A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 30: Thirty Percent

"Ladies and gentlemen," the computer, Gus, announced over the PA. "If you would be good enough to look through the windows on the right of the train, you'll be able to see the soaring majesty of the Magellan Black Hole."

"I remember when this was all planets," Elvis smirked as he and Olivia sat in a chair, Olivia on his knee and drinks in their hands while they looked out the window nearest to them. The swirling black hole looked like a drain amongst the reddish clouds around it, ominously majestic. "Too bad that beast ate them all. All kinds of planets, too. There was Obsidian…which was in perpetual darkness and another one completely covered in shrubs!"

"Uh-huh…" Olivia hummed, distractedly as she looked at Scotty and Clara still at their table, staring out the window as well.

He frowned at her in wonder before giving her a bored expression when he realized she wasn't really listening.

"Liv, I knew you were into older men, but he looks like your dad," he teased, taking a sip from his drink.

"Uh-huh," she hummed again, making him nearly spew and catching her attention to stare at him in wonder as he laughed and she blurted, "What?"

"Nothing," he chuckled before asking, "Do you want to go over there?"

"I'm making sure it's ok first," she explained. "They were having a moment."

"So were we…I thought," he muttered into his glass, making Olivia smack him in the chest with the back of her hand, not looking away from the other two.

"Ok, they're hugging! Let's go!" she urged, standing and grabbing his hand to drag him out of the chair and toward them. "Hi, guys! Did you see the black hole?! Are you talking about it?!"

"Olivia, you're acting drunk. Give me that drink," Elvis ordered, taking her drink from her and setting it on a passing waiter's tray, making Olivia pout. "No more for you."

"Scotty was just telling me about all the planets that used to be here," Clara reported, making him glare at her for a moment.

"Thedian Four," he suddenly began. "Constant acid rain. Had a lovely picnic there once, wearing a gas mask."

"I remember that," Elvis added, making Scotty turn his glare on him.

"That's a lie."

The four looked to the blonde that had spoken up and was now staring at them.

"I'm sorry?" Clara frowned at her as Olivia glanced around, noticing that everyone was staring at them.

"That's a lie, what you said," the blonde said again. "Thedian Four was destroyed thousands of years ago, so you couldn't have been there."

"Miss Pitt," a man in the Captain's uniform called, stepping forward and catching everyone's attention…except Miss Pitt. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather rest in our room?"

"Those men are liars," she warned, pointing to the Doctors.

"Perhaps you'll allow Mr. Carlyle to escort you back," the captain hoped as a handsome young man stepped forward to entreat her toward the door, and she hurried out as he bid.

"She looked extremely upset," Elvis whispered in Olivia's ear, and she nodded in agreement.

"Sorry about that, but suppose it's understandable under the circumstances," the captain apologized then looked up at the four as they all frowned in wonder at what he meant. "I don't believe we've been introduced. Captain Quell."

"I'm Clara, this is the Doctor," she introduced first as Scotty smiled quickly, then she looked to Olivia, realizing she didn't know how she should introduce them.

"And I'm Olivia," she smiled, taking Elvis' arm as she resumed, "This is my husband…Doctor Felton."

"Ah, more of them," Captain Quell nodded with a smile.

"Sorry? More of what?" Clara wondered.

"Oh, we've got doctors and professors coming out of our ears on this trip," Quell reported. "So what are you doctors of?"

"Now there's a question that's never asked often enough," Scotty retorted first. "Let's say…intestinal parasites."

"I'm beginning to think Miss Pitt was right about you," Quell replied before looking to Elvis. "And you, Sir? Or are you colleagues?"

"No, actually," Elvis grinned. "I'm the love doctor."

"Cheesy joke," Olivia laughed, jamming an elbow into his side. "He's an astrophysicist."

Quell frowned at the lot of them before touching his hat with a nod and turning to be on his way.

"What's wrong with her," Clara asked, making him stop and turn back to them. "Miss Pitt, I mean. Did something happen?"

"You mean you really don't know?" Quell wondered, glancing between them all before stepping back toward them. "Her mother died very suddenly, but before she passed, she was having hallucinations."

"What kind of hallucinations?" Elvis asked, he and Olivia leaning on the table to listen a little more intently.

"Something about a mummy coming toward her," Quell explained. "She was certain it was coming toward her down the aisle and then she suddenly fell unconscious. We put her in the Excelsior Life Extender but it did no good. She died of a heart attack."

"No wonder Miss Pitt is so upset," Olivia murmured.

"I'd be just as delirious if my mother died in front of me," Clara agreed.

"It couldn't have been too much of a surprise," Quell added. "The woman, god rest her soul, was over a hundred years old. But the manner in which she passed was quite a shock."

The young man that had escorted Miss Pitt out returned and tapped Quell on the shoulder to murmur something in his ear.

"If you'll all excuse me," he nodded, touching his hat before turning to head after Carlyle, leaving the four to talk amongst themselves.

"Liv—! Mmph!"

Olivia slapped a hand over Elvis' mouth before she grinned, "Why don't we find our rooms?! We have rooms, don't we? Please tell me we have rooms."

"Yes, we have rooms," Scotty replied as Clara frowned between Olivia and Elvis, who struggled to be free of Olivia's grip, to no avail. "But there's only two."

"That's alright," Clara smiled as Olivia finally lowered her hand from Elvis' mouth when she was sure they'd changed the subject. "Olivia can bunk with me and I'm sure you wouldn't mind bunking with Doctor Presley."

"Good one," Olivia chuckled, making Elvis roll his eyes as Scotty sneered at the thought of bunking with him. "Well this should be nice! I hardly get any girl time with anyone, except my mother."

"Well, why don't we have a look at the rooms?" Elvis grinned.

"Yes!" Olivia cheered, grabbing Clara's arm and walking with her toward the exit.

The Doctor stepped behind them but didn't speak to each other as Olivia and Clara chatted excitedly, but the subject was changed back to what they'd heard when they reached their rooms.

"There's a body and there's a mummy," Clara whispered to the group then asked Scotty, "Can you not just get on a train?"

"It's pretty much a rule of the universe that shenanigans happen when the Doctor is around," Olivia retorted.

"It might be nothing," Scotty shrugged as they continued down the hall. "Old ladies die all the time. It's practically their job description."

"And the monster?" Clara asked as the stopped in front of the door to the room where the Doctors would be sleeping.

"No one saw it except her, suggesting that it wasn't even there," Elvis pointed out then shrugged, "Dying brain, lack of oxygen, hallucinations—"

"Anyway, people do just die sometimes," Scotty chimed in. "She was over a hundred years old."

"Says the two thousand year old man," Clara shot back with a smirk as Olivia and Elvis glanced between them, silently.

"Clara, you actually sound as if you want this to be a thing," Scotty noted, then asked, "Do you?"

"No," she retorted, defensively. "No. Look, if you think that there is nothing to worry about then that is fine by me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Alright! You're sure, he's sure, let's get to bed!" Olivia grinned, trying to cut the tension as she took Clara's hand to pull her toward the door to their room.

"Wait! Liv! Hang on!" Elvis called, hurrying after her to pull her further down the hall to speak with her alone as Clara remained by the door to speak with Scotty. "Can't we have our own room? I think I have a right to sleep with my wife, don't you?"

"Theta, you see me every day, I think one night without me is not gonna kill you," Olivia retorted.

"No, but maybe I need you close to me right now, considering you were kidnapped recently, and there's a mummy on board!" he grinned excitedly, having started out serious.

"I thought we agreed that was a hallucination?!" she hissed.

"A hallucination that suddenly kills an old lady, and only she can see it? Come on, Liv, you know better than that! There's obviously something going on here!"

"No! This is their world, not ours. We follow their lead, and don't you dare try to sway him one way or the other, got it?"

"Alright," he pouted, and Olivia gave a definite nod. "But what if we do an investigation of our own?! We don't even have to involve them, I promise!"

"Theta, no."

"Oh, but, Liv—!"

"I said no," she hissed, making him sigh, helplessly before something occurred to him and he smirked, shifting closer to her. She narrowed her gaze suspiciously at him before she drawled, "What?"

"We can't let what could be going on ruin their last adventure, now can we, Liv?" he smiled, taking her hands to stroke her fingers. "We could investigate what's going on, and if anything is going on, we can take care of it ourselves, and if it's nothing, then no harm done. We all go about it as if nothing happened."

Olivia knew he was just saying what he thought would persuade her to go on an adventure, when in reality she really didn't need much convincing. From the moment she heard the story she was chomping at the proverbial bit to investigate, but she held herself back, knowing this world wasn't hers, as she'd said before. Now, as she thought he would, her Doctor had found the perfect excuse to find out what was going, even if it was on their own instead of with the other two that had brought them here.

"Oh, alright!" she hissed, sounding fed up, when really her stomach was flipping with excitement as he grinned with it as well. "Let's just wait a while and then we'll go on and have a look around, alright?"

"Got it," he nodded before pulling her close to plant a kiss to her lips, still grinning when he pulled back to look down at her. "I love you, Mrs. Sigma."

"And I love you, Mr. Sigma," she grinned back. "Now let's get over there before they get suspicious."

They made their way back to the rooms, stepping up to the doors and giving each other a wink before they stepped in.

"Took you long enough," Clara smirked at Olivia as she stepped in, quickly closing the door behind her. "What was he so upset about?"

"Oh, just whining that we couldn't have a room of our own," Olivia smiled, half honestly as she noticed Clara sitting on the bed and pulling off her shoes. "You know, I've never been on a train where you actually have your own room."

"Nor me," Clara smiled, sitting up to slip her shoes off once they were unbuckled and gazing around the room. "Think they've got something for us sleep in here?"

"Here's a closet," Olivia noticed, stepping toward a door and opening it up to find one pair of pajamas hanging there. "Just for you, I guess."

"Maybe we can get someone to bring another pair—?"

"Oh, don't bother!" Olivia smiled, heading back toward the door, nervously and making Clara frown at her in wonder the whole way. "I can just run to the TARDIS and see if she can give me some. I know it's really our TARDIS, but…she gave me the dress easily enough. Don't worry about me. You just get your rest…or not! You know. Whatever. I'll be right back. I don't care which bed I have either, by the way. Top or bottom…doesn't matter. Be back in a flash!"

Olivia hurried out the door, leaving a confused Clara to frown at the door before she shook it away and went about changing.

On the other side of the door Olivia leaned heavily against it with a sigh before heading back down the hall to knock on the door where the Doctors were. She made to knock, but stopped herself when she realized she didn't want Scotty to know what they were planning. She kept changing her mind, moving to knock and then stopping herself before waving it off and heading the other way, deciding he would catch up later.

Meanwhile...

Elvis watched Scotty wriggle his fingers through the air, anxiously while lying on his back in the bottom of the bunks in their room. Scotty placed his hands on his face and sighed as Elvis glanced to the door, itching to leave and head after Olivia. He'd noticed her shadow at the foot of the door, but said nothing. He had to wait for Scotty to either be distracted or fall asleep.

"It's nothing," Scotty assured himself. "Nothing. Definitely. Ninety-nine percent…sure."

Elvis smirked, knowingly before he realized if he could get…himself on board with the investigation, it could be done and taken care of even quicker and Clara would be none the wiser. Making his mind up, he casually made a remark.

"Really?" Elvis chirped, drawing Scotty's attention. "Ninety-nine percent? That's quite high. That the figure you're sticking with?"

Scotty stared at Elvis as the latter looked at him casually, leaning back on the closet door. He was hooked.

"Ok, ok," Scotty retracted, then replied, "Sixty-nine."

Elvis gave a long whistle with the shake of his head, noting, "That's jumped quite a bit. You just lost thirty percent."

Scotty sat up, staring at his other self who only smirked back, both knowing what the other was thinking.

"Because you know what this sounds like?" Scotty asked, slowly standing from the bed.

"No…do tell me," Elvis smirked, pushing off the door to step closer.

"A mummy that only the victim can see—"

"I was being rhetorical," Elvis cut in, gripping Scotty's arms as he grinned, "Of course I know what this sounds like!"

They both shuffled into the hallway and Scotty was about to knock on Clara's door when Elvis stopped him. Scotty looked to him with a frown of wonder, to which Elvis shook his head, as if to say, don't disturb the girls, and Scotty nodded in casual agreement. They made their way down the hall, but before Elvis could round the corner after Scotty, Clara stepped out of her room in her pajamas and robe.

"Clara!" he grinned loudly, leaning on the corner and noticed Scotty stop and turn, but he waved him on with his hidden arm, sending him on his way by tiptoe. "What are you doing still up? Shouldn't go burning the midnight oil on holiday!"

"I wasn't," Clara chirped as Elvis noticed he'd caught her at something, but he wasn't sure what. "I was…just going to…ask you if Olivia was with you. She left to get something to sleep in from the TARDIS, but she's been gone a while."

"Ah, well why don't we go look for her together, then?" he smiled, kicking himself for not following Scotty fast enough.

"Alright…" Clara drawled, turning to head back into her room. "Just let me get dressed. Are you alright?"

"Me?" he chirped then waved her off with a raspberry. "I'm fine! Go on and change. I'll be right here."

Clara nodded with a frown before heading into her room again. The Doctor growled at himself, turning to bang his head against the wood frame he was leaning on in exasperation. Hearing the noise, Clara looked out again, but before she caught him, he quickly leaned on the frame again, pretending to examine his nails, then looked up at her with wide eyes.

"Well, hurry up!" he smiled, waving her on and she disappeared again, making him sigh once more.

He didn't have to wait long for her to emerge again, dressed and ready. But just as she was heading toward him, someone passed around him, heading the opposite direction: Miss Pitt holding one of her shoes.

"Hello," Clara called to her, but she seemed determined to get to wherever she was going as fast as possible as she passed the brunette. "Are you ok?"

Clara looked to him and waved at him to follow, which he did immediately, and the three ended up in the baggage car once more, facing the storage room door.

"Miss Pitt?" he called, and she looked to them, breathing frantically, her eyes wide. "Are you in need of assistance?"

"My name's Maisie," she replied, then added, "I'm not mad."

"Oh, ok," Clara nodded. "We didn't say you were. But you've had a bad day. I think anybody could do with a little bit of help after a day like today."

Maisie turned back to the door, calling, "Computer, open the door."

"Call me Gus. I'm afraid this door can only be opened by executive order."

Maisie suddenly went into a panic, trying to use the control panel to open the door as she gave panicked sobs.

"Are you ok?" Clara asked again.

"They wouldn't let me see her body," Maisie reported. "They should let me see her body, shouldn't they?"

"Well, of course," the Doctor smiled, reassuringly as he gently placed his hands on her arms. "Is that where they've put her?"

Maisie nodded.

"Well, lucky for you he is very good with locks," Clara explained, nodding to the Doctor who smiled, but Maisie turned and rammed the heel of her shoe into the control panel. They all jumped when it sparked and the door slid open. "Or you could do that because…that works."

"One way of opening a door," the Doctor added as Maisie marched through it and Clara raced after her. "No! Clara, wait!"

He ran after the two of them and just as he passed the threshold, the door shut behind him. They all whirled around to stare at it before the Doctor felt at it, then looked to the control panel.

"Open the door," he ordered the computer, but only silence followed, and the door didn't open. "Gus, could you open the door?"

Silence.

"Please open the door?"

Still nothing.

He pulled out his Sonic from his jacket pocket and aimed it at the door, but it's usual sound and the light blipped in and out.

"Blast it!" he growled, lowering it to examine it, then smack it with his hand to try again, but to no avail.

"Sonic's not working?" Clara guessed in only slight panic and he met her gaze with a slow nod.

"Does that mean…we're trapped?" Maisie shuddered, and the two glanced to her, but the Doctor turned to the panel on the wall to yank it off and examine the wiring.

"Not if I can help it," he assured them.

A/N: I couldn't help myself! I'm having way too much fun with this one. And I wanted to add a little levity to all the drama that goes on with Clara and the Doctor in this episode. and I figured i'll use the nicknames I've given the Doctors only when they're in the same scene. reviews?