He was looking at her. Not in the way that made her heart race or blood rush to her face, but in the way that made her shift uneasily; attempting to meet his stare but to halt halfway to glance in the opposite direction. He was trying to put together a puzzle, trying to answer the questions she left unanswered.

"What should we call you?" Clara asked, aware of the unsettled tension hanging around the room.

The woman's eyes cut toward her suddenly, "is that necessary?"

"Everything has a name," Clara laughed lightly.

The Doctor nodded, "yes you must have some sort of name. You can't go your whole life without one. No one goes around calling each other it or thing..."

"Is there anything you remember at all...perhaps when you were a child?" Clara interrupted quickly. How far should she play this game? The Creature wondered. How close could she let them in?

"Not really." She answered softly, hesitantly.

Clara raised an eyebrow. "So you have a partial memory?"

"A small one," the women cleared her throat.

"Go on." The Doctor pressured, he stepped closer, his hands crossed over his chest. His mind was working fast. Did she already let something slip?

"Light, lots of light. And buildings...people..." The woman's voice trailed off.

"How is it," the Doctors voice was low, reeling her eyes to finally meet his, "you barely have any memory at all, but know who we are," he stepped toward her, and she was surprised when she felt the instinct to back away; squaring her jaw, she refused to take her eyes way from his. "When you arrived here you addressed me by name."

The women scoffed, "you gave me your name." She reminded him snappishly.

"Yes, but you had something to give to me directly. A warning correct? You gave that warning specifically to me, meaning before you came, you must have known who I was in order to give this...warning, however vague it may be. Whatever happened before, there was a perfect design to get you here, a rather impossible design for you to arrive as you did. And to appear perfectly in the TARDIS without being lost in the vortex? A miracle, I say."

"Indeed," she breathed, she could not escape his gaze.

"You are not telling everything," he leaned closer; piercing eyes stealing her breath.

"If I had more to say I would. Am I not informing you of a threat that will harm you both? I am here on my own meaning telling you this."

"And at what cost?" He muttered skeptically. The women frowned.

"You being here at all is impossible, and yes you have been so gracious as to 'inform' us as you put it, but what merit does it have?" He stepped closer, she clenched her fists, her heart racing, "you put on a convincing front of indifference, but there is something...wrong." He inclined his head away from her, then abruptly turning on his heel to press more buttons on the counsel.

Her breath caught in her throat, unchecked anger begun to course through her veins. "Indifference? You say it is a miracle I am here, and yes it is. I could be stranded, lost in time. If you only knew the hell I was put through, and you say something is...wrong."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "what kind of hell? You said you had no memory."

The women swallowed. "I am not here to cause harm. I am here only to provide what I know will be a disaster."

"Yes, but what is it?" He sounded exasperated, "something will destroy the universe, and I am the target? As wonderful as it sounds, that is something I hear almost daily. If there is something coming, it would be nice to know what 'it' is. Otherwise we might completely be looking the other way when 'it' does arrive and we will never know before it is too late."

The women's lips thinned. Her eyes glowing that unusual golden light a sign of her temper rising. She glanced upward at the wall.

"Something of the wolf..." she muttered too softly.

"What?" Clara urged.

The women shifted her eyes to fix on Clara. "There is a wolf. I remember a wolf."
"What do you mean a wolf?" Clara inquired, confused.

The women motioned up to the words, "the big bad wolf, it wants to devour, wants to kill, likes to hurt, it wants to burn..." Her words were cut short by the sudden iron grip on her arm; his eyes gleaming down at her. She hissed and wrenched her arm away.

"What do you know of the wolf?" He gasped.

"That is all," she affirmed in a clipped voice.

"You said that before, but now there is more to this story," he challenged.

Be careful what you say, the haunting voice tickled her ear. Her eyes widened, her breathing shallow. The beast had surprised her. Its presence was no longer caged, it was roaming free, it could take her easily.

"That is all, I promise." She placed a hand over her eyes, seeking stable ground for her divided mind to rest on.

"What do you know of the wolf?" He was unrelenting.

Stupid, stupid!

She shouldn't have mentioned the wolf.

"I know it is the warning for the end. To warn you." She chanced to glance up at him. His eyes roved over her as if looking for something he couldn't find. She had given him more puzzle pieces, but none of them fit; too many pieces were missing.

"You know this how?" He continued to pressure.

"I told you that is all I know."

She fought the quiver in her voice, and worried he heard it. Whether he believed her or not, at least he knew of an impending threat, and maybe, if he did concede to believe her, they could find the way to destroy the beast.

"I know you don't trust me. But give me the time to show you that you can." He rubbed his hands over his face. With a sigh he leaned an arm against the railing and gave her a lopsided smile.

"If you cannot remember what brought you here, or who you are, then we must make you remember."

The women tightened her jaw.

"How?" Clara asked.

"You'll see." He gave the tense women a long look before, again, turning back to his gadgets. The women huffed.

"Even if you managed that, what makes you think I would delve my memories to you?"

The Doctor quirked a brow.

"I do not mean for you to give every detail of your life, not interested. The only memories I want are the one's the pertain to your arrival. You might be holding key evidence to what this 'thing' is."

The women pursed her lips, her eyes hardened.

"And how do you plane to go about retrieving these memories?"

"I'll show you, but you must allow me entrance to your mind." If his eyes had not been diverted, he would have seen the panic in her eyes; only Clara noticed the blanched, panicked face.

The women heard the beast snarl, and bit her tongue to hold back a scream as she felt the beast move, readying itself to take control.

Entrance to your mind...

The words echoed from a distant memory. She dared not relive that one, she could hear the screams emitting from it.

With a shallow breath she placed a hand on the railing. "I have given you everything I know. A good heads start. Messing with my mind is not something that sounds appealing."

"It's painless, I promise," he stated flippantly, not bothering to glance up.

Clara watched the exchange between the two in silence, registering how the women tensed with every passing minuet. Her brows were drawn tightly together, as if in deep thought, or in pain. Her jaw ground together, and her eyes still reflected sharp flecks of gold. Something was wrong.

"You will not touch my mind, or my memories," the women nearly shouted, she heaved as if she were one drowning, desperate for air. Locked memories of things she refused to bring to surface rattled in their boxes. She saw flashes of white coats, dark eyes, instruments made for pain, crying, and bright blinding light.

"Have something to hide?" The Doctor asked quizzically.

"I have no ill will toward you. I have given you something valuable, something that may save your life. At least show some respect."

He leaned his forearms against the counsel, "you would give up the chance to find out what exactly is hunting us?"

She opened her mouth to protest, but in that moment something inside her broke. Her chest heaved and she fell to her knees, hands covering her face. Too many questions, the beast didn't like his questions, and it wanted to hurt him. She heard Clara shout for her, but she sounded so fare away.

Stop! She wanted to plead.

I gave you a gift, and this is how you repay me? It snarled.

Another noise, the Doctor yelled, the lights flickered.

Must I remind you who holds all the power?

"You will not hurt him," she whispered into her hands. The beast surged, but she pushed back, fighting to remain in control. But she was weak, so tired, so weary. She felt the ground beneath her shift and knew they were all falling.

"You will not do this," she gripped her head, pulling on her hair.

You do not command me!

The TARIDS pitched making her fly across the floor and her back slamming against the console podium.

"As long as I breath, I do command you," with a muffled scream she heaved herself against the beast, and much to her astonishment, it let her regain full control, and retreated back into its darkened depths.

What the hell...

There was chaos around her. Lights flickered, and the Doctors anxious voice reached her ears.

"Everyone hold on!"

Again she was pitched forward, and almost tumbled down the staircase that lead down into the TARDIS depths. She reached and gripped the railing at the last moment and held on as they all tumbled through time.

It has been a while and I'm so sorry! It's been quite busy, but this story will continue!