I updated this because I wanted to add in a little part :)
Sorry it's short. Working on ch 4 right now. :D
"I can't believe you kicked Arthur Conan Doyle." Clara mocked amusingly, sitting in a small chair located in the corner of the TARDIS's control panel.
"Oh, shut up." The Doctor groaned as he hit a few levers and gears, preparing their flight back to the present. Clara sighed with a smirk and got to her feet, swaying over to where the Time Lord stood, pressing odd buttons.
"Where to next?" Clara questioned happily, gazing at her companion with immense bliss.
The Doctor smiled, 'Where ever you want-"
Suddenly, an irritating sound roared through every corner, and room of the TARDIS, springing both Clara and the Doctor to life, like an alarm clock in the mornings.
"What is that?" Clara exclaimed, her hands on her ears.
"The TARDIS," The Doctor began, jogging over to the small screen that hung above the control panel, revealing the time and date, "She's trying to tell us something!" He yelled out to his companion, as he dashed around, smacking levers, and gazing at funny fluorescent glowing lights. Clara did the same, her eyes vibrating over every inch of the room they stood in, desperately searching for anything out of the ordinary. And that's what she found.
"Doctor."
The Time Lord glanced over at her expression, her eyes widened in disbelief, as she stared at a small table just passed the lengths of the control panel. "What, Clara? I'm a little busy." He gasped and raced around to the other side of the deck, still struggling to get the ear-piercing alarm under control.
"The book, Doctor." Clara managed as she jogged over to the small, hidden-away table.
The Doctor stopped his fussing with the different controls, and simply watched as Clara approached the book. Clara grabbed hold of it, wrapping her fingers around the leather cover. Empty. No words on the cover, or picture. She opened it up and gasped. Every chapter, gone. No more. Vanished into the air, like smoke from a fire.
It hurt her heart to stare down at its emptiness. Most of her childhood was wrapped inside that book. She remembered running up to her father, holding it out, eager to hear another "detective story", as she had called it. Sure, there had been other books she enjoyed, but something about Sherlock Holmes - his manner of being, who he was, the way he thought, his intelligence – drew her in wholly.
Her eyes widened as she glanced over at the Doctor's frozen statue. He blinked, unsure of what to say about the empty book. Clara visibly swallowed and shook her head in shock. Suddenly, the noise stopped, the shaking and rattling ceased, and the TARDIS stopped flying through the time vortex.
The Doctor finally moved as he scurried over to the small screen displaying the time, date, and location.
He narrowed his eyes, and then glanced over at Clara.
"What is it?" Clara questioned, as she stared at the Doctor's puzzled expression. "Doctor?"
The Doctor turned to face her, his eyebrows raised in disbelief and confusion.
"2010." The Doctor uttered almost inaudibly, but Clara caught it.
"2010?" Clara asked, her head tilted to the side.
"Yes, 2010." The Doctor huffed at his oblivion.
"Why on Galifrey is she taking us to London, 2010." He mumbled, banging his hand on the screen as if it was broken. Clara shrugged, tucking the empty book under her arm. "Only one way to find out." She stated firmly, and headed for the door of the TARDIS. The Doctor nodded and followed. Just before they turned to exit, he took hold of her arm. "Clara, I believe something is very wrong here." Clara winced and cleared her throat. "Then we'll fix it." She winked and smiled kindly, although wearily. "We always do."
