This would take place in the Name of the Doctor. Does anyone else enjoy some Eleven!whump, or is that just me? I dunno - I always liked whump. X3
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Torture
Listening to the Doctor cry out repeatedly in pain was a horrific experience for Clara. She wasn't quite sure what she didn't like less – the constant pounding of her heart as she watched the Doctor jerk around, or the fact that the Doctor was honest-to-God screaming or the simple concept that the Doctor was dying millions and millions of times over and over and over again.
Clara rolled the Doctor over on his back, only barely holding up his head with a hand. She looked at the red, shining, tube-like structure of the Doctor's time-stream with wide eyes. Simeon – the Great Intelligence, whatever – had just jumped into it. Actually jumped into it.
And now he was killing the Doctor time after time again. Clara's head hurt just to think about the pain that the Doctor was going through.
It was pure, evil-hearted torture. Clara didn't even care that the Doctor might have done a few bad things back when he was younger – she really, really didn't care about that. Right now, she only worried about what would become of the Doctor if he wasn't somehow saved.
Clara grit her teeth and stared defiantly at the time-stream. Surely, there had to be a way to save the Doctor…just once…after all the times that he saved her…
A million copies all killing the Doctor at the same time, Clara thought to herself. A million copies…but what if there were a million copies who could save the Doctor at the same time?
At that moment, everything seemed to click into place – a girl in the Dalek Asylum. A girl in Victorian London. I've done this before, haven't I? A million copies…millions and millions…
Clara knew what she had to do.
A/N - Listening to Sky's Still Blue by Andrew Belle while writing this little piece really helped. Not quite sure why. Music has that strange effect on writing, doesn't it?
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