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Sorry this took so long. Writers block took over my life. I promise I will not abandon this story! Thank you for leaving such kind reviews!
The Doctor nestled the TARDIS on a hill nearby Clara's house, waiting for the subtlest hint that she wanted his help. Hours passed, and all he could do was watch and wait. He began to talk to the TARDIS, muttering something about bowties and protection. The Doctor continued to mutter back and forth with his thoughts for hours. He wondered if Clara would ever want or need him to save her, he thought about all the voyages he could be on currently if it was not for the girl who was twice dead.
The lights went off inside her house. There was no noise, no bickering, her husband was not even home yet. "Maybe she went to sleep before he got home" he thought to himself as he stared out the TARDIS at the darkened window he had just saw Clara shut off moments earlier.
About a half hour later, the Doctor found it safe to abandon the lookout and find a change of clothing. A brown jacket and black pants were placed on his body in a matter of seconds, but of course the bowtie had to be just right. He scrambled through bowties of numerous colors and sizes, but did not seem satisfied until he found a red one- perfect shape and perfect color. He wrapped it around his collar with a prideful glow and with one last smile he muttered, "Bowties are cool".
He returned to the outside of the TARDIS after what seemed like two seconds and several of the lights in the house had been turned on. One after one, the lights began to turn on until every light in the house was beaming… except for Clara's. The Doctor sprang to his feet and immediately argued whether or not to go inside and check on her. Although his better judgment told him not to, he jumped at the TARDIS controls and led it inside Clara's room.
The Doctor slowly crept inside Clara's room only to find her asleep and comfortable in bed. Of course, his curiosity urged him forward to investigate what was happening in the now well-lit house. He tip toed down the stairs into the kitchen only to find several empty beer cans and wine bottles laid out on the tables. "That's surprising" the Doctor thought to himself as he picked up one of the empty bottles. "I never knew that one human could drink this much in such a small time period" he muttered to himself while raising an eyebrow.
"Doctor"
The Doctor turned around to see a sleepy eyed girl standing at the edge of the stairs, seemingly confused by the image of the man in front of her.
"Clara" the Doctor whispered, "Go back to bed."
"What are you doing here" Clara asked groggily
"The lights…" the Doctor began, "They are all on…"
"Why?" Clara asked, unsure whether or not she wanted to know the answer.
"That is what I am trying to find out!"
With that, the Doctor climbed up the stairs swiftly taking Clara by the hand and dragging her with him. Once they reached the top of the spiral staircase, Clara foggily let go of the Doctor's hand and fell unconscious.
"Clara!" the doctor screamed. It was no use. Clara was long gone and the Doctor could feel her heart beat slowing. In an effort to attempt to keep her with him, he pulled her up into his arms and ran her towards the TARDIS.
Just then, a slight bump sounded from the room next door. Unquestionably, this was Clara's husband trying to take Clara away from the Doctor, yet again. The Doctor was quiet, yet silently walked closer to the room where the noise had sounded a second earlier. When he was in front of the door, with Clara still safely in his arms, he peered into the room.
Several young ladies were scattered all over the floor. Clara's husband was lying beside a couch, motionless and naked, with two ladies by each of his sides. "How could anyone do this to someone like Clara?" the Doctor asked himself as he bolted out of the room and headed straight for the TARDIS. Clara's heartbeat was now almost unnoticeable. The Doctor knew if he did not get back to the TARDIS in time, Clara's life would be over… again.
Running as fast as his legs could take him; the Doctor sprinted through the door to Clara's bedroom, Clara still safely in his arms, and launched himself at the TARDIS.
He was inside. Now all he could do was try to save her.
