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Clara's POV, set right after the last chapter.

"So." I said slowly, pulling the word out. "Tell me about the Doctor."

He seemed distracted. Thinking about Eric? I'd noticed he'd expressed an... opposition to Eric's use of it, and that Eric knew the Doctor had that feeling and did it excessively to bug him. I would have to tell him to cut it out.

But then he smiled at me and said, "Not much to tell about me. What about Clara Wildman?"

I returned his smile. "Not much to tell about me." I repeated. He chuckled.

"Clara." Came the voice of Wayde, not Eric. Which made me wonder were he was. Sulking, maybe?

"Yes?" I answered, eyes on the Doctor.

"You've got an incoming." No sooner were the words coming through the radio than Eric was running in through the doors, a rather stupidly happy look on his face.

"Clara Wildman, I'm about to make you the happiest woman on the Earth!" He yelled, and the Doctor's eyes darkened as he glared at him. Happiest woman on the Earth? I doubted it. He had a tendancy to exagerate things.

"Oh?" I said, waiting for the not-so-interesting news. Probably going to tell me about some movie.

"I found out who the code five is!" He stopped in front of me, panting. Had he ran down the stairs or was he just seriously out of shape?

"Oh?" I repeated, more interested. This news was better than I thought it'd be.

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you in person!" Why was he so excited?

I waited a moment. "Well?" I prompted when he didn't tell me who it was, just kept grinning at me like an idiot.

"Right!" He stopped grinning and handed me an iPad. On the screen was a mug shot of a muscular man with a (lame) tattoo of a dragon on his left bicep and had shaved his head.

"Name?" I asked absently, still looking at the picture.

"Roger Wilson." He answered.

"Don't remember him being a possible security risk." I said and the Doctor looked over at the pictures, leaning close to me. I turned it so he could see it better.

"He wasn't. He was in solitary confinement, showed not signs of agression, you know, the usual stuff they look into to see if the person's a risk."

"So why is he a code five?"

"Doesn't say, babe."

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"Doctor?" I asked him, and he looked up at me.

"Yes, Clara?"

"Why so interesting in the picture? You know him?"

"No, I don't know him. But when I travel, I usually fix these things."

"Ah." I said in amusement. Eric was not amused by my amusement. "Any else?" I asked, returning my attention to Eric.

"No." He said, and I handed him the iPad. He gave me a half-smile and left.

"He doesn't like you." I stated the obvious. The Doctor's eyes came to meet mine.

He was studying me, wondering how much my eyes could see. Truthfully, they could see all the emotions that flitted through his eyes. These things couldn't easily be hidden from me.

"No, I guess he doesn't." He answered me.

"Any guesses why?"

He grinned deviously. "Because you do."

"Oh, Doctor." I said, shaking my head. "Eric can deal with you."

"He's going to have to, I suppose. Your not letting me go anytime soon, are you?"

"Never." I teased. He didn't look to bothered by the idea of that.

"So how do you usually handle 'code fives'?" He asked me, changing the subject.

I shrugged. "We haven't had a code five in years. Since I first started, really. But we didn't really handle it ourselves. Nevada PD did. It's just to tell us there might be a threat to our security."

"Has anyone ever gotten in here?"

"Other than you? No, no one has ever just walked in. A guy who had been here for years before I even started lost it and tried to shoot the entire department, though."

He was watching me oddly. Like he wanted to take me and run. Like he was worried about me being hurt. He seemed like an extremely worriable kinda guy to me.

"Babe?" Eric asked over the radio. I ignored him, much to the Doctor's amusement. "Babe?!" Ignored. "BABE!" He sounded like he was yelling. "Babe, if you don't answer me I'm going to come down there and shoot that man-"

I picked up the radio then. "Eric, for god's sake. I'm fine you saw me not even five minutes ago!"

"Your with a hostile. I need you to get away from him now!" He said, and I could hear another man yelling orders. What were they doing? "Babe, please tell me your getting away from him?" I wasn't moving. He wasn't moving.

"Eric, are you crazy?"

I got no answer from him. Instead, my answer was a team kicking open the double doors and running in with their M16s at arms. They came in and one grabbed my arm, pulling me up off the couch and pushing me behind him and almost literally shoving the barrel of his gun down the Doctor's throat. Eric came in behind the last man and grabbed me, trying to pull me away from the Doctor.

"Eric, what the hell are you doing?!" I exclaimed.

"Babe- Clara, he's a hostile. He is dangerous. We're going to turn him over to NPD."

"No, we're not!" I declared, wrenching my arm free of his overly tight grasp. He tried to catch my arm, but missed and I stormed back over to the team leader. "What are you doing?"

"Following orders, ma'am." He said, sensing now was crunch time.

"Whose orders?"

"Mr. Jackson's, ma'am."

"And is Mr. Jackson is command of this base?"

"You, ma'am."

"And who do you take orders from?"

"You, ma'am." He repeated.

"So why are you following Mr. Jackson's orders, then?" He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. I nodded to myself then turned to his team. "Stand down." I ordered. They hesitated. "Stand. Down." I said for firmly, and they lowered their weapons. "Your dismissed." I murmured, rubbing my forehead, trying to push away the rapidly forming headache. It wasn't working.

The team left then, an annoyingly frustrated Eric following them a few seconds after. The headache was pounding now. And I was still pretty furious, which was not helping my head whatsoever.

The Doctor was on his feet as soon as they were out the door. He pulled me back to the couch, sitting close next to me, rubbing my back in soothing rhythms, silencing the quiet hum of the several computers on the far side of the room, and dimming the lights to non-existance with that weird metal thing with the green tip. It made a high-frequency sound for a moment, then fell silent, too. Why hadn't I taken it from him? Oh, yeah, he told me it wasn't a weapon, and I'd believed him.

He pulled me back against him, holding me tightly and remaining perfectly silent.

Doctor's POV

"Your dismissed." Clara murmured, one hand on her hip and the other rubbing her forehead, clearly unhappy with what had just transpired. Probably had a headache again. All these headaches... this job wasn't good for her health.

The big guns left, and the brilliant man who'd given the order to bring them here, left a moment after they did. As soon as he was out the door, I was at Clara's side, pulling her back to the couch on which I sat with her this time, close, rubbing her back gently. There was a quiet hum coming from the other side of the room, which I saw as a bunch of computers. The lights were blinding, too. I grabbed my screwdriver and quiet the computers, and then dimmed the lights until they were practically off. She made a face at the sound of my screwdriver, it was pretty high-pitched. But then it was quiet, and it was just me and her, undisturbed. Hopefully. Unless that man would bother her again.

I pulled her back against me, putting my arms around her, keeping still as only I could and perfectly quiet. I'm not sure how long we stayed, just sitting in the close-to complete darkest, maybe a few hours. But it had to have been a while, I know that. Eventually, Clara sighed, stirred, and I released her reluctantly.

"I have to fill out some reports." She said quietly.

"Is your headache gone?" I asked. I wasn't going to let her go anywhere if she still had one. Though I didn't want to let her go anywhere at all.

"For a while, yes." A while? Had she pretended to still have one to stay with me? "I wanted to make sure it was gone. It was a killer." She announced. Oh. Maybe not, then.

"I suggest you stay away from stress tiggers. Namely one Eric Jackson." I said, taking one of her hands in mine.

"I will. Thank you, Doctor." She squeezed my hand, let it go, and stood up. "Going to come with me?"

I grinned at her. "Do you even have to ask?" I stood up and we headed up to the command center. Eric eyed her as we walked in. She ignored everyone in the room as we headed towards a large side room that I assumed was her office. She stopped at the door, placed a hand on the frame and turned to Eric.

"Don't bother us, Eric." She said, then walked into the room, closing the door when I crossed the threshold.

"Office?" I asked her.

"Yep." She said, smiling at me.

"So." I started, looking around. I noticed a picture of a little girl. Her daughter? I moved to get a better look. It said "To Aunt Clara" on it. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Not her daughter. "What reports do you have to fill out?"

"A few. You might want to sit down." She answered, pulling out a few folders out of her desk. She picked up a pen, and it made a clicking sound. I sat down in a comfortable chair and watched her for a few minutes. She turned on a stereo via a remote control next to her on the desk. I don't know what the music was but the station identified the style as "rock". She seemed to find it soothing. She was very interesting to watch, the way her hand made the pen flit across the page, but humans were uncomfortable with being watched so closely. So I stood up and walked to the wall beside the stereo, where a bookshelf containing many books were. I looked at the names. A few were novels, some poems, some short stories, and a few phychology books.

A sweet, delicate sound started up behind me, and I turned quickly to see what could sound so wonderful, and came to see it was Clara. She was humming along with whatever song was playing, and it was perfect. I walked to the edge of her desk, and she didn't look up.

She was so important to me now. Why? I looked at her, thinking, a crease forming between my eyes. Thinking. The crease disappeared with a great realization.

Oh dear god.