this sink in first, eh?"
She nodded, "Sounds good. Let's get back to the TARDIS. Then we can go pick her up."
The TARDIS materialised and the Doctor turned on the scanner, smiling as he saw the outside of Clara's house in front of him, "A perfect landing."
Hanna laughed softly from where she was perched on the railing as usual, "Surprising, considering the circumstances. How long have we been?"
"Only a few hours," he told her, "It's about 6:30 in the evening."
She nodded, watching as Clara appeared at the window of the house, looking out at them. Then she vanished and a minute later, there was a knocking on the TARDIS door.
"Come in," The Doctor called, looking over as the door was opened.
"So, he comes back, does he?" Clara asked, glancing at both of them.
"You didn't answer my question," He replied, picking up a book and opening it.
"What question?" She asked, folding her arms.
"You don't seem like a nanny." He said, not looking up.
"Not that it's a bad thing," Hanna added softly.
Clara was silent for a few moments, "I was going to travel. I came to stay for a week before I left and during that week..." she stopped and the Doctor looked up at her, closing the book he was holding.
"She died." He said sadly. "So you're returning a favour then. But a hundred and one places to see, and you haven't been to any of them, have you? That's why you keep the book."
Clara stepped forwards, smiling slightly now, "I keep the book... because I'm still going."
"We've got places to see," Hanna said, "Lots of places. Always on the move, that's us. Seeing wonderful things."
The Doctor glanced at Hanna and smiled slightly, "But you don't run out on the people you care about. Wish I was more like that."
"You are like that." Hanna said, "You want to do what you think is the best for people." She grinned, "But hang on, don't we have a time machine?"
"You're right," The Doctor replied, as if the thought had only just occurred to him, "And the thing about a time machine is that you can run away all you like and still be home in time for tea."
"Or breakfast," Hanna added, "Depending on what time it is you run away."
"So what do you say?" The Doctor smiled at Clara, "Anywhere. All of time and space right outside those doors."
Clara laughed, looking from him to the doors and back, "Does this work? Is this actually what you do? Just crook your finger and people just jump in your snog box and fly away?"
"It does, actually." Hanna said, "A lot more than you might think. Oddly, being offered the entirely of time and space to explore does tend to get people travelling in the TARDIS. Not 'snog box', TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. She won't take kindly to being called a snog box."
Clara looked at her, "Seriously?"
Hanna nodded, "Oh definitely. The TARDIS has a mind of her own and would not take kindly to being called a snog box."
Clara smiled slightly, looking back at the Doctor, "Come back tomorrow. Ask me again."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because tomorrow I might say yes," Clara rationalised with a smile. "Some time after seven okay for you?"
"Perfect," Hanna grinned.
"It's a time machine." The Doctor called after Clara as she ran for the doors, "Any time's okay."
"See you then," Clara said, turning to leave.
"Clara!" The Doctor called, pointing at her.
"Uh-huh?" Clara turned, the door half open.
"In your book, there was a leaf," He said, "Why?"
Clara smiled slightly, "That wasn't a leaf." She said simply, "That was page one." Then she turned and was gone.
"Page one?" He looked at Hanna, "What does she mean 'page one'?"
Hanna grinned, "You'll have to come back tomorrow and find out," she told him.
"Right then, Clara Oswald." He said with a coy grin, "Time to find out who you are."
Author's note: So here we are. At the end of Bells. I'd forgotten just how much of this chapter Hanna spends obsessing over coffee.
Question time! Feel free to send me questions!
1) Honey or Jam? - Jam
2) What words have you always struggled to speel? - 'Reckon' was a particularly low point.
3) Whats your favourite author beginning with the letter R? - Well JK Rowling is an obvious one. Along with Anne Rice and Rainbow Rowell
I have mentioned her many times in these author's notes. But my best friend Happy-Rea has a Torchwood fan-in-the-story fanfiction which is excellent. Please go and read it and if you do and you enjoy it send her a review telling her that I sent you!