Chapter 4, and I hope that you all enjoy! Reviews are always welcome, good or bad, and kind words are appreciated. ~DrKaiserchief
"What is it Doctor? What's there?" Clara was scared now, one arm grabbing on to the Doctor's jacket behind her back, making sure he couldn't leave her behind. Her eyes were watering. It's dark in here anyway; surely it can't hurt if I blink? No, the Doctor told me not to, so I can't. I mustn't blink!
The Doctor moved closer to the TV, making sure to check his corners. "The angels are here." Why are they here? And why is the angel smiling? His mind rushed through all of the possibilities, trying desperately to work it out, but he was distracted. Clara was on his mind. Why did I bring Clara? Why did this all happen in her house? Think!
Meanwhile, Clara relaxed a little at the Doctor's words, "well surely we're fine then. Angels aren't exactly known for killing?"
"No Clara you don't understand, these are weeping angels, when they're being observed they're quantum locked, they can't move," the Doctor explained. "But when you look away, they move faster than light. They take you."
Clara could feel a lump growing in her throat; she suddenly wanted nothing to do with this. She just wanted to leave. "Where do they take you?"
The Doctor ignored her, scanning the TV with his sonic screwdriver. What do they want? What do they know? I've already lost Amy and Rory to the angels; I will not let that happen to Clara… Clara. It all made sense now; like a thousand alarm bells ringing in his head at once. They want her.
"Doctor! Where do they take you?" Clara was frustrated now.
The Doctor snapped a bit, "To past… the future, anywhere they like." Thoughts of Amy and Rory welled up in his mind. I lost them. It was my fault. Clara could see that she'd struck a sore spot, and moved over to comfort him, turning her back on the doorway.
In the corner of her eye, she noticed something change. The image on the TV had changed, and the angel was starting to materialise in front of the screen, bursting into reality.
"D… Doctor, Doctor the angel in the TV, it's coming out! How can it be doing that?" Clara struggled to avoid showing how scared she was.
"Clara don't look at its eyes, and whatever you do don't blink!" The Doctor held his sonic screwdriver up to the lights and pressed the button. The room was bathed in a warm, yellow glow, and it was only then that the Doctor and Clara could see how desperate the situation really was. In the room were 3 leather armchairs, and seated in all three were stone people.
"But they don't look like the one in the screen Doctor, are they angels?" Clara asked.
Scanning one of the gargoyles, the Doctor responded, "no, they're not angels. But this angel has been in the screen for a very, very long time. Long enough to have destroyed these people from the inside." It's been waiting. There was a creak on the stairs; the lights flashed off and on again. The angel that was in the TV was now standing in front of Clara.
A wave of heat washed over Clara, and she collapsed clutching her chest. She let out a little cry of pain. "Doctor… what's happening to me?" She gasped.
I've got to get her out of here. "It's the time leak! No time to explain, we have to leave, now!" He bent down; eyes still fixed on the angel, and picked up Clara, bridal style. "Clara listen very carefully, we're going to get back to the TARDIS; this was all a trap. You have to keep looking at the angel behind me when I turn around, do not look away, and do not blink!" He turned, making his way to the door, using his sonic screwdriver to light up the rooms around him.
Clara's thoughts were cloudy, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. She buried her face into the Doctor's shoulder, keeping one eye on the angel behind. How she had longed for this kind of contact with him, and now that she felt as though she were dying she couldn't enjoy it. The lights flashed again, and the angel was closer this time. Much closer, baring its teeth. Concentrate Clara; stay awake. Concentrate!
The Doctor had reached the hall now, and angels lined the stairs, reaching over the guardrail to try catch the biggest prize of them all. He was running now, and he reached the front door in seconds. Deactivating the force field, he stepped out into the daylight. Thankfully, the rain had returned, leaving them in no danger of being cooked in the sun. But there was still a very real danger around. The entire area was deserted, and looking back at the house, the angels had reached the doorway. One appeared to be clawing at the first floor window. The TARDIS was sat adjacent to a fountain, a fountain that had statues on it when the companions first arrived. They had moved.
Breaking a sweat, the Doctor ran over to the blue box, Clara in his arms. Her breathing was laboured, and the Doctor knew that every second counted. He almost broke down the door when entering the TARDIS, taking care to close the door behind him. He could hear the angels slamming on the door. BANG! BANG! BANG! Always three times in a row.
Clara gasped and spluttered, realising that at some point she must have closed her eyes. She could barely remember the last five minutes. "Doctor, what happened to me?" She wheezed. The Doctor laid her down carefully on the TARDIS stairs, and toyed with the console. The banging stopped as the TARDIS groaned into life once more, transporting them to the other side of the world in a heartbeat. "Doctor, please tell me what's going on?" The mist that clouded her mind in the house was beginning to lift. "Did the angels do something to me?" Her limbs felt paralysed with fear.
The Doctor turned slowly towards her, silently deciding what to say to her. He decided that the truth was a good place to start. After all the time they had spent together, and all the times that she had helped him, he owed this to his impossible girl. "Clara, Clara… Poor Clara. Don't you understand? This was your house, and it still is. This is your life, your future. You've just crossed your time stream in the biggest possible way and Clara, impossible Clara, I am so, so sorry." He looked her dead in the eyes. He could almost feel the fear in her gaze. He sat down next to her on the stairs of the TARDIS and held her close. They want her. "The 15th April 2072, it's not that far ahead of your time. This is it Clara."
"This is the day you die."