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The Doctor paced back and forth, refusing to believe that anyone else could have gotten into the TARDIS without his permission. His mind raced to the several hundred thousand rooms he would have to investigate in order to come remotely close to finding the person responsible for wanting a deadly man inside the TARDIS.
"Doctor" Clara questioned hesitantly.
"Yes, Clara" the doctor looked at her, somewhat irritated that she had interrupted his train of thought.
"You know I wasn't the one who wanted him in here…"
"Clara, if there was even a moment where you wanted me to be him" the Doctor stopped, thinking about how they almost made love, and how it might have meant nothing to her.
"Doctor, stop it. Stop it right now. I loved him…" she paused, as if she regretted saying that she loved him at all.
"But…" the Doctor added, raising his eyebrows, waiting for a resolution
"But" Clara responded, "He hurt me, both mentally and physically. I loved him, but I would never, in a million years, want him to be anywhere around me again."
The Doctor's facial expression went from concerned to giddy in a very short time frame, and he seemed to whole heartedly believe that she was telling him the truth. The apparent hurt in her eyes accompanied by the fragile state of her body lead him to believe that she would rather die than betray him. The Doctor hadn't felt this way in a while; like he could trust her and know that she would do everything she could to keep him safe. A smile leapt across his face as he thought of the word "safe". As he picked her up and twirled her in his arms clumsily, he realized that he had not thought of himself as "safe" in a long while, considering it was usually him saving his companions from danger.
"Clara" the Doctor paused, "we have to get whomever let your husband in out of here"
"I agree, but if the TARDIS knows that you don't want them here, wouldn't she do her best to get them out?" Clara questioned, unable to believe the TARDIS would actually allow anything to happen to the Doctor.
"Sometimes it's not that easy"
He took her hand and pulled her through the TARDIS hallway. Dragging her through a plethora of unused rooms, he searched for his betrayer. Clara watched awkwardly as the man who saved her from her husband ransacked the premises for any sign of someone who may want to return Clara to her husband, or destroy him and Clara.
"Clara, do you have anyone who not want you to be happy without your husband" the Doctor questioned, still scoping through a room filled with pictures of past enemies.
"I cannot think of anyone."
"Was anyone with you when I picked you up in the TARDIS, Clara?" he looked up and glanced at Clara with shocked eyes, which quickly turned sad when he thought of the various women her husband had with him when he was found in the living room.
"No" Clara said, the blood had seemingly disappeared from her face and she was turning pale white.
"Clara!" The Doctor leapt up to comfort his Clara, who looked as if she was about to faint.
"Doctor…" Clara looked up at him with her big brown eyes, expecting to have him solve all her problems, expecting him to automatically make her safe.
The Doctor wished there was something he could do to stop whatever was going on in her body. He hoped that she would be okay, and wanted to be the one to save her from all that was going on. He held onto her body as she slowly collapsed in his arms. His Clara had fainted unexpectedly for an unknown reason. All he knew was that he had to protect her, yet keep on searching for the hidden entity letting people into the TARDIS without his permission.
Just then, a thought hit him. The TARDIS could help him find who he was looking for! The Doctor was so notorious for being slow to come to a resolution, but he always got there in the end. He ran towards the control panel, Clara hanging over his shoulder, to find out if there was any sort of malevolent human-being inside of his ship.
"Hey sexy, I need your help" the Doctor plead. "Clara's husband got in somehow and I need to know who it was. Can you show me a list of people occupying the TARDIS at this present moment?" he questioned lovingly.
Suddenly a vast list of people appeared on the screen before him; a long list of monsters, previous companions, Clara, very few names he did not recognize that had found themselves on the TARDIS by some miracle and himself.
Trying to narrow down the list, he asked to see the names of the people who were still living inside the TARDIS. Only three names appeared; Clara, the Doctor and an unidentified name. With Clara safely on the ground next to him, slowly gaining consciousness, he pulled up a map of all the people remaining on the list. Staring at the list, he realized that they were not the only two people in the TARDIS control center right now. Clara, who was now standing beside him fully conscious, joined in his amazement and stared at the screen in awe.
According to the map, someone was standing right next to them, like he could be directly on top of them. However, neither the Doctor nor Clara could see the mystery person. They both looked at each other as the TARDIS made an abrupt halt. The Doctor and Clara, knowing that whoever was in the TARDIS control room with them likely controlled where they ended up right now, looked around in panic. Without thinking, Clara ran to the door to see where they were. Throwing the doors aside, she gasped as a yellow and red light radiated against her face. Tears began to form in her eyes, as the Doctor accompanied her in the door way. Fire sprang from the roof of a house, encompassing every last inch of wood it could possibly reach. The Doctor was holding Clara, knowing that although what was happening in front of her was a piece of life she would not want to relive, it was a large piece of her life to replace. The house in flames was her home, and everything inside of it was hers.
Firemen entered the house at every entrance, policemen guarded the property to the best of their ability, and friends and neighbors all looked at the house with fear of who might be inside. Of course, everyone ignored the police box, which stuck out like a …big chin in comparison to the average rural neighborhood.
The Doctor, slowly brushing Clara's hair out of her face, grabbed onto her as someone was simultaneously being pulled out of the house. Clara's face grew whiter as the man was dragged past her. Whoever was in the TARDIS with them definitely wanted Clara to be with her husband, or as of now, her deceased husband. Clara immediately ran through the bushes surrounding her house and threw up violently. She was widowed.
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