Sorry about the wait, but here's the next chapter! it's a bit short, but i hope you all enjoy it and please let me know what you think! ^^
"Really now? Haven't you figured it out yet?" I snapped my gaze to them, eyes ice cold. "I don't take lightly to my friends being threatened. And really, Martha? Damsel in distress? I thought you were better than that."
Martha glared at me. "I'll show you damsel in distress." She snapped, just as Baines and the rest of the Family snapped their heads up; Latimer having opening the watch.
"It's him!"
Taking her chance, Martha managed to take the gun from Jenny and use her as a shield as she pointed the gun at Baines.
"One more move, and I shoot."
"Oh, the maid is full of fire." Baines mocked.
"And you can shut up!" She pointed the gun up at the ceiling and fired, pointing it back at him as Mr. Clarke cautioned Baines.
"Careful, son of mine. This is all for you so that you can live forever."
"Shoot you down?" Baines questioned, raising his own gun.
"Try it. We'll die together."
"Would you really pull the trigger?… Looks too scared."
"Scared and holding a gun's a good combination. Do you want to risk it?"
Baines looked over at me as I held my hands up in surrender. "I wouldn't risk it. Martha's rather unpredictable when she's upset."
"Oh, button it." Martha snapped at me as I gave her a smile and the Family reluctantly lowered their guns; Joan returning to my side as Martha spoke.
"Doc—Mr. Smith, get everyone out. There's a door at the side." She nodded towards it. "It's over there. Go on! Do it, Mr. Smith. I mean you."
I nudged Joan and she nodded, taking control then. "Do what she said. Everybody out, now! Don't argue, Mr. Jackson. They're mad. That's all we need to know. Susan, Miss Cooper, outside! All of you!"
She managed to get everyone out with John's help and as he was getting the last person out, Martha caught him as he hesitated.
"And you. Go on. Just shift."
"And what about you two?"
"We'll be alright, John." I smiled, still mentally panicking. "Could you escort Joan to safety please?"
He nodded and did so, just as Martha shoved Jenny towards the Family as Mr. Clarke raised his gun.
"Don't try anything! I'm warning you, or funny boy gets it."
"She's almost brave, this one." Baines said, the group stepping forward.
"I should've taken her form. Much more fun. So much spirit." Jenny quipped as Martha ran into me, I myself covering her hands on the gun as I spoke quietly.
"Give me the gun and go."
"I can't do that!" She harshly whispered back. "They think you're the Doctor! They're going to kill you! He wouldn't want this."
"I know, and I'm not going to do anything but buy us some more time. And I'm sorry, but I couldn't save Jenny."
Martha's jaw tightened as she blinked away tears, reluctantly letting the gun go and moving behind me; the two of us backing up as the Family moved towards us. Before either of us could do anything though, we were both grabbed by a scarecrow.
"Get the gun!" Baines shouted, giving Martha and I a chance to escape and rush out of the building.
"See? No problem!" I chuckled nervously as we ran outside where John and Joan were.
"You're bonkers! You hear me?! Completely bonkers!"
"I'm engaged to a madman in a blue box, of course I'm bonkers!"
"You're engaged?!" Joan and John exclaimed and I grabbed both of their wrists.
"Don't just stand there, run! I'll explain later!"
Once we managed to get to the school, John pulled the gate closed and rushed inside, ringing the bell loudly.
"What are you doing?!" Martha called out as I shouted over the noise.
"Martha, leave it! Believe it or not, we need to get the boys together!"
John nodded. "Maybe one man can't fight them, but this school teaches us to stand together. Take arms! Take arms!" He shouted as the students came down.
I groaned. "No! We should be evacuating everyone! God, why does he never listen to me?"
"Probably because you tell people they'll be fine and then they find themselves with a gun to their head?!" Martha yelled at me.
"I gave you a heads up! And I promised you'd be fine! I wouldn't promise that if I was going to be wrong!"
Of course, I got slapped and Martha glared at me.
"That's for getting me taken hostage!"
"Ow!" I whined, rubbing my cheek as Joan smiled a little.
"Ah, I see why you get hit so much now."
I pouted at her as she chuckled, but then the headmaster came down, immediately demanding answers which John and Joan supplied, but when the headmaster took Mr. Philips with him to investigate, I knew I had a choice to make. I either needed to go with Martha and Joan, or I had to go out with the headmaster and save Mr. Philips. Making my choice, I cursed under my breath and headed off to go save a life.
Joan followed after Martha as she rushed up to John's study, but questions were still running through her head about everything and she finally couldn't hold them back any longer.
"Martha, who is Alex, really? Him and John."
"Oh, you're not going to be happy." Martha grumbled. "Look, Alex, sh—he's not really the Doctor. He just said that because he's got some big ol' plan up in his head. John's the Doctor. I know it sounds mad, but when the Doctor became human, he took the alien part of himself and he stored it inside the watch. It's not really a watch, it just looks like a watch." Martha explained once they'd reached John's study and began searching through his things.
"And alien means… not from abroad, I take it." She then frowned. "And what about Alex? He said he was engaged to the Doctor."
Martha sighed. "I honestly think Alex should tell you this, but Alex is really… a girl."
Joan made a face. "You are joking, surly..."
Martha shook her head. "No. No, I'm not. Alex really is a woman, and she really is engaged to the Doctor. She's got the ring on a chain around her neck. And she's… actually someone called 'The Seer'. Like from John's dreams."
Joan grew even more confused. "Alex is not only a woman, but also this psychic who pops in and out of the Doctor's life?"
"Yup." Martha said, popping the 'p'. "And the man you call 'John Smith', he was born on another world."
"A different species… Alex as well?"
Martha shook her head. "No, Alex is human. Was human. It's complicated."
"How so?" Joan pushed, mind swirling with this new information and struggling to get her head wrapped around it.
"She has two hearts for one thing, but she has this energy in her that causes her to hop from one point in the Doctor's life to another."
Joan furrowed her brows as she stared at the floor. "It… makes some sense. It would explain much of what Alex has shown me."
Martha nodded. "Yeah, and she has this foreknowledge of events, which is how she knows how to change things like saving that guy who spoke up earlier."
"Then tell me. In this fairy tale, who are you?" Joan asked.
"Just a friend. Just the Doctor and Alex's friend."
"And human, I take it?"
"Human. Don't worry. And more than that, I just don't follow him around. I'm training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine."
"Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your color." Joan said, though with a bit of doubt.
"Oh, do you think?" Martha held up her hand, pointing as she spoke. "Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal."
Joan began to look a little flustered now. "You read that in a book."
"Yes!" Martha laughed. "To pass my exams! Can't you see? This is true."
Joan scoffed out her nose, grabbing her book. "I must go."
"No! If we find that watch, we can stop them." Martha said, trying to compromise, but Joan was a stubborn woman.
"Those boys are going to fight. I might not be a doctor, but I'm still their nurse. They need me." She rushed out then and Martha sighed, returning to her search.
Joan frowned though, having talked to John about his home town, but receiving no real answers from him and when Alex came in, Joan only grew more conflicted and went to confront her as well.
"You're a woman."
Alex cringed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "Martha sold me out, did she? And honestly, I'm really sorry about not saying anything, but I needed to stick by the Doctor in case something happened… which it did..."
"The Seer too..."
Alex groaned. "Alright, she told you everything. Sorry, again."
"But this Seer and the Doctor sound like some… some romantic lost princes." John piped in, getting confused as he looked at Alex. "Would you rather that? Am I not enough?"
Alex looked between him and Joan, conflicted. "It's not that John. Things are just complicated."
"I've got to go." John said, turning away, but Joan stopped him.
"Martha was right about one thing, though. Those boys, they're children. John Smith and Alex wouldn't want them to fight, never mind the Doctor or the Seer."
Alex nodded, shifting closer to him. "The man I was getting to know here, John Smith, he knows it's wrong for those boys to be fighting, just as I do. Doesn't he?"
The headmaster called out to John, who gave them both a pained look.
"What choice do I have?"
He kissed Alex briefly, pulling away before hurrying off as Alex sighed.
"We always have a choice. It's just a matter of figuring out what the choices are and which one is the right one to take."
"And what choice are you taking, Alex?" Joan asked her and she smiled a little.
"The right one. Because those boys won't be killing anyone, just scarecrows and if I'm lucky—like I was with Mr. Philips—then maybe the headmaster will make it through this too."
"What's supposed to happen to the headmaster?" Joan questioned and Alex winced.
"Spoilers."
Guns started going off then and Alex's head snapped up, before she rushed outside to where the boys were slaughtering a number of scarecrows that came through the door. She noticed John standing there as well with his gun raised, but she smiled slightly at seeing that not once did he let off a shot. The cease fire went out and the headmaster moved ahead of the firing line to look at the scarecrows and give the boys the news.
"Just straw. Like he said. Straw!"
"Then no one's dead, sir. We killed no one." One of the boys spoke up and Alex nodded.
"No one's dead."
"Stand to." The headmaster ordered, moving back behind the firing line once more as the little girl with the balloon came out. "You girl, come out of the way. Come into the school. You don't know who's out there. It's the Cartwright girl, isn't it? Come here. Come to me."
He started to move into the firing line again, but Alex gripped his arm to stop him; gaze dead serious.
"Not a good idea, sir."
"What?"
Martha hurried out then, shouting. "Mr. Rocastle! Please don't go near her!"
"You were told to be quiet." He told Martha, trying to get his arm out of Alex's grip, but to no avail.
"Just listen to me. She's part of it. Matron, tell him." Martha said.
"I think that. I don't know. I think you should stay back, Headmaster."
"Mr. Smith." Martha called out, pulling him out of his train of thoughts to try and convince the Headmaster.
"She was, she was with, with Baines in the village."
"Mr. Smith, I've seen many strange sights this night, but there is no cause on God's Earth that would allow me to see this child in the field of battle, sir. Now let me go, Mr. Holmes."
"You're funny." The little girl said as Alex nodded.
"I agree. No child on the field of battle. Please. This whole courtyard is filled with children."
"Mr. Holmes! Release me!"
"Not a chance." Alex huffed, easily yanking him back behind her as the girl pulled out a gun and shot.
The beam hit Alex in the chest and she crumpled to the ground as shouts rang out from John, Joan, and Martha; but the girl just scoffed.
"Now, who's gonna shoot me? Any of you? Really?!"
John spoke then, voice tight.
"Put down your guns."
"But, sir, Mr. Holmes..." A student muttered, not knowing what to do and confused by John's actions as he put down his own, unfired, weapon.
"I'll not see this happen. Not anymore. You will retreat in an orderly fashion back through the school. Hutchinson, lead the way."
"But sir..."
The student and John looked over as Baines entered the courtyard.
"I said, lead the way." John ordered as Baines smirked.
"Well, go on then. Run!" He shot up in the air, making them scatter, but no one expected what happened next as Alex shot right back up.
"My god that hurt!" She said with a cringe, pulling out a silver platter from under her shirt and wincing at the scorch mark on it. "Gotta say though, love these things."
"Alex?!"
"You're alive!"
"Yup!" Alex chirped, before the scarecrows started to get up again. "And there's our cue! Run!"
Or so I said, but that hit from the gun hurt worse than I thought and after a while, I was slumped over and wheezing as John and the others shooed the boys out of the school. I was doing my best to hide it, but I honestly thought I might have broken a rib with that last stunt. Seriously, is there ever going to be a moment when I don't get hurt? First the vampires in Venice clawing my leg up, then getting kicked by a horse, and now being shot at by the Family of Blood. Joan caught sight of me then and placed a gentle hand on my back as she looked at me in concern.
"Are you alright?"
"F-Fine." I breathed out, forcing a smile on my face as I straighten up as best I could with a wince. "M-Might have possibly… cracked something? Happens when I get shot at, apparently."
"Alex, that could be very serious!"
"More important things to worry about, unfortunately." I smiled. "End of the world and all that. Might I propose a retreat?"
John opened the door, but scarecrows were right there and he immediately shut it and nodded. "Retreat it is!"
We hurried out into the forested area outside the school, only to hear Mr. Clarke calling out loudly.
"Doctor!"
We crouched behind some shrubs as we stared hopelessly at the Tardis behind the man.
"Come back, Doctor! Come home! Come and claim your prize!"
Baines soon joined him. "Out you come, Doctor! There's a good boy. Come to the Family."
"Time to end it now!" Jenny called out as well as Martha turned to the stunned John.
"You recognize it, don't you?"
"Come out, Doctor! Come to us!" Jenny continued as John spoke.
"I've never seen it in my life."
"Not even her name?" I questioned, hoping that by calling the Tardis a 'her' it might clue him in to something.
Even Joan looked at him and tried to help. "I'm sorry, John, but you wrote about it. The blue box. You dreamt of a blue box."
He looked torn and I felt my hearts breaking for what I knew he was going through.
"I'm not… I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be. John Smith. With his life, and his job..." He looked at me, voice cracking and tears in his eyes. "...and his love. Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man?"
"Yes. John Smith is a great man." I breathed out, but he went on.
"Why can't I stay?"
He covered his mouth to stifle the escaping sobs and Martha turned to him.
"But we need the Doctor."
"What am I then? Nothing? I'm just a story."
He got up and rushed off, the rest of us following after him somberly before Joan got our attention.
"This way. I think I know somewhere we can hide."
"We've got to keep going." John insisted and I grabbed his hand tightly.
"John, trust her."
He didn't look happy about it, but allowed me to pull him along as Joan led us to the home of the little girl and her family; guilt once more swirling in my gut over how I couldn't save them.
"Oh, here we are." Joan panted out as I gripped my shirt just above my chest in pain at the running we'd just done. "It should be empty. Oh, it's a long time since I've run that far."
"But who lives here?" Martha asked.
"No one." I breathed out, wincing as I straightened up. "It's that little girl's home. Her parents probably got caught in the crossfire… I couldn't save them."
I hurried off towards the home with the others following behind me and I stared at the set table solemnly, knowing that this family's deaths were on my head.
"Stone cold." Joan muttered, touching the tea kettle. "How easily I accept these ideas."
Everyone grew quiet as John moved to sit down and I took in a deep breath, to prepare myself for what John was going to say; hoping that I could keep my temper.
"I must go to them, before anyone else dies."
"You can't." Joan said, sitting down as well before she turned to Martha and I. "Alex, Martha, there must be something we can do."
"Not without the watch." Martha muttered and John immediately went on the offensive.
"You're this Doctor's companion, can't you help?!" He shouted. "What exactly do you do for him?! Why does he need you?!"
"Don't you talk to her like that." I snapped at him, making him turn to me in surprise. "The Doctor needs his companions. Every one of them. Doesn't matter if they're smart or, or pretty, or strong. He needs them because they keep him happy. Because each and every one of them are important to him whether they do anything or not. Because he's just..."
"He's lonely." Martha spoke up and John looked at her in disbelief.
"And that's what you want me to become?"
There came a knock at the door then and all eyes went to it in fear, but I just waved my hand.
"Open it, Martha."
"What if it's them?" Joan questioned.
"Scarecrows don't knock." I replied back, taking a seat myself. "It's Latimer. He's got the watch."
Martha's eyes widened and she hurried to the door and let the boy in, taking the watch from him and holding it out to John as he stood.
"Hold it."
"I won't." He refused.
"Please, just hold it."
Even Latimer was trying to get him to. "It told me to find you. It wants to be held."
"You've had this watch all this time?" Joan questioned then, buying time for John to come to terms with what he was going to do. "Why didn't you return it?"
"Because it was waiting. And because I was so scared of the Doctor and the Seer."
"Why?" Joan questioned, looking between John and I as Latimer stared us both down.
"Because I've seen them. The Doctor, he's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun."
"Stop it." John said, voice cracking, but Latimer went on.
"He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe."
"Stop it! I said stop it."
"And he's wonderful." Latimer finished, before turning to me. "And the Seer is so different. The Seer is something new and mysterious. She is brave and strong and challenges even the most frightening of creatures. She is like the universe in it's infinite vastness and yet has such a lonely life. She has lost everything, given it up for the Doctor and she continues to give it up for him. She is so lonely and sad, but finds hope from the Doctor and they share their burdens together."
I gave him a slight smile, bobbing my head in appreciation as Joan pulled something from her pocket.
"I've still got this." She said, holding John's journal. "The journal."
"Those are just stories." John snapped.
"Now, we know that's not true. Perhaps there's something in here—"
There was a loud noise and the windows lit up as everyone went to the window to look outside. Everyone except me.
"What the hell?!"
"They're destroying the village." Joan muttered as John turned around and took the watch from Martha.
"The watch."
He moved towards the door, but I stepped in his path, stopping him. "Don't."
He paused, looking ready to say something, but then his eyes went to the watch and Latimer stepped forward.
"Can you hear it?"
"I think he's asleep. Waiting to awaken." John said softly.
"Why did he speak to me?" Latimer suddenly asked and John immediately rattled off his answer.
"Oh, low level telepathic field. You were born with it. Just an extra synaptic engram causing—" John sucked in a breath, stopping his quick Doctor-like rambling. "Is that how he talks?"
"That's him. All you have to do is open it and he's back." Martha said, only upsetting him more.
"You knew this all along and yet you watched while Alex and I—"
"I didn't know how to stop you. He gave me a list of things to watch out for, but that wasn't included."
He looked at her in shock. "Falling in love? That didn't even occur to him?"
Martha hesitated. "N-No."
"Then what's sort of man is that?" John cried. "And now you expect me to die?!"
Martha tried to explain. "It was always going to end, though! The Doctor said the Family's got a limited lifespan, and that's why they need to consume a Time Lord. Otherwise, three months and they die… Like mayflies, he said."
"So your job was to execute me."
"People are dying out there. They need him and I need him. Because you've got no idea of what he's like. I've only just met him! It wasn't even that long ago, but… he is everything. He's just everything to me and he doesn't even look at me, but I don't care… because I love him to bits… And I hope to God, he won't remember me saying this."
Never mind me hearing it. I mentally scoffed as the house shook again.
"It's getting closer." Latimer mumbled as John moved over to the fireplace with a gasp.
"I should have thought of it before. I can give them this. Just the watch. Then they can leave and I can stay as I am."
"You can't do that!"
"If they want the Doctor, then they can have him."
"He'll never let you do it. Alex will never let you do it."
"If they get what they want, then… then..." He looked over at me as I gave him a sad glance and shifted my gaze down to the floor as Joan spoke up; having gotten to the end of the journal.
"Then it all ends in destruction. I never read to the end, but those creatures would live forever to breed and conquer, for war across the stars for every child."
The Doctor's expression broke and I finally couldn't stay silent any longer.
"Martha, Latimer, Joan… could you all go outside for a moment? Please..." I breathed out and they nodded, leaving to go sit on the porch as John tried not to cry.
The moment they were out the door though, he broke into tears and I went over and clung to him; lowering him into a chair as he sobbed on my shoulder. Once he calmed though, I pulled away from him and let him stare at the watch as I spoke softly.
"John, I… I want to explain what I said before the dance. When I said that I just couldn't do it..." I took a deep breath and let it out softly, wincing as my chest ached. "I wanted to, honestly. I wanted to love you like I loved the Doctor. I thought… I thought that you were the same person. That John Smith was just a part of the Doctor that… doesn't get seen often. But there's this… connection that the Doctor and I have. I'm only part human, but I'm part Time Lord too. And that means that I can do this thing with my mind, where I can share my emotions with someone or feel what someone else is feeling. But it also means that I can… I can speak to people, aliens, whatever that have this same capability. I can… speak to the Doctor through this connection we have. But I tried, when you kissed me, and I couldn't feel anything. And that just… it just made me feel so alone."
My voice cracked on that last word and I looked over at John with sad eyes as he spoke.
"But you'll have me..."
Tears clogged my throat as I spoke. "But you're not him, John. And it kills me to say that, but… I'm not human. Not completely. I'm bits and pieces of things. Part Time Lord, part Tardis, part human. I'm just a big jumble of things a-and I'm not even from this universe! I can never go back to my home with my family and friends, to my job or my old life or anything, because I gave all for that up to be with the Doctor. And I understand that you love me and I care a lot for you too, but…" I took his hand and placed it on my chest, moving it from one side to the other for him to feel my two hearts beating away. "But you and I are more different than you think. I-I don't even know if I age properly anymore or if I'll catch some alien disease and die far before you. And I already left this sort of life once. I left that job and home life, because I felt I wasn't actually living. And I know I sound selfish a-and I'm not thinking of how you'd feel about this, but I'm trying. And all I see in the future is one of us being unhappy, if not both of us. So many people have already died because of me, John, and I don't want anymore of that. And if you try to give that watch to the Family, then that's all there will be."
I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what I was about to say next.
"But if you really want this life… if you honestly and truthfully want to live as John Smith, then I will not stop you, but I will not join you either." I looked up at him seriously, determined. "I will give you that chance to live here peacefully as John Smith."
"H-How?" He questioned and I gave him a small sad smile.
"I will go. Because I will do anything if it means the Doctor will be happy, so I will do anything for you John."
I got up then and headed for the door, giving him a chance to think on his own. Thing was, I didn't get very far before I was grabbed by the wrist and spun around. Lips pressed themselves to mine and I went to pull away, but something was different this time. A consciousness brushed up against my own and I immediately let it in, deepening the kiss in the process as the Doctor pulled me closer and draped a curtain of warm love and desperation over my mind. When we finally pulled away, I spoke breathlessly.
"You're late."
"Sorry." He apologized, pressing his forehead to mine with his eyes clenched shut. "I'm so sorry."
"Stop." I murmured softly, ignoring the way he tightened his grip on me and made my chest ache. "I gave John a choice and he chose this."
"Were you… Were you really going to do that for me, Alex?"
I smiled a bit. "I would do anything to make you happy, Doctor."
"Then don't ever do that again. Not ever. I wouldn't be able to survive without you, Alex." He muttered, gripping me even tighter before I finally let out a hiss of pain and he loosened up. "Sorry."
"Enough with the apologies, spaceman." I said, pulling away from him. "You've got a village to save, remember? Kissing and other such activities can come later."
He flushed a bright red, as though only then realizing that he'd just made out with me and I couldn't help the small smile that came over my lips as he began stuttering.
"I-I just… I wasn't… I mean, I was, but..."
"Oh, shut up." I said with a roll of my eyes, kissing him again briefly, before turning him around and pushing him towards the door. "Go on. Go save the world."
He nodded, taking a deep breath and straightening himself out, before opening the door and facing Martha, Latimer and Joan.
"Are you back? Are you the Doctor?" Martha questioned and he smiled.
"The one and only."
Martha grinned and hugged him as he chuckled and spun her around before smiling down at her.
"Thank you, Martha Jones." He then turned to Latimer and ruffled his hair. "And thanks to you too, Timothy."
"My pleasure, sir."
Then he turned to Joan. "And thank you, Matron..." He threw a thumb my way. "...for keeping an eye on my troublesome Alexander."
"Hey!" I pipped up, though a smile remained on my face as Joan nodded.
"Of course. It was my pleasure… Doctor."
"Right then!" He said, expression getting serious as he stared out into the woods. "Let's get started."
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord and his companion the Seer. And then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he'd run away from us and hidden. Why the Seer, who knew everything that was going to happen, stayed behind and stayed close to him. They were being kind.
He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains, forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there forever. The two of them still visit my little sister once a year, every year. I wonder if one day they might forgive her, but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror, every mirror. If you ever look at your reflection and see something move behind you, just for a second, that's her. That's always her. As for me, I was suspended in time. And the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England, as their protector. We wanted to live forever, so the Doctor and the Seer made sure we did.
And the worst part was, the whole time the Seer made sure to apologize to us. Never forgiving us for what we tried to do, but apologizing all the same for what we'd gone through to become who we did, and for what we will go through for the rest of eternity. Why she did that, we will never know. But that is what the Seer is. She is the one who stands beside the Doctor and looks at the cruelest of creatures, the most dangerous of villains, and she apologizes. She cries for them, because they can't and never will. And she understands them, treating them as humanly as possible, and it kills them. The Seer is the most feared being in all of time and space. And the reason, is because she cares and she makes them feel.
Sneak Peak:
"Not Vegas, then." Clara called out over the noise and I shook my head.
"Oh, definitely not. Vegas isn't this wet or this cold."
The Doctor though, was hardly bothered. "No. No, this is much better! And not just because Alex is here." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"Keep it in your pants, spaceman. Where are we?"
"A sinking submarine?" Clara offered and the Doctor corrected her.
"A sinking Soviet submarine!"
