The Doctor runs a lot, he's quite well known for it. However this time when they ran down the cold dark streets was unlike any other escape. He seemed so anxious during the entire encounter when he would usually be at the front lines, unloading his mental arsenal. In addition, he seemingly didn't care about and left Percy and Annabeth, their two new friends, alone and in combat; allowing them to escape sure, but forcing them to take any hit coming their way and possibly die. This of course sickened her.

Though its easy to tell if someone has changed, its hard to tell why, or how long the change would last. People change all the time as they grow and age, especially the Doctor. Except this time he seems to have changed for the worst.

They ran down the street in seek of shelter. There wasnt exactly alot of places to hide. All the streets they went down were occupied by closed small bussinesses and stores. Though they came across an alley or two every once in a while, the Doctor didnt take any chances being pined down by that girl again. They kept running until they came across a construction site where they hid. Construction equipment, tools, and material could be found laying on the floor or set to the side. The building in progress was going to be a large office building, all there was is a large metal girder skeletal structure of the building, built at least fifty feet up already. It was difficult to tell how high it was because the darkness of the night concealed it. It yeilded little shelter as only the bottem floor had any sort of ceiling and no walls with stray electrical wires.

They ran in to take cover. Clara sat down in a corner by a girder, laying against it. The Doctor did the same next to her. They sat there in silence, catching their breath. The concrete floor was cold, there was little light, and there was dust and dirt in the air from where she stirred it up sitting down. This caused her to cough. Though she tried to supress it, or at least muffle her coughs with her arm. Once she was rested enough to talk with a steady voice she questioned the Doctor.

"Why did you leave, whats up with that?"

"We had no choice," he said bluntly while trying to supress a cough.

"No, we did have a choice, and we should have chose to stay. Why am I even saying 'we,' you were the one to drag me out!"

"She was going to hurt you, its my job to protect you even if you dont want protection."

"I want your protection, just not like this." She threw her arms up, gesturing to the awful and dirty place they were forced to seek refuge in.

"whats wrong with this." He mockingly mimiced her gesture.

"This isnt what we do, at least not at first. Instead you immediately bailed," she said with dissapiontment.

"Maybe we should bail more often, if we stayed we could have died."

"Or we could have helped and everyone could survive. Instead we leave Percy and Annabeth to fend for themselves, and now they are probably dead."

"If they are, good ridence."

This is what set Clara off. She grew angry at the Doctor. She then remembered the other tragic occurences in this adventure, and how out of character hes been. Like all the kids he killed to be found by the judoon, the way he asked for McDonalds, how nervous hes been the entire time being here, how he abondoned our new allys and friends. None of it added up. How could he change so drastically and suddenly give up on all his morals. She gave him a piece of her mind by slapping him hard on the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed across the site.

The Doctor was left with rubbing his cheek in pain. He looked back at her, confused.

"What was that for?"

She stared at him, with tears forming in her eyes.

"You should know very well what that was for. If you dont then I'm not sure if I should travel with you anymore."

"What, no! Clara, dont be that way."

"Then tell me, tell me whats wrong with you."

He just gave a shocked expression. "Theres nothing wrong with me, I'm fine."

"Actions speak louder than words."

"What have I done?" He shrugged his shoulders, acting innocent.

"You know what you have done so tell me, what was so wrong about what you did?"

He shrugged again. This scared Clara. Not only is he not the same, but he doesnt realize what wrong hes done. Hes not the same nurturing, peaceful Doctor anymore. If only Clara could figure out why, questioning him was going nowhere. She sat there, defeated and saddened.

"If your done with your squabbling, we still have work to do." He got up, dusted off his clothing with his hands, and walked out from the incomplete building. Despite her newly realized sorrow she had to continue her journey with him so long as she is still in danger. She still needed his protection, whether or not his methods are now cruel. At least he still seemed to care for her Afterward, she decided she will go rogue or leave him. She wont allow this to continue for long.

She then followed him in the darkness. It became harder to see with the only light being street lights as she wondered farther into the darkness. The Doctor on the other hand, was using his sonic screwdriver as a flashlight. It may not be bright, but was good enough for his timelord eyes. He continued in the dark unhindered and left Clara. Soon she had to stop or risk triping and falling. All she could do was stand alone in the dark with only the faint glow and echoes of the screwdriver ahead of her. She stood still in the dark for many moments, she soon grew anxious that the girl could show up any moment right behind her. She constantly looked back, and to the right and left and right again, staring into the darkness and dimly lit sidewalk. She felt like a little kid trying to hide under the blankets from the monster in her closet.

She stood stationary, waiting, hoping the Doctor would return soon. She looked for the Doctors screwdrivers light. He seemed to travel farther away, the glow and echoes of the screwdriver nearly ceased. Her anxiousness was reaching its peak. She felt like panicing, that running in circles could be safer than standing still. Could she be already behind her? Are more aliens about to reveal themselves to slaughter her? What if daleks suddenly descended and shot her? These were the thoughts that crossed her mind while silently panicing. Then she looked up and saw the beautiful stars. This soon became relaxing to Clara. Soon her fears diminished. She realized she was alone on a silent and clear summers night, being able to star gaze at the beautiful sky. Even though she had already been there and beyond, she hadnt ever took the time to view them from an 'original' perspective. She didnt know alot of constelations so she made her own. The cat constelation, the extremely big dipper, and bottle of soap. She became so focused she neglected to realize the sound footsteps behind her until someone had already put a hand behind her shoulder.

"Excuse me-" he began. He was cut off by Clara swiftly turning around and delivering a punch to the face, knocking him on the ground.

"DOCTOR!" she yelled. "I got someone!" She rubbed her fist from the pain punching him has caused.

"No no no, shhhh. Be quiet," he begged. He tried to climb to his feet only to be kicked in the stomach and collapsed on the ground again.

"Stay down. I dont want to hurt you, but I will defend myself. DOCTOR!" she yelled again. "Please hurry!"

"No, stop, you dont understand."

"Unless you work here I think I understand enough."

"No, you really dont. Just please, give me a chance to explain."

Clara felt fear build up in her again. Could she have just punched and kicked an innocent boy wondering at night? He wasnt threatening or armed, though he did have black clothing. But Anyone could wear black at anytime, doesnt mean hes with her. Although any teenager out this late by himself is still suspicious. Probably just doing reckless and rebelious teenage stuff. She has seen weirder stuff before, which meant she had meticulous knowledge of all the ways aliens could trick and kill her. She decided to help, but remain cautious.

"Oh my goodness are you ok. I'm so sorry I thought you were with someone else." Clara helped him on his feet. "What are you doing out so late anyway. Your not running away from home are you?"

"I havent had a home in a long time."

"Your an orphan?"

"Yes, well no. Its complicated."

"Should I call the police."

Nico shook his head.

"I'm calling the police." She reached for her phone.

"No, stop. We're already off track, lets start over." He held out his hand to shake. "Hello, my name is Nico and I'm here to save you, the Doctor, and possibly the entire galaxy."

All Clara could do at this point is sigh. "I swear. I do NOT need anymore of this right now. How can I even trust you?

"Because you do, you will, you have, and you need to."

"Your from the future arent you."

"yep."

"Ok then. Tell me something only someone like you would know." He got up and walked in front of Clara. She backed up to keep her distance from him. He lifted his arm and pointed toward a section in the sky.

"You called that constelation 'bottle of soap.'" That was shocking. She had only just now called it that, silently in her head, while stargazing. He was nowhere near her. Perhaps he is telling the truth. She made a mental note to watch him carefully. He could still be trouble, you just can never tell with future strangers, (Strangers from the future) or if he even was from the future at all.

"Fine. You've earned my trust for now; but I swear, if your a spy or mercinary or...something bad, you'll be sorry.

"I wont have to be sorry cause I'm here to help."

"What exactly is the situation anyway?"

"Long story short, you and I-"

Suddenly a bright beam of light shined in their eyes. With their eyes adjusted to the dark it felt as if sand was engraving their eyes. They were blind and disoriented. Nico tried to walk out of the light, being unsuccessful as the light followed him leaving Clara out of the blinding light since she stood still. She rubbed her eyes, struggling to regain her vision. She could barely make out Nico struggling to find cover whilst still being blinded. Everywhere he went the beam of light followed. She traced up the light beam up the building to locate the source. Though her eyes were strained she could see it was the Doctor. He was at the helm of a searchlight he somehow rigged at the roof of another nearby building.

"DOCTOR!," she cried out. "Stop, its ok!" No response. Nico struggled to find cover, milling around in a daze.

"Clara, less shouting more helping!" he shouted. She looked over the yard for plywood, metal panels, anything to block out the light. Though with her eyes still readjusting to the dark she couldnt make out much. Then she heard a loud 'pop' sound accompinied by the sound of a body dropping to the ground.

She turned her head to see Nico writhing on the ground, still enclosed by the light. He had two prongs in his chest which were attached to copper wire that led to the roof the Doctor was on. The prongs themselves didn't really look like prongs, more like thin cylindrical sticks of metal.

"Made a makeshift taser out of copper wiring and whatever scrap I could find. Cool, huh. Don't touch him, make sure he stays in the light. I'll be down in sec!" He yelled from the roof. Usually she always followed the Doctors instructions, but given his recent mental state and the current state of Nico she decided to do what she thought was best. Clara walked and stood over him so that her shadow would be casted over his body to get the light out of his eyes and so she could work. She bent down and grabbed one of the prongs, though his body is still writhing.

"Ok, I'm just going to pull this out hard and fast, like a band aid, alright?" No response, just a jumbled series of mumbling and grunts as he struggled to speak. "Ok then."

"We're going to have to hurry too before the Doctor comes." She started to pull the prong out. His body jumped and jolted with every tug. Clara could see it was very painful, but he would continue to be in constant pain if left in. It wasnt easy for Clara either. Despite being injected into a daleks body through its own eye while miniaturized and falling into a pool of human remains/ nutrients, she still found pulling prongs out of a breathing persons chest much more disturbing.

From the distance she could hear the Doctors footsteps approaching. "Clara! Get away from him. Hes dangerous. What are you doing! Stop!" He caught up to her and tried to pull her away to safety from the 'clearly dangerous' boy still writhing in pain on the ground. She broke free of his grip and thrusted her palm at him in a 'halt' gesture. He stopped in his tracks.

"No Doctor, I will not stop. You need to stop. This is wrong and he needs help"

"Im not gonna stop either. Im here to protect you no matter what, no matter what you think is wrong, now come here!" He tackled her, grabbing her arms and continued to drag her away. Clara kept stomping on his feet to get free. She twisted and yanked until she finally lined up her foot with his crotch and delivered a fierce kick. He finally let her go and fell to his knees in pain while holding himself. Clara took off to free him before the Doctor recovered.

"Curse you pain." he mumbled to himself. "This is something I didnt miss." after a moment he composed himself enough to take action. For anyone else in the dark it would have been very difficult to notice the tower crane mounted beside the building. It was holding a load of materials on a pallet. The Doctor took out his screwdriver and used it on a side of the tower cranes support structure to cause it to tilt. Sparks flew off the building as a crackling sound emitted. The biulding moaned with grinding metal as it slumped over and finally broke off. Clara could hear something crashing from above, but couldnt quite tell from where. She took a moment to look back, seeing the Doctor, still on his knees with the sonic screwdriver activated. She only had a minute to register what he was doing before the tower cranes body fell beside her. She flinched and jumped back, then looked back at Nico. She only got a glimpse before watching him be crushed by the tower cranes load, as a large crate of metal girders spilled out of the crate he was crushed with. Tears formed in her eyes. All she could muster to say was "No" in a faint whisper.

"Well" said the Doctor. "That was rather climatic." He was now on his feet, walking up to her from the shadows. Clara stood still with her back facing him.

"Hey, you got them yet?" asked an echoing voice. Clara looked down at her feet, then left to right.

"Hello, Nico. Answere please. progress report," it said again. Clara looked back to see the communicater on the ground behind her.

'This must have been Nicos,' she thought 'He must have tried to throw it to me before he died. He wanted to show me something?'

Unfortunately it was thrown much farther than she could go to before the Doctor yanked it off the ground.

"Please Nico, come in! Are you ok!" She pleaded on last time.

"Hang on, I have to take this call." he said. He flipped the communicater open and said, ""Greetings. I assume your still there, listening, waiting for your friend. Except, he's not coming back, and neither will you if you pursue us. So do what's best for you, and leave."

Clara stood by and eavesdropped on the conversation. She contemplated running but that wouldn't help with anything. Something is wrong with him, and she is determined to help him. The conversation went by and he hung up. Now even more horrified after hearing what was said, as if his evil transformation was now complete, she finally uttered the long overdue words.

"Who are you?" The Doctor grinned, then laughed. "I am who I've always been, The Doctor!"

"No your not!" she shouted. "Who are you, or should I say what." she said much more firmly. Even though he knows hes been caught, his grin never faded.

Clara meanwhile is glaring daggers at him, awaiting an explanation.

"Aw, come on. chill out. You know, if we can catch a plane we could make it back home in time for your work tomorrow. Who need the tardis. " he said trying to change the subject. She continued glaring. Finally his grin faded and gained a more sinister expression.

"Fine then. If you want to know so badly. Yes, I'll admit it. You were right. I am not the Doctor. That much should be obvious. I thought it was obvious from the very begining, you are just couldn't seem to see through it. By the way, I'm sorry if I was a bit out of character. It was just SO jarring to get this Doctor guys character right. He's a jerk. He's kind. He's funny. He's serious. He's sarcastic. Heck, he's even sometimes impatient and patient at the same time! It was exhausting. Do you have any idea how hard it is to balence all those things." He paused, waiting for a reaction from Clara. There was none. She waited for him to continue.

"It was just so hard to decide how and when he would react to something, anything, without you noticing. I guess it didnt matter much anyway seeing as how it took you witnessing me, first hand murder someone after killing soldier kids. I guess the fact that they were attacking us eased your conscience, huh. Your problem is you trust him too much. You think the world of him. You've seen his kind and caring side, but also his darker side in times of crisis and you understand some casualties are inevitable. That's why you were able to believe it was justifiable to cause the harm we caused." He shrugged "That's what happens when you spend too much time with the craziest man ever. It starts to twist your sense of common decency."

This enraged Clara. Sure, tough decisions have been made but never has she or the Doctor ever decided on someones life. Although their decisions did reflect how well everyones life was, alien or not.

"What are you then?" she asked firmly. That question brought a smile to his face.

"See, heres the good part. I am still technically, the Doctor. I'm an eidolon, possessing him. It wasnt easy though"

"How."

"How? By...possessing him. Its a simple procces."

"I mean how were you able to overcome the Doctor!"

"As I said, it wasnt easy. Hes a brilliant and powerful man but by no means immortal. Sure he may have had some resistance, but far from immune. I was simply powerful enough. Let me ask you this. When given medicine like sedatives or paralytics can you simply just say 'no matter how much of this I get, I will stay awake and be able to move my body'? No, because you cant. You can certainly try to fight it but you wont last, and you will sucumb, just like he did."

"How long has he been like this? How long have you defiled his body with your awful existence?" This caused a burst of laughter.

"Since the very begining of this adventure honey, ever since you stepped foot in the tardis today, when you saw the Doctor working with the device, that was me. It has always been me. For millenia that camp of demigods existed and only now you have come in contact with it. Surely you can put two and two together that something else is wrong! That something has fundamentally changed to allow you access to knowledge that previously no one else knew. You couldnt even put twelve and twenty seven together." He began walking up to her. She started to walk backwards slowly, carfully avoiding the spilt girders on the ground.

"There is just one more thing I dont understand. If you have the Doctor and supposedly all the knowledge of the Doctor, why bother pretending to be him at all and tricking me?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "Thats a bit too complicated. We'll get around to that later. lets just say we need you alive, dead, and ready."

"Ready for what, exactly?" She said nervously. She also failed and tripped on a girder, falling backwards. Her upper back landed solidly on a girder while she tried to keep her head up as to not hit it on the concrete or other girders. Pain shot up her pack and got the wind knocked out of her. She laid still on her aching back, trying to catch her breath. He continued to walk up to her. He towered over her then bent down to where his face was inches from hers.

"I cant wait until you see."