Sometimes she wanted to throttle him. Did he have to constantly be on the move? Did he have to skip around every inch of each planet, and discover every nook and cranny? Answer every call or plea? Every time he stepped out of the protection of his great blue box, she would grit her teeth and follow behind him like the obedient servant she was. And while he enjoyed himself, solving one mystery after the next, she would force back the blood craving demons from sinking their teeth into his flesh. It wasn't she didn't enjoy the traveling, it was what she always wanted, but the fighting never stopped. It was always hardest when he would run off with Clara, and keeping track of them both while fighting back the dark horde of claws, was quite humanly impossible. Thank god she wasn't human, but at the end of the day, she could barely move with exhaustion.
"Oh, stop! Come back," she called at their backs, dodging a swipe from a long armed demon. More of the ugly beasts move past her, slithering toward the unexpected couple.
They aim to break free of their isolated world, and maybe they think she is the key to their escape, for a fatal attack on the Doctor and his companion would surely break her enough to allow them their freedom. She lets out a string of curses, turning her back on her own attacker and charges after them. As soon as she starts to run, a lace of fire springs down her back, lashing her back around. The mechanical laugh of the demon gurgles with the saliva dripping from its muzzle, her blood dripping down its claws. She ignores the pain, she has to, it will go away after a while. With a flick of her hand the demon crumbles into itself, its skin turning into black liquid, until it is nothing but a dark puddle in the street. She sprints away, finding the odd couple with the rest of the demons breathing down their necks.
"Go to hell," she hisses, and with a golden flash of light the demons combust into ashes. Finally, she lets out the breath she had been holding, the pain along her back still throbbing. She takes off the jacket she was wearing, inspecting the slashes the demon caused. Shaking her head she flaps it once, trying to shake off the crusted blood in the seems.
"See what you did?" She snaps at the Doctor. "If you hadn't run off like you did, you wouldn't have ruined my favorite jacket! Remember what you always told me? Never run off. Well you should follow your own bloody rule." The Doctor moves past her, never even sensing the sizzling glare of the creature. She sighs and follows after them.
"I mean really, the least you could do is offer a lady a new jacket."
They continued to walk.
"No ya wouldn't would ya. Too human of you."
Clara stopped to inspect a flower with glowing petals.
"But, then, I'm not really a lady." She lets the jacket fall to the ground, leaving it in a heap in a puddle. It was ruined anyway, and she didn't know how to fix it. Instead, she went to stand next to the Doctor's side.
"You know I'm getting tired of this one way conversation. How about you try for a change? Stop leaving me with all the dirty work." He stoops to pick up Clara's hand and they continue their walk to where ever they were going, she wasn't paying attention when a destination was declared.
"Right then," picking along next to them, "not in the mood today I see. S'okay, I can wait." She hums for a while as they walk, the suns warm, and for a moment she was content. They walked side by side, the Doctor in one of his usual rambles, and Clara asked questions about the new world around them. It felt nice, even though the gashes in her back stung, she felt the tissues knitting themselves back together. It was alright, she thought, it will be alright. But even with the suns warmth, her heart still felt cold. And even in the bright light of day, the foreboding shadows still crept along behind her. "I'm going insane," she muttered, and stopped her pace along side the Doctor, letting them trail ahead.
She felt sore and tired, her age taking a claim on her. Playing pretend didn't help much, because in the end the reality of her world stormed through her gates, and the cold rush burned away any warmth. No more warmth, no comfort, no family, no lover, nothing. Not even him, he was also gone from her, even though he stood in front of her. No one should be isolated, it warps the mind and darkens the soul. Pretending the arms of her mother where around her only caused her to start awake in the night, shuddering when realizing it was never real. The warmth of the suns wasn't even real, she couldn't feel it, she wasn't part of that world.
She hung her head, pitying herself for her own stupidity.
