Torture part 3

The Doctor had given up. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know what he could do. He closed his eyes and blocked out all his thoughts preparing himself. Suddenly a buzz came from his pocket. He couldn't hear but he could certainly feel it. The woman's back was turned and so he wriggled around as the device slid out of his pocket. He'd completely forgotten. He'd left his phone in his pocket as well as the gifts from the shop they'd been to. Fake light operated transporters. They were fake maybe but with a bit of fiddling he could get them to work... The only problem was that he could only get one hand to work at one time as the force of the chains held him back. He could probably break through them but he didn't want to bring attention to himself. The woman looked like she was setting up monitoring equipment and prongs. It looked nasty and as the Doctor looked over at Clara she was unconscious again but breathing heavily. Red wire swapped with blue, green with yellow, orange with white. The Doctor worked quickly and quietly and with the friendship bracelet Clara had made him he tied a small magnet onto the phone. Throwing it across the room it stuck to the metal decoration on Clara's shoes. The noise it made attracted the woman's attention as she whipped around. Spotting the Doctors phone he only just had time to secretly take the SIM card out before she smashed it with her shoe.

"Oh no, no, no, we can't have that now can we?" she said tutting.

"What's your name?" the Doctor asked confusing her for a moment.

"Lindsay. Why?" she asked.

"Bye Lindsay!" he called before ripping his arms out of the clasps and pressing a button on the transporter. He and Clara vanished into thin air.

Xoxo

They landed back in the TARDIS with at thump as the two of them groaned loudly.

"Is... it... always... that rough?" Clara asked between gasps of pain.

"Yes... ouch I'd forgotten how much that killed," the Doctor replied. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned Clara's body. "Not long to go..." he thought out loud.

"Till what...? I... die?" Clara asked scared.

"Supposedly," came the reply.

"What... does that mean?!" Clara said angrily.

"I'm going to do something I've only ever done once before," the Doctor said ignoring Clara's question.

"What's... that?"

"Regenerate. But only half. To heal myself you see. That electrocution has taken its toll and I'm fairly sure my left wrist is broken. Last time I did this I put all my regeneration energy into my spare hand-"

"-spare... hand?"

"Yes my spare hand. This time I'm going to put it in you. Be resourceful for once. I'm going eco if you like!" the Doctor grinned as he lifted up his arms, the warm light wavering from his arms already. Suddenly he erupted into flames as he painfully joined his hands together and directed them to Clara. Clara watched in amazement as her pain was converted into a warm feeling. Her cuts healed up before her eyes and a smile spread across her face. It was over quickly though as the Doctor stumbled backwards.

"Doctor!" Clara cried jumping up but soon falling over again.

"Whoa there! Your still weak take it easy!" the Doctor said catching her.

"Not a chance. You saved me!" Clara said overjoyed. "I... I just though that was it..." she said a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"It was my fault," the Doctor said.

"Don't you start!" Clara said. "You could have hurried up saving me though!"

"Sorry I was a bit tied up!" the Doctor joked.

"That was so not funny," Clara said raising an eye. She suddenly burst into tears though as the Doctor hugged her.

"Hey it's ok. I'm not surprised your like this. You've had a bad day,"

"You think(!)" Clara cried smiling weakly again. "Let's get out of here," she said as the Doctor pulled the leaver down and they set off. Far, far away from Lindsay and her team...

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