Another Author's note real quick:

So! Chapter five here (The second time I've gotten this far in writing!)

I realize that the next few chapters might be a bore, since it's Clara going everywhere

I'll try to make it as interesting as possible! (I'll give a small insight on the Doctor in each chapter.)

One other thing.

In each where she travels, there will be a character based off of a song. (I'm really into music.)

Want to know the song? Just review/message me!

Okay, that's a long enough note. Here is chapter five!

Doctor:

Everything felt wrong. But… what was wrong? What was anything anymore? Thinking, he couldn't remember anything. Finally, his eyes flew open and took in the room with extreme clarity. Suddenly, the floor felt real to him, stone hard against his now as hard skin. He brought his hand to his face, and noticed it looked pale white. Deep in his subconscious, he felt that that was wrong. Just… wrong. But he couldn't put his finger on it.

Hearing a threatening noise, he bolted up in less than a second, looking around. He saw he was imprisoned within a wall-based cage, with a metal door. Instinctively, the man rose faster than any man could ever rise, and bolted for the cage door. His red eyes shifted to the right, then the left, making sure no one was around. He then grabbed onto two bars, one in each hand, and simply bent them away from each other, making a large enough hole to squeeze through.

The Doctor looked down the now dark and looming hole that led to the bottom floor of the castle, of which the Doctor could make out the very faint outline. With a slight smirk, he jumped off the ledge.

Falling felt great. A pulse of adrenaline coursed through his dead blood veins, stirring at the cells who simply stayed in place, not moving, not dividing, just simply there. If he were normal, both of his hearts would be pulsing with anxiety and fear, but now they were given a substitute beat of truly amazing things. The feeling almost felt as if they would start the old man's hearts right up again, after they had just stopped only hours before.

In almost no time, the Doctor landed on the floor without a sound. He looked to his left and right again, smiling lightly. To his right, a long hallway ended with an enormous door that, he assumed, led to the outside, where he felt unnecessary to ever be again. But wait… he had never been outside, had he? A headache started to form in the Doctor's head as he pondered his entire existence. He felt like there was so much more… or was that just a story? Maybe a dream, even? He couldn't even remember what the dream was. He easily pushed it away; he had much more important things to worry about as he turned his eyes to the left. Right beside him lay an odd object. Bending down, he picked it up and examined it. It was a dark, kind of dusty blue. It had a strap-like thing protruding from the bigger figure in the middle of it. The figure was symmetrical, two big loops (almost) were surrounding a little knot in the center. He chuckled lightly at the object as it lie in his hand, motionless. He thought it useless and cast it aside, looking farther to the left. There was a flight of old stairs, with cob webs every other step and a piece missing from just about every step. The Doctor started walking towards the steps, feeling a connection. Still, what connection? All he knew was that he just… woke up. He woke into existence, knowing so much, and alone. Alone. Alone. As that word crossed his mind, he cringed. That word… what was it about that word?! He felt like something was tugging at him, but he had no clue what. He'd never met anyone before, he'd never seen himself before. What do people look like? What would happen if he ever encountered one? Suddenly his throat felt very dry. He quenched for something… red. Something liquidy and red. His eyes dilated and undilated without control, feeling his inner thirst. I need it. That's all that could now fight itself to the front of the Doctor's mind.

Having this thought pulsing now through every still cell in this pale white body, the Doctor jumped lightly off his feet. With this simple jump, he landed on a ledge almost half-way from the top of the castle in it's entirety. Again, no noise emitted when his feet met the stone of the floor. Instead, what met his eyes as he peered forward, were cloaked figures. Three stood with their backs to him, while another stared right at him. Their eyes locked with each other. The Doctor again felt the tugging in his mind, but cast it aside. So this it what people looked like? No, they weren't people. They were different. They were like him. Pale with red eyes.

"Velcome, then." The one facing him said, lowering the hood over their head. She revealed a head of almost white hair, speckled with some blonde. Most of the hair was pulled up into a sloppy ponytail in the back of her head, but a few strings of it were covering her face. She seemed not to mind, as there was a smile that crossed her open lips, which also exposed her perfectly white teeth. Beside the two middle top and bottom teeth were very long teeth; very sharp as well. Frowning, the Doctor willed his tongue to feel around his teeth. Sure enough, he felt the sharp piercing of a fang enter his tongue, wincing lightly. They felt new, like they hadn't been there the whole time.

"V…V…" The Doctor tried to make words, but he was too preoccupied with the shock of hearing his own voice. So different from the girls, so much… deeper. "Vho are you?" That felt wrong. Why had he pronounced a "v" where the "w" should have been. He tried again, this time emphasizing the "w" sound. "Vho are you?" Hearing himself mess up again angered him. He hissed lowly to himself, then decided he'd figure it out later. He had more immediate thoughts to think, like who this girl was, who the other three were… who he was.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you." The woman tilted her head down, as if she felt ashamed for something. "And if I did, I would be very, very sorry." With that, she turned her back and went with the other three. The Doctor looked behind him, again to the deep dark hole, and fell backwards into it, landing swiftly on the flats of his feet.

Clara:

Twice in a row there was an incredibly smooth journey in the gigantically small police box. In fact, if the TARDIS hadn't opened her doors very rudely ("That was not nice!" Clara stated.) then Clara wouldn't have even known they had landed. As she neared the doors, the view of Olopia became more vivid. She could make out at least two suns, white grass, and a green sky. The green in the sky was a deep forest green, which silhouetted the suns in a perfect manner. The grass glistened from the light of the flawless sky, making it appear whiter than snow. Clara stepped from the TARDIS and was surprised at the texture of the grass. It was almost like someone had laid cotton out and just painted it white. Clara looked at her feet and the ground beneath them, astonished. However, she straightened her priorities and walked across the cotton-like grass. She needed to find four cups of green sugar crystals. Where am I supposed to find sugar crystals? Clara frowned to herself. She had to find them… she just had to. If she didn't-

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sudden noise that sounded as if someone was crying. As if on cue, Clara turned her head to the left and spotted a curled up figure lying on the grass. She hastily looked up, scared. Clara and the girl's eyes met for a split second before Clara turned to her and slowly started walking towards the girl. The girl's eyes widened, but she made no attempt to get up and run. As she looked up, Clara could tell the girl had been crying for a very long time, for her eyes were red and blotchy, which really brought out the faint pink that surrounded her face, and also the ears that resembled cat ears coming form her head. Clara took the last few steps separating them and knelt down beside the alien.

"Are you alright?" Clara tried sounding as compassionate as she could with so many other things on her mind.

"I… I g-guess so." The girl's voice was squeaky, with a few cracks in it. Clara could easily tell the lie that the girl had told, because her ears fidgeted in a very weird way.

"What's happened?" Clara asked. Seeing the awkward look the girl gave her afterwards, she added. "Don't worry. You can tell me." Clara smiled comfortingly, something she really needed right now… No. She couldn't get her thoughts off topic right now.

"M-My b-boyfriend…" Her sobs not only continued, but strengthened as she told her story. "H-He… hit m-me." If there was anymore the girl had to say, Clara wouldn't find it out then, for the girl had burst into tears. Her sobs had increased greatly as she buried her face in her hands.

"Shhhh… Hey, look, it's alright." Clara felt awkward trying to comfort her, but she just remembered the times Nina would need help with something. It was just as easy as that. "Do you know why it's alright?" The girl looked up slightly, shaking her head. "It's okay because I'm gonna make it better." Clara's voice was gentle, as if she were singing an infant to sleep.

"H-How can you m-make it b-better?" The girl's voice had edge in it, as if she were directing her anger at her ex-boyfriend on Clara. Clara was used to having anger taken out on her by little kids, so she took it as nothing personal.

"Easy." Clara paused, making sure to pick exactly the right words. She knew the impact words had, especially on the broken. "There's a man. He found me one day and saved me from an evil monster. He doesn't really have a name, but he's called the Doctor. He's like me, an alien, but from a different planet. He's all alone, and he's taught me so much. One of those things is that everyone is important, and nothing is incurable." Clara smiled lightly, enjoying the fact she could muster up these comments at the same time that she was so terrified of what would happen if she didn't make it in time. However, the effect seemed to work, because the girl looked up completely now, the smallest outline of a smile on her rosy lips.

"Even me?" Her voice sounded humbly confused, as if she felt worthless.

"Especially you." Clara smiled widely, and then went to hug the girl. The girl didn't object, but hugged back tightly. Her face relaxed into a smile as her ace began to change colors. Instead of the pink that had just occupied her face, a purple had come to take its place. The purple was still very faint, but still enough for Clara to make it out.

"Thank you, Ms." The girl smiled at Clara, then asked. "What's your name, Ms?"

Clara smiled lightly. "My name's Clara Oswald. What would yours be?"

The girl looked a little scared. "I like that name." She looked to the field they were in, spotted the blue box, then looked back at Clara. "My name's Mary."

"Mary? That's a lovely name." Clara smiled to Mary, who reflected the smile. "Now, Mary, what all happened? I love stories, and if I know, I can help you." Cara was a little scared for the response, but Mary's smile only faded slightly.

"I was with my boyfriend." Mary's eyes closed, as if she were thinking. "We were walking to his hut… Then the second sun rose and he said it was time for m-my beating… So he t-took me behind that b-building…" Mary pointed to a building that was just a few yards away. It was small and looked run-down and abandoned. "He t-took a pipe… hit me.. Then b-broke my l-leg…" She shook her head, signaling that was all she could recall without breaking down again. The purple started fading from her cheeks and the pink slowly started to return.

"It's alright, dear. He's gone now. And if he's not, he won't ever come near you again. Now, let's get you on some crutches, or in a wheel chair." Clara slowly stood, then picked Mary up. She was surprisingly light, almost as if Clara was carrying a newborn child. With Mary in her hand, however, she started towards the blue box that stood out in the field of the brilliant white grass. Carrying Mary, Clara realized that she had a long tail, pink in color, that now was inches from touching the grass. If Clara had to describe her, it would be like a cat person.

"Where are we going?" Mary sounded scared as the pink in her face and her tail was being replaced by a faint blue, almost to match the TARDIS.

"In here." Clara was relieved to see the doors still wide open; she didn't want to have to argue with the TARDIS again.

"Whoa…" Mary's eyes widened as Clara stepped into the TARDIS. "But… that's not possible, is it? Bigger on the inside! With Gallifreyian on the top!" Mary's eyes were everywhere, taking in the new view that came to her. However, something she said caught Clara off guard.

"Wait… Did you say that was Gallifreyian at the top?" Clara's eyes were wide with amazed curiosity.

"It is! I recognize it anywhere! I just can't read it." Mary frowned a little.

"So, you know about the Timelords?" Clara started walking down the hallway as she spoke, looking for any hospital or anything that she could make a makeshift cast for Mary's leg. Finally, she found a white door that read "Hospital" on it.

"Who doesn't?" Mary was looking at everything that they passed in awe. "We're taught about them in school. The great race that time locked away." She paused. "Is… Is it true?"

Clara opened the door and looked inside the Hospital, taking it in. It was huge on the inside, not just bigger. Bed after bed lay in a row together in each doorway, each one marked differently.

"Is what true?" Clara tried sounding sympathetic as she concentrated to find the door she needed.

"That one escaped. One Timelord managed to leave before they all got time locked." She looked at Clara with misty eyes of admiration, perhaps imagining about a marvelous man just waiting to take her away…

"That's why I'm here." Clara was now getting to her topic, which she thought she would eventually. It seemed that everything always revolved around the Doctor. "Yes, it's true. But he's in danger."

Mary frowned as Clara finally found the correct hallway of beds to lay her in. "What kind of danger?" Mary said as she relaxed on the bed.

"We ran into vampires back in Transylvania… and they took him." Clara took to looking at the little booklet that gave instructions on how to put different limbs in a cast.

Mary gasped in utter horror. "No! Oh, please don't tell me.. No!" Her face was a deep blue now as she started breathing quickly. "How could you?!"

"Oi! They knocked me out and dragged me outside. Anyways, how am I supposed to go up against vampires?" Clara started to retrieve some supplies from a cabinet down the hall.

"We're all in danger… the whole universe is doomed!" Mary was freaking out, but Clara could tell she was trying to calm herself down. Clara quickly grabbed the things she needed to wrap the broken leg and came back to Mary's side.

"I need you to stay still!" Clara went to work, carefully handling the fragile and broken leg with extreme care. However, Mary still winced every time the leg was brought into a new position.

A few minutes after extreme concentration, Clara backed away and went to find the crutches. She found them, took them in her hands, and brought them back to Mary's bed. "Here." Clara held the crutches out. Realizing after a few moments that Mary couldn't get up to use them, she laid them down and went to help Mary up. Slowly she lifted Mary, then set her to where she was sitting on the edge of her bed. After that, Clara picked the crutches up again and put one in each of Mary's hands. Using most of her strength, Mary hoisted herself up using the metal contractions and stood, her right foot suspended in the air.

"Good job!" Clara cheered, excited or this big step in the road for recovery.

"My injuries don't matter at the moment." Mary's voice was grave, unlike Clara had heard thus far. "If a Vampric Timelord is out, then everyone will be hurt. Everyone will be doomed. To hell with broken le-"

"Remember what I said?" Clara interrupted her. "Everyone is important. Everyone's injuries matter."

"But one compared to billions times billions times trillions? What's one life compared to all of those?"

"Because, it's you. And you matter. They matter to, but I'm going to stop that timelord before he can destroy anything. But, I need something from this planet in order to do that." In her mind, Clara pumped her fist in the air. She had finally gotten through her whole reason for coming here.

"What do you need?" Mary was obviously scared.

"Four cups of Green sugar Crystals." Clara kept trying to make her voice as gentle as possible. She knew what it felt like to be hurt… to miss someone.

"I know where to get those. They're actually really easy to find!" Mary gave a nervous smile, still standing. "Lead the way form this machine, and then I'll lead you to the crystals."

Smiling in victory, Clara started walking from the TARDIS, Mary with her crutches following.

Within a few minutes, they reached the doors of the TARDIS again. Mary smiled and took the lead of they're small group. "Okay, so they actually grow within trees." She nudged her head towards a brilliant structure; the body of it was clear with a crystal-like structure. What were normally leaves on an Earth tree were silver plates on this tree, all glistening in the light from the two blazing suns. "Do you see that green tinted one? That's where you'll find green ones."

"Thank you so much." Clara ran for the trees, looking for a green one. She noted the blue, pink, and purple ones, but never a green one. Well, not until she came face to trunk with one. She fell with a small thud to the forest cotton grass, which didn't hurt in the slightest except in her face where the impact was made. However, she smiled and started to tear off parts of crystal. When Clara felt like she had more than enough, she started walking back to the edge of the forest to where Mary was waiting.

"That's bound to be enough!" Mary was now smiling, her face and tail purple again. She then looked at Clara with a curious expression, which Clara caught.

"What are you wondering about, Mary?" Clara again sounded gentle as she took another step nearer the TARDIS.

"I was wondering…" Mary sounded nervous as she tried to form the question in her head. "…could I maybe… come with you?" She quickly looked down at the white grass, feeling embarrassed.

Clara took a moment to think, then smiled. "I don't see a problem with it." Clara took joy in the huge smile that formed on Mary's face.

"Really?!" Her eyes were wide from amazement in Clara's answer.

"Of course! I need all the help I can get, and you need healing time for your leg." At this response, Mary became even more excited.

"Oh… thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Mary's face was as lit up as possible as she hobbled into the TARDIS, Clara following. "Where are we going now, Clara?"

"We need to go to… Spakro!"

As if on voice command, the TARDIS closed her doors and dematerialized, leaving Opolia and heading for the ancient planet of Spakro.