Author's Notes: Sorry about the late uploading! It's play weekend and I'm crazy busy. So here's the two chapters I missed!
"Absolutely not." Dean's arms crossed defiantly. Clara gnawed on the bottom of her lip as she watched him. He intimidated her quite a bit. Perhaps it was his size. Although the other Winchester was at least a foot taller than her and he didn't frighten her as much. In fact, he was rather good looking.
"Why, because you're smarter than me? Stronger? The Doctor is my best friend. If anyone is going in there, it's me." Amy's hands were on her hips, hair tossed back fiercely. At first Clara hadn't known what to make of the girl. She was strong willed and held her own against the older Winchester which Clara admired.
"Because I know how this stuff works. You don't. It could be dangerous." Dean had actual concern in his eyes, hidden beneath all that anger and his frigid attitude toward the girl. Clara could see what was in his eyes. He liked her but he didn't want to admit it. Amy was harder to read. She just looked angry.
"Why don't we all go in?" Sam piped up from next to Clara. She glanced over at him. "We have just enough for all of us to go in. It seems like a better option than standing around arguing."
"Shouldn't we leave someone to watch over our bodies?" John asked and Clara's head turned to her other side where the doctor leaned. He had been remarkably cool about most of this. Clara had much more of a difficult time trying to adapt to what the Winchesters were trying to tell them. Dream walking?
"The TARDIS locks automatically. The Doctor says that only people with a key can get in." She piped up, eager to put her two cents in. She hadn't said much to the strangers and she thought that sometimes they forgot she was there.
"She's right." Amy assured them. "That leaves no reason why any of us should stay here. We all go or we all stay." Dean's face was still hard as he looked into hers but she didn't back down. Clara only glanced between the two, unable to guess what was going on in their minds. They were both stubborn but Clara began to see who was going to win this fight.
"Gimme the dream stuff, Sam." Sam pulled the jar from his bag. He had gone to retrieve it from their motel as soon as the idea had arisen. From what Sam had described of the process, Clara figured he was right, there was just enough for each of them. Amy left the room quickly and Clara spun around and began rattling through the drawers.
"What are you looking for?" John asked her, peering over her shoulder.
"Sammy boy says we need genetic material. I'm looking for," She spun around as she found her prize. "Scissors." She snipped them in front of his face teasingly before turning to her comatose friend. "You always have to leave at the worst times." She scolded him, frowning as she cut off a slight curl at the top of his neck.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to." A deep voice made her glance up in surprise. It was Sam and she gulped, craning her head to look up at him.
"Why wouldn't I want to come?" She raised an eyebrow.
"You just looked a little nervous." He was smiling and she felt more at ease, a smile coming over her own face.
"If she can do it, so can I." She jerked her head in the direction Amy had taken out.
"Huh." Sam chuckled, glancing down at his shoes. "I never said you couldn't."
"I'm going in too. Here's your hair." She pushed it at his chest and he wrapped his enormous fingers around it. Clara blinked as she saw that his hand was at least twice as large as her own. "The Doctor isn't the only one with a sense of adventure." She winked at him before the both turned at the sound of a Scottish accent.
"Got the cups. Do we really have to drink that stuff?" Amy made a face at the liquid and Clara stood up a little straighter. She wasn't afraid to drink that nasty looking thing.
"And a bit of the hair. Sam?" The gigantic man began placing one hair in each of the cups as Amy put them onto another bed. Dean took the jar next and began putting the African dream root in it. Clara leaned over the other side of the bed, looking at the disgusting juices and wrinkling her nose.
"It smells awful." She told Sam who grinned.
"Tastes even worse." He assured her.
"Eugh." Was her only response.
"Alright, we each take a swig of this and we're in his head. You ready?" Dean passed out cups and Clara took hers with nervous hands. Going into the Doctor's head was going to be quite an adventure, one she didn't know if she was ready for. "Get on the beds first. You'll be out instantly." The group spread around the room and pulled themselves up on the beds. Clara hid a smile when she saw how overgrown Sam looked in his bed.
"Bottoms up." The worn plastic rim or her bright pink cup seemed to slip away for a moment before the sensation came back as clear as day. She pulled a face as she set it aside. The others did the same, looking around at each other expectantly. John was looking into his own green cup with a look of distaste.
"I though you said we were going to be knocked out instantly." Clara directed this question to the older Winchester.
"We are knocked out. This is the inside of the Doc's head." He told her, jumping up off the bed.
"But we haven't moved. We're still in the TARDIS." Clara swung herself off the bed as well as the rest of the group formed a circle.
"What else would the inside of the Doctor's head look like?" Amy breathed, laughing as she realized it.
"But if we're inside his head, where is he?" John looked around as though expecting him to jump out at any moment.
"He should be close by. If we can find him and explain it to him we should be able to have him pull us all out." Sherlock rationalized.
"His body's gone!' Clara exclaimed, noting his sudden absence and pointing at the spot.
"Yes, I'd imagine he is somewhere inside this ship of his, hiding for whatever reason." Sherlock examined the table he had just been sitting on and Clara frowned. What on earth was he doing?
"Alright, we've got to find him as soon as we can. Where's the spot he would most likely be?" Sam threw this question out to both of the time travelers and they exchanged looks before they said together.
"The control room."
"Alright, then let's go there." Sam gestured for them to take the lead and Amy strode with confidence to the door, Clara no less than a step behind.
"Doctor!" Amy called out. Her voice rang through the hallways but no response was given. "Doctor, can you hear me?" Clara was surprised when they turned the corner and found themselves back in the control room. She had thought the control room was still a few corridors down. Amy seemed startled also because she came to a stop in the middle of the floor.
"We shouldn't have made it back yet. The corridor is different." She said it barely loud enough for them to hear and as Clara looked at her, she could see the suspicion in the woman's eyes.
"It's not the ship, it's the Doctor's head. It's different." Sam put a hand on the startled woman's shoulder. Clara turned away from the ensuing conversation, curious about something. If they were in the Doctor's head then things were different from reality. So what was behind the doors?
"Guys!" The chatter continued behind her, oblivious to the small girl. "Oi!" Heads snapped up to look at her. "You might want to see this." They moved almost as one towards her as she flung the doors wider. "There's a whole forest out there. A forest in the Doctor's head." There were bodies pressed up against her back as they all squeezed into the small place, looking out towards woods.
"Why a forest?" Sam wondered and Clara tensed. He was right behind her and his voice was far over her head.
"Hang on." There was a shuffle behind Clara as Amy shoved her way to the front. "I know this forest. I was here once and the whole place was filled."
"Filled with what?" Clara wondered, glancing up at her. The green eyes scanning the trees were frightened.
"Weeping angels." Amy glanced down at Clara. Clara did not like that look or the tone with which she said that name.
"What's a weeping angel?" John asked next to Clara.
"A creature of stone that animates when one looks away from it for only a moment. They displace you in time and feed off the remaining rift energy." Sherlock explained in one breath. Amy turned with a questioning look on her face.
"That's right. How did you know that?"
"Look, we need to find the Doc so I say we split up. Half of us take inside and half of us take outside. Does that sound fair?" Everyone nodded at Dean's statement. "Good. Sam and I will take outside. One of you want to tag along?"
"I will." Amy volunteered. The three of them stepped outside the box.
"Meet back here in two hours." Clara was nervous at being left alone with these other two men, one who was strangely aware of everything happening although his friend said it was the first time they had encountered this sort of thing. But she only had to survive two hours with them. That wouldn't be too hard, right?