Clara and the Doctors face were inches apart. He stared deeply into her eyes with a menecing expression, trying to strike fear into her, except she would'nt allow herself to fall to such intimidation. She still struggled to gasp for breath. With every inhale costed the effort of moving cinder blocks by hand. However, she was reslilient and refused to give up. With much strain she rolled over and forced herself up. The Doctor just watched and chuckled from where he stood.

"I'll give you credit kid, you got gumpshun." She then started to walk away slowly.

"I'm not quite sure why your leaving, you've lost. Where are you going to go?" Clara stayed silent, trudging to the sidewalk while regaining whatever breath she could. The Doctor then walked in front of her, forcing her to stop.

"Where do you plan on going. Theres nothing out there, no one to help you." He said coldly.

"Away from you," her voice was strained, though her breathing is stabilizing. She turned, and continued walking away from him to the dimly lit sidewalk. He sighed. Please don't go. Please, for once make my job easy on me! She ignored him. He sighed again.

Without warning he closed any space between them and swiftly struck her down. Being an old man didnt have any hinderence on his ability to inflict harm. Although he was a time lord. She tumbled lightly to the ground. Despite her previous injuries the fall was rather unconcrning. However, blood flowed down her nose and collected on her hand as she held her hand to her nose in pain.

He then tried to grab her legs to drag her away, but Clara flailed her legs to aviod his grip. Rather than risking his face or still aching crotch again, he stopped midway in his attempt. He paced back and forth in front of her and groaned in frustration. Then he grew a devious smile, like he just had the best idea ever.

"You know what...there just so happens to be a small bomb implanted under your skin. If you defy me again I will detonate it, and you will die!"

"Your bluffiing," she said.

"No, I'm quite serious," he said, faking confidence.

"I know your bluffing, because if you really did you would have threatened to use it before. Besides, you said you needed me alive first, right."

"So, your not gonna fall for that?"

"Nope." He grunted in frustration. He then sighed yet again before continueing his pacing.

"Any chance you would stay still where you are on the ground. The concrete is nice and comfortable right?"

"Why do you care? Your a monster."

"No, a monster is something that is animal minded and/or instinct driven, horrifying creature that can easily kill you and eat you for food or for entering its territoy, if its territorial of course. I'm just a eidolon with a mission"

"It doesnt matter what your definition of a monster is, you are one."

He just rolled his eyes like he was arguing with a little kid who didnt know the difference between pink and purple. He went back to his pacing. Meanwhile Clara was still on the cold hard ground, covering her nose trying to keep the blood from dripping and staining her clothes. Her fingers are now covered with blood.

The Doctor thought desperately how he would solve this dilemma. If he left to gather anything she would run off. If he tried to drag her, she would fight back. The longer she layed there resting the more prepared she would be to run or fight. He could even tell the sound of her breathing she had nearly recovered and was catching breath.

"I should've just brought some chloroform," he muttered to himself.

"I could bring you a knuckle sandwich if you prefer!," shouted Percy from the sidewalk. His sword, as was Annabeth with her dagger.

"Leave now!," said Annabeth.

"I thought you were supposed to be the smart one child," the Doctor smirked. "You know Im not leaving, so cut the crap fight me already, cause right now thats your only choice."

Percy charged down the pavement, Annabeth followed closely behind. During their charge they neglected to realize the sonic screwdriver in his hand. He pointed the screwdriver like a wand at Percy, then activated it. The blue light turned on with the high pitched sound. Sparks flew off of Percys hilt onto his hand followed by a burining sensation, causing him to drop the sword and stop in his tracks. The palm of his hand was red and tender with blisters forming. It was extremely painful, although he didnt cry out in pain. Annaneth stopped with Percy to evaluate him. She took hold of his hand to examine it quickly.

"It came from my sword hilt," he said. "Lose the dagger, or he could do the same to you." Annabeth holstered her dagger.

"I guess its hand to hand combat then," she said. The Doctor smiled.

"Ah yes, the power of the sonic screwdriver. Not sure why its considered a screwdriver though. Its not nearly powerful enough in my opinion. Of all the technology and weaponry at his disposal he chooses the weakest most useless-"

"You talk to much," Annabeth interupted. She and Percy resumed their charge. They trained their whole live to prepare for any enemy, armed or unarmed, so they would be ready to fend of any foe. However no amount of training could have prepared them for the might of the Doctor.

Annabeth tried to punch the jaw for a quick knockout while Percy kicked at his leg, aiming for the knee. The Doctor swiftly shifted his leg out of the way, dodging Percys kick and throwing him off balence while simultaneously catching Annabeths punch in the palm of his hand. He twisted her arm, she yelped in pain. Then she was yanked her to the right while tripping her with his foot, all directed at Percy causing her to be flung at him. With him already trying to regain balence, having Annabeth thrown into him caused them both to tumble to the ground.

"wanna try that again," he said smugly. "I find your hardships and pain amusing."

They both glared at him while scambling to get on their feet. This time Percy tried throwing a punch at his head with his good hand while Annabeth chose the wiser target, his crotch. The Doctor strategically leaned back far enough to avoid Percys punch while still having the reflexes to catch Annabeths kick.

"Sorry, the same trick cant be pulled on me twice." He then threw Annabeths leg in the air causing her other leg to be pulled out from under her, causing her to fall to the ground again. Percy attempted a comeback and threw another punch at his face, which was met with the Doctor catching it in the palm of his hand, again. This time however, he twisted it much harder, repositioned himself, pulled back on his arm forcing Percy into an uncomfotable position, and slammed one arm into Percys elbow while pulling on his arm like a lever. His arm bent backwards which resulted in a sickening crunch. Percy cried out in pain, braking the peaceful silence of the neighborhood. His cries echoed down the streets. Once he let go of Percy he fell to his knees, with his arm sagging like a grocery bag at an unnatural angle.

"You broke my arm," he said in a whimper.

"I can do far worse than that. Care to give it another go?" said the Doctor.

Annabeth meanwhile came back with a vengeance and her dagger. With her dagger drawn she tried to sneak behind him while his attention was on Percy, only to be back-kicked in the stomach hard. She also fell to her knees, her dagger still in hand.

"How did you know?" she asked. He sighed.

"I can clearly hear your footsteps! You've wasted your lives training to fight, but you cant even stand your ground against me."

"I bet I could," said a distand and echoing voice. They turned their heads to see the shadow girl once again, spear in hand. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"You've frightened me before, but now you have no advantage and my cover is blown. Now I dont have a reason to run from you, so now you might want to run before this gets messy."

She stood firm and wasnt moving. After a moment willed her impressions to materialize. Soon shadow figures surrounded her. Although she couldnt support very many at the same time there were at least five of these figures in play. The impressions then charged at the Doctor with astounding speed. The Doctor however seemed unconcerned.

With the screwdriver already in hand he lifted his arm and activated it. One by one, the shadow figures dissipated as he aimed the scredriver at each one. Once they were all gone the girl bent over and panted heavily.

"As I said, you have no advantage. Your only hope is hand to hand combat, and your gonna suck at that."

"Well...then, I'll be sure to...surprise you," she said between breathes. She stood up and readied her spear. The Doctor smirked, then activated the screwdriver once more. Nothing happened.

"What, but how," he said, genuinly confused.

"The handle is wood you yank. Your sonic screwdriver is useless against it." The Doctor facepalmed. How silly of a weakness is wood, literally any wood was his weakness.

"Do you have any idea what kind of blade is at the end of this handle?," she asked. "This is a reaper blade, named after 'the grim reaper.' Its not a conventional greek exorcist, but this spear blade will do."

The Doctors face was visibly etched with newfound fear, until he recomposed himself. He regained his confident and arrogent expression.

"Oh please, as if I'm intimidated by that. It takes an entire planet of weeping angels to scare me!"

"But, you just said how I frightened you before." The Doctor had no response. She made the first move by charging up to him. With his sonic screwdriver being useless now he had no choice but to tuck it away, and fight bare handed.

Once she reached him she unleashed a flurry of impaling moves, and slashes. The Doctor dodged and blocked them all with expertise. She tried to involve her impressions where she could. She would have them materialize beside him and throw a punch only to also be dodged, then dissipated since he now had the screwdriver back into his hand because of her efforts and kept it. Attempting to generate the impressions were exhausting to her and now she didnt have the energy to fight and was losing. She fought sluggishly as the Doctor returned a punch and a kick, both hit her successfully, but she stood her ground. Until she couldnt. With one more hard kick, and a reaction time from her that would make a tortoise seem faster, she was smashed to the floor. The spear flew out of her reach across the concrete as she fell to the floor.

She turned over to look at the Doctor straight in the eyes.

"Dont think you've won,I'm from a future when you've lost. And I'm pretty sure thats a fixed point in time," she said, smiling. The Doctor gritted his teeth and began to relentlessly kick her, beating her harder into the ground. Annabeth came from behind and again attempted to stab him in the back. When she got close enough for the stab, she was swiftly grabbed by the throat and was being choked. With his other hand he took the screwdriver and made sure to burn her as he did with Percy. He aimed and activated the screwdriver at the dagger still in her hand. Sparks flew as she immediately dropped it. If she could yell in pain she would, however the Doctors hold on her has tightened.

Suddenly out of the darkness, Clara came `with the spear in hand pointed at him. She rushed him with all her might only to be caught with his free hand just before she could impale his chest. She shoved and pushed hard as she could, but couldnt bring it any closer. Annabeths face was turining blue as she struggled to shout gargled cries for help.

"Told ya you were gonna lose," said the shadow girl on the floor. She reached out her hand and closed her eyes. Everyone was confused for a moment until a shadow figure appeared behind him to give him on last big kick in the back. This shoved him into the spear, impaling him. At first he gasped in shock, then Annabeth gasped for air. She was released from his grip as he lost strength. He tried to fight back, but Clara quickly drove the spear deeper in his body causing him to lose more strength. Soon his arms went limp, as he slowly fell to hs knees. A spectral light emmited from the blade and his chest.

"Clara, please," he begged for mercy, trying to sound sweet and innocent. "I'm the Doctor."

"Your not my Doctor!" she shouted, as she drove it deeper into his chest. The spectral light grew brighter. It was nearly blinding.

"I hope you go to tartar sauce!"

"Actually, its Tartarus," corrected the shadow girl, as she painfully sat up.

"What is it anyway, like a...really bad place?" she asked calmly, as if this wasnt happening right now.

"Its pretty much the greek equalivant of hell."

"So I just told the Doctor to go to hell?" The shadow girl nodded. "Neat. Well then, off you pop." She then proceeded to shove it further into the Doctor to make sure he was fully impaled. The spear blade was now fully enclosed in his chest. The spectral light grew even brighter.

"Um, whats happening. What do I do now?" asked Clara.

"Just hold it a little longer," said the shadow girl. The spectral light intensified. Clara, Annabeth, and the shadow girl had to keep their eyes closed and covered their faces.

Suddenly the light ceased followed by a burst of spectral energy and light. Clara was nearly knocked over, but regained her balance. She opened her eyes to see the Doctors body slumped in the ground with the spear still sticking out of his chest. She was in shock, then started to tear up.

"What have I done! I've killed the Doctor!"

"No, you saved him," said the shadow girl.

"How could he be saved, theres a spear in his chest, hes impaled! Theres no fixing him after that. He'll have to regenerate then he'll change and he'll never be the same Doctor again!" With some some strain the shadow girl was able to get up, and show Clara what she meant.

"Here, look." She pulled out the spear, and to Claras surprise there was no wound.

"But...how?"

"Its a reaper blade. It only affects spiritual energy and the soul. It has no effect on physical matter. Our friend is fine, and no longer possesed." Clara wiped her eyes and calmed down. She then sat by him to give him a hug.

"How long till he wakes?"

"Should'nt be long. His mind got a reset so he should be-"

"I NEED FISH FINGERS AND CUSTARD!" he shouted. He rolled out of Clara grasp and crawled away on the pavement. "Please! Not toast. Anything but toast, or beans. Please, I need the fish fingers. Where is the custard!" Clara and everyone else stayed still, watching him. Everyone was confused by what that meant, and why he was shouting it, but were too amused to make him stop. Just before stopping, he let out one last cry.

"I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU CUSTARD, I SWEAR IT. NO DISH LEFT BEHIND!" He then passed out.

"What the heck was that?" asked Annabeth. The shadow girl and Clara shrugged.

"Lets at least drag him off to a proper bed of sorts," said Clara. Annabeth went to check on Percy while the shadow girl and Clara dragged him off by his arms and legs. There was nothing soft to lay him on so they dumped him next to Percy with Annabeth.

"So, its all over?" asked Percy, fatigued. His arm was in horrible pain, and had to bit his lip to keep from crying out anytime he made any movement.

"We believe so. Are you sure that thing worked?" asked Clara.

"Yup. It locks onto and erases any harmful or foreign spectral entity."

"Well thats helpful. Why didnt you tell us that before?" asked Annabeth.

"Because he was with you, and you still trusted him. You all would never had let me impale him, then he would have you hunt me down as a threat. I was hoping to catch him off guard so you would see and understand, but...I missed."

Annabeth pulled out ambrosia and medical supplies she brought. She was wrapping Percys arm in a cast when she threw in her own question.

"Whats up with your shadow copies?" asked Annabeth.

"Oh, those are my impressions. I call them that because they are impressions of me that I generate and control."

"Convenient," said Percy, as he winced.

"Kinda. They take alot of energy to generate, and Im not so good with my powers yet."

Annabeth handed a paper towel to Clara to wipe off any blood she could. She then tended to Percys wounds. Clara almost felt sorry for him. He seems to be getting the worst out of every fight. He ate another small tid bit of ambrosia to accelerate his healing without risking death. Soon, with much screaming and agony his arm was finally put in a cast.

"You know the drill, stay still and let your arm heal," said Annabeth. Percy rolled his eyes, then flinched in pain after trying to settle himself on the floor.

"So anyway..." Clara tried to start up a conversation. "Who are you, and how exactly did you know where we are, and how did you know to bring the exact tool for the job?" asked Clara.

"yeah, see...um. This is where it gets complicated." Clara waited eagerly for the answere to the impossible question. In no way should it be possible for anyone to know or be able to act upon this information. She reached for her bandana, then untied it to reveal her face. Clara studied her face. Percy and Annabeth were already in shock and gasped. She smiled and winked at her. A moment later she realized who she was looking at. This Person was herself.

"Wait, your me?"

"Indeed I am. Just call me S. C., stands for shadow Clara. Not the best nickname I know, but thats the one that stuck." she shrugged. Clara gasped.

"So you...were me the entire time?"

"Afraid so. Welcome to your future," she gave a reassuring smile.

A/N: Hope your enjoying so far, I just have a quick question. Why is it that on this fic it says I have 13 reviews when there are only 6 that I can see? I have no idea what's going on and its frustrating to not be able to see all the reviews, if they actually exist. I don't know if its some kind of glitch or I just don't know about something. I've tried looking at my stats, going to the story, and even logged out and viewed it as a guest, and there are still only 6 reviews that I can see, but my stats and everything says I have 13! Pls help.