Clara ran. Straight out of the library and up into the console room, the Doctor at her heels; across the walkways and up the stairs. She slammed into the TARDIS doors and yanked at them with both hands wrapped around the handles, back and forth, back and forth, but the ship wasn't budging.

'Come on!' she ordered it, beating her fists on the panels.

'She won't open up…' the Doctor was at the console behind her, frantically hitting switches. Above him the lights flashed red in warning and the Cloister bell kept tolling.

'She has to,' Clara spun on one foot, 'I'm putting you in danger. Her first priority is always to keep you safe…'

'Yes, yes it is,' his answer was distracted, his head bowed as he punched co-ordinated and wrestled with levers and then popped back up again as he looked horrified at the monitors. 'Judoon,' he said quietly.

'So she has to open the doors, let me out, if I run they will follow me. The Time Lords must be instructing them on where to find me, I'm the beacon remember? '

'You are… but beacons shine brightly Clara, bright enough to see the area around them. The Time Lords already know I'm here… you running now, makes no odds. I quite agree the Judoon are probably too stupid to notice who is who,' he said referring to what was outside, 'but the cats out the bag, you're broadcasting your brain straight to Gallifrey without even knowing it. The Time Lords have spotted me already and they've sent some Judoon in response.'

'We've only been together a few minutes!' she moaned. Clara turned again to the door, tried to push or pull it open and the TARDIS made an angry noise around her.

'Let me… out!' she demanded, 'I could still confuse them, put them off….'

'No!' The Doctor at last he looked up from what he was doing, 'The doors are sealed. That is an end of it. We need to move fast and get out of here, and we need to do it without the Time Lords following straight away. We need breathing space… thinking space…' he was half thinking out loud what to do next, but all Clara could think was the solution must lie with her.

There was a huge rumble from outside and the TARDIS shook to her core. Both of them staggered and had to grasp onto the ship for balance, relying on it to protect them both from whatever that had been.

'I have my own TARDIS near by!' Clara suddenly declared, and felt herself getting angrier, more frustrated. Finally they'd met again and all she had done was bring chaos and enemies raining down on him. She had to get away. She had done so much damage to the Doctor already, broken both his hearts. Now if everything he said was true, she was only serving to aid the Time Lords in finishing him off. She had a TARDIS, yards from his, she just had to get to it. Once there she could fly anywhere, lead them a merry dance and keep going. If she could master the mind control thing maybe she could even persuade them she had no idea where he was…

'I can run,' she said not letting go of the door, 'Just like you said, run and get to my ship….' But his face had grown paler in the brief time it took her to speak and shew knew somehow the problem had magnified.

'It's too late,' he insisted with a dry swallow, and with a sweep spun the screen he had been watching at towards her. Clara was torn and looked at the door briefly, saw it remained unmoving and bolted. Reluctantly but swiftly she stepped away, focusing on the stream of events outside now playing out on the monitor, focusing on the Doctor's pale skin.

She was about to say something like, 'I can manage it,' or 'That's not that bad,' she was a Time Lady now, she could run fast and survive a lot of damage, but then she looked again. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting. A Time Lord or two on the hunt? A handful of the Judoon as backup? Not this anyway. She paused and felt time still around her, aware of the Doctor still working beside her but seeing him now in slow motion. It kept happening since her conversion, these odd lapses in time. Things seemed fast or slow or frozen, she could see futures and pasts but couldn't always differentiate. And she had no control. It scared her witless when it happened, the things she saw, and moreso felt. Clara glanced at the Doctor; he could teach her, he could teach her if…

'Clara look at the screen, come back to the present,' he snapped at her and she quickly looked back. She could see in his eyes that he knew what was going on in her head. She tried to focus again on the now.

No, not a Time Lord, or a team of them. Not a handful of Judoon to make up the numbers. She looked amongst the gravestones and the trees, saw the creatures moving through the dark, regimented, powerful, heavy set and well armed. Because that's what they were, an army, an army to hire.

Judoon. Line and after line of them, moving towards the TARDIS.

'Oh my God! There are hundreds of them. Where are they coming from?'

'A time rift,' he explained, 'The Time Lords opened a gateway and they are pouring through. There's nothing we can do. There are too many of them Clara, I'm not letting you out there…'

'I'm fast, and I'm less clumsy than they are, I could dodge in and out…'

'No.'

'I could! Look at them…'

'I am and I'm saying no,' he passed one hand over his forehead and she recognised the motion as a sign of stress. He started ruffling his hair, trying to think, trying to find a solution. On the screen the Judoon had surrounded her TARDIS, half hidden in trees and darkness, and were cocking their weapons.

'Don't you dare!' she squealed, 'Don't you bloody dare that's my ship!' Shots rang out and glass shattered, she screamed at the monitor as the front of her Diner exploded. In the console room the Doctor's TARDIS moaned in sympathy.

'It'll be fine. It's superficial. They can't harm the body of the ship,' the Doctor said, half reassuring, half distracted, 'Once this has all settled the ship will repair, we just have to stay….'

More shots and the neon bulbs blew out, glass shattered, the windows fell in. Clara grew pale with anger. She suddenly turned and kicked the console hard to the Doctors horrified response. He grabbed at her wrists and dragged her away from the machinery.

'Clara, Clara, not, you must stop this. The TARDIS she's protecting you…'

'I don't want protecting, I'm supposed to be protecting you, as is she! That's why I tried to you're your memories! That's why the TARDIS didn't let you navigate anywhere near me. She's not protecting anyone by letting me stay here. I want out, I'll get to my ship take off and leave and if you do the same thing, leave at the same time they might get confused, they might not know who is where and we can vanish again. It could work, it could protect you, so why isn't the old bitch helping me now?' she asked desperately.

She could see him toiling, his brain somehow becoming overwhelmed. Too much information. Memories sparking off memories, emotions; fear and love hijacking his thoughts and leading him down unused and unknown roads.

'Please,' he begged her with his eyes, and lowered his voice, 'She has her own priorities. I have told her what you mean to me, she's seen each memory I've restored as I have gone about it and she has felt some of what I have felt. Before the last couple of weeks it was her job to keep you away from me but I begged her to understand. She's trying but none of this is sitting well with her, she is tolerating you Clara but if you push it…'

Clara's eyes flashed, 'If I push it? What? Will she open the bloody door so I can get my own ship and try and sort this mess?' her voice grew louder and louder and she finalised her request with another boot to the TARDIS structure, this time the bannister close by. The ship let out a high angry wail and suddenly the doors flew open, she heard them behind her crashing against the wall.

'Thank you!' she yelled at the ceiling and then looked back at her companion.

'Clara!' she could see the Doctor's eyes fixed on something in the doorway.

'Whatever it is,' she started.

'Just… turn around,' he said holding out a hand and not looking at her, 'Just turn around and look at it, and keep looking at it…' Don't stop looking, Clara…

She felt her pulse rise and knew immediately what it was. The Time Lords really were encouraging everyone and everything to play. Slowly she turned and came face to face with the huge angel that had been standing close to the TARDIS when she had seen it arrive. She should have known.

'Don't even blink…' he whispered. Clara stared hard.

'What are we going to do?' she could see from the periphery of her vision the rows of Judoon getting closer. Having done some damage to her ship they had, as the Doctor predicted, been unable to do much more and decided to aim elsewhere in their quest to find them both. They were crossing the graveyard in pursuit of her, and there were plenty of them. She wondered if they had the wit to notice the TARDIS and to add two plus two. They just seemed to march forward on orders, seeking the beacon that was Clara in the hope the Doctor would be there too. Would they get a reward, she wondered?

'Keep looking at it,' the Doctor said, 'Can you do that for me? No distractions, no glancing away, no matter what happens outside…'

'Why? What's going to happen outside?' she asked in hushed tones, centimetres from the angel's face.

'Well there is the small matter of the ever expanding Judoon Army, and a time rift,' the Doctor said, 'And one won't be dealt with until the other has gone. They just keep pouring through, the Time Lords have probably hired thousands of them, they love a show. They know you're here and your head is broadcasting updates…outwith your control… I need to shut all of this down and it might take something spectacular to do that now…'

She could feel an old anxiety building in her as he spoke just as she could feel his old gung-ho style of attack getting ready.

'You said you were going to leave the Time Rift alone….' She hissed. 'Said we just had to get away as fast as possible, you were going to leave the Judoon army behind… '

'That's before someone demanded we open the TARDIS door,' he hissed back. 'And before the small matter of a weeping Angel standing on the doorstep. Not to mention the Judoon army being ten times bigger than I thought it might be. Now we have to seal off the rift just to get control of all this again.'

'Can't we just shove the angel out and fly off?' she asked desperately. For a moment the Doctor looked at her with concern, a pause in all the chaos.

'Clara we can't let hundreds of thousands of Judoon pour out over London,' he said quietly, 'We can't let Angels come to life just so we can get away. People will die, lots of people. This has to be dealt with now. Don't you see? Don't you remember?'

'Remember?'

'The Cloisters, the things we said, the promises we made?' he went on. 'We went too far the last time. We were the Hybrid, willing to go to all lengths for one another. If we fly off now, we'd be making the same mistakes.'

Clara felt a stab of guilt. 'Oh…. yes…' her eyes stared into the grey stone of the lifeless angel and it seemed to mock her pain. 'Yes, you're right. This is how it has to be.'

'Clara I was all for packing up and jetting off somewhere where I thought it was just going to be a handful of troublemakers. I could have taken them out as we took off, but this… how can I leave this behind now I can see how much damage it will do?'

She could feel her anger morphing into something more tender. This was all her fault, and worse than that she was falling for the same old mistake. The one they had both made in one form or another in the past. The one that had cost him four billion years and his memories. She loved him too much. She was lonely and tempted and had thought herself stronger. She had wanted to see him again so desperately that she had found him at last but she wasn't in control even if she told herself she was. She had messed with time lines, upset time and space and now London was being invaded by an army lead by her unstoppable psychic signal. She felt tears spring to her eyes.

'No….' the Doctor's voice rose an octave in panic, 'No crying, absolutely no crying…'

'But this is my fault…'

'I can't argue with that, Clara,' his words shocked her, 'but if you cry you won't be able to see the Angel clearly so stop it, stop it right away!'

He was right. She nodded and swallowed, the whole while staring the Angel in the eye.

'Good,' she heard him say, 'Now, if I'm not back in ten minutes assume I lost the war….' He edged past her and the angel, removing his eyes from it and looking back over his shoulder at Clara. 'If I'm not back,' he said again, 'You've permission to shove her out and slam the door as you suggested. Run for it if I don't make it because by then you might as well save yourself; London will be overrun… and I'll be dead.'