AN: Only a few more days until we say goodbye to Matt Smith! I'm sad, but also excited to meet Peter Capaldi. Anywho, I hope you enjoy my chapter!
The Doctor was sitting in the passenger's seat of the green minivan. Clara found it kind of odd, since in Britain she was very used to the driver being on the right. She took a moment to admire the back of the Doctor's head, really appreciating the wave of his- Clara's thoughts were cut short by Bill, who was driving, skidding to a halt. Rachel, who was sitting beside Clara in the very back, along with Nina, Hicks, and Kat, slammed into Clara, causing her to hit her head on the window.
Clara cried out loudly, causing the Doctor to turn around in alarm.
"Are you all right back there?" He asked, worried. Wincing, Clara nodded, and gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Yeah. Just keep following the trail," Clara told him. Rachel was apologizing profusely, and Clara was starting to get a headache. Kat had been chittering away about something to do with a fight club, which was not something Clara found amusing. Sighing, she rested her aching noggin on the window, and closed her eyes.
Clara was in the TARDIS with the Doctor. He was leaning against the control hub, his tweed jacket slung across one shoulder.
"Shall we?" He asked, walking towards her.
"Shall we what?" Clara asked. She looked down and realized that she was wearing a tight red dress. It had long sleeves, and had many decorative folds that were all over. The dress ended mid-thigh, and was accented nicely by black ballet flats. Her dark wavy hair was down, and had a black headband with a black flower in it.
The Doctor extended one arm, clearly expecting Clara to take it, which she did not. Clara leaned against the metal railing, skeptical. Something didn't feel right...
"Come on, it'll be fun! Just like old times," the Doctor said, reassuring her.
"What old times?" Clara asked, hesitantly slipping her arm into his. The pair walked out of the TARDIS and into a room full of dusty Daleks. Clara grabbed onto the Doctor's arm tightly.
"Oh, come on, Oswin, you remember this place! The Dalek Asylum? This is where we first met! Well, sort of." The Doctor said, completely ignoring the fact that they were surrounded by his worst enemy.
Clara was confused. Did the Doctor think she was Oswin? She kind of was, but not really. Oswin was a person, and Clara was a person. Two different people, but who shared the same memories and experiences, as with all of Clara's other echoes.
"Doctor! I'm not Oswin! I'm Clara! What are we doing here? What happened to the Alphas?" Clara cried, thoroughly confused.
The Doctor yanked his arm away from Clara's. "I was afraid of this!" He said, fearfully.
"Afraid of what, Doctor?" Clara asked, getting scared. The Doctor was slowly backing away from her. "Doctor, I'm getting scared!"
The Doctor bumped into a dormant Dalek. He turned around, and kept moving backwards away from Clara. The Dalek that the Doctor had bumped into slowly whirred to life, the lights on its head brightening. Terrified, Clara backed away from the waking Dalek.
The other Daleks were also coming alive. Slowly, they moved away from Clara, as if they were afraid of her.
"Doctor! What's going on?" Clara shrieked. She had stopped moving now, but the Daleks were still moving away from her.
"Oh, Oswin," the Doctor said sadly. "They're scared of you because of how you deleted me from all of their databases. All of everywhere. And frankly, it scares me too." The Doctor had hit the wall by now, and he was inching along it, towards the TARDIS.
"But Doctor! I am not Oswin! I'm Clara Oswald!" Clara was crying a bit by now.
All of the Daleks had lined up against the wall across from Clara. They all turned in one swift motion, sending goose bumps down Clara's arms. They aimed their guns at Clara, and she screamed...
Clara awoke with a small shriek. Her head was still against the window of the van, which had condensation on it from the rain that was loudly pouring. Her head was a little wet.
"Are you all right?" Rachel asked, concerned.
"Er. Yes. I'm fine, just had a nightmare, that's all," said Clara, her voice shaking.
She could see the Doctor turn around slightly to hear what she was saying. Clara would have smiled at his concern, but she was too shaken up to react. Clara frowned. They had evidently gone quite a ways since they had left Southside Docks. "Where are we?" Clara asked.
"Somewhere in northern New York," Bill replied.
Clara nodded. "How long was I asleep?"
"About an hour," replied the Doctor. He had the sonic sniffer on his lap, and it was still red. "We've been on back roads since you fell asleep." Clara watched the trees out of the window as she wondered where they would end up.
Hicks sighed impatiently. "Does anyone have any idea of where we're going at this point?" He tried to move so he wasn't sitting on Kat, but he ended up squishing her even more. Kat squealed until he moved again.
"Hey, Hicks, hey, there are only two buildings within twenty miles of this place. We passed one of them ten minutes ago." Gary answered, swiping his hands around. "There aren't many signals out here."
"How far away is the second one, Gary?" Nina asked the autistic man.
Dr. Rosen answered before Gary could. "I'd say, maybe two minutes,"
The group watched as a huge warehouse loomed over the hill in front of them.
"What is that?" Bill asked. He was still driving.
Kat took out her iPhone and began recording. "Ok, so, we're following the trail of the sonic sniffer," Kat zoomed in towards the Doctor's lap, where the sniffer lay.
"Hey! Keep that thing out of my business!" The Doctor said loudly. Clara giggled loudly.
Kat zoomed out slowly. "Anyway... We've been on these roads that don't look like they've been used in years-"
"Except for when Stanton Parish took the boxes here," Gary pointed out.
"Yes, except for then. But there's this big warehouse-ish thing up here, and we figure that's were the HQ is," Kat said, excitedly. She turned off the phone as they reached the building.
Bill parked the green van about 500 feet away from the warehouse. "Don't wanna be seen," Bill mumbled, when Clara had asked why they parked so far away.
"Come on, Clara, we can't just park in the lot! This is a covert operation! We've gotta be incognito!" The Doctor said gleefully.
"That's really not how you use the word incognito, Doctor," Kat told the alien.
The Doctor shrugged. "Ah, well. I like saying it! Innncooooogniiiitoooooo," The Doctor stretched out incognito.
The group trekked towards the warehouse. The words 'Central Warehouse 11' were visible near the top. Once they neared Warehouse 11, the Doctor stopped.
He listened for a moment. "Clara, do you hear that?" He asked
Clara listened too. "Um. No..."
The Doctor frowned. "Hmm. Never mind. It's just me being paranoid."
What am I thinking? They can't possibly be here... The Doctor thought. But then again, I rarely imagine things... Except for Clara, I imagine about Clara... Whoa! Let's not go there, Doctor, come on.
"What were you hearing?" Kat asked the Doctor.
"Oh, nothing. I thought I heard...well, something that I can't possibly be hearing. Don't worry about it!" Said the Doctor in mock cheeriness. He was the one who should be worried.
They had only begun walking again when Bill stopped then all. "Guys, wasn't it just raining?" He asked. Everyone looked up, wondering what had happened to the rain clouds.
"That's very odd," said Clara. "Does the weather change that frequently on a regular basis here, or does this have to do with Stanton Parish?"
Gary shook his head. "The weather forecast for this area says rain from three o'clock to seven o'clock. It's five seventeen now, so it should still be-" Gary frowned, and quickly flipped through the electrical channels he was getting. "That's really weird. That weather report just disappeared, and was replaced with a forecast that says rain from three o'clock to five fifteen."
Dr. Rosen was puzzled. "Did someone just change the report?"
Gary nodded. "It looks like someone just changed the weather report,"
"Could it be possible that someone inside Warehouse Eleven change the forecast because they knew we were out here?" The Doctor pondered. "Gary, can you check the Doppler radar from this area from the past, oh, year or so?"
Gary flicked his fingers back and forth until he found what he was looking for.
"The Doppler radar says that it only rains in a big circle around this warehouse, about half a mile from the perimeter. But it's only been that way for about two months. Generally it doesn't rain nonstop around here."
The Doctor threw up his hands. "Do no humans ever get curious about the weather patterns?! Especially the kind where it rains in a nonstop circle around a certain point? God, your race is too trusting! Skepticism is okay!"
Offended, Kat defended all humans by commenting, "I'm sorry, but since when are you the human expert? You aren't even one! Why do you get to criticize our race?"
The Doctor mimed Kat talking. "Meemeemee human expert meemeemeemee you. That's all I heard."
"Get over your petty argument and concentrate on the matter at hand. We need to establish what we're dealing with before we just march right in," said Bill.
"Doctor, you hearing something and this circle of rain is a hell of a coincidence. What do you make of this?"
"Yes, I'd like to hear your input, Doctor," said Dr. Rosen.
The Doctor hesitated. Should he tell the Alphas of his suspicions? They hadn't met aliens, other than him, and would react badly. And rule number one, the Doctor lies... "They must be making some kind of weather-controlling device," he announced.
Clara looked at the Doctor, slightly annoyed. The problem here obviously was not a weather machine. What was he hiding?
There is no way I'm telling them that I think Cybermen are in there... Thought the Doctor.
AN: There may be some weird spacing in between some of the paragraphs... I don't know why that is. But I hope you enjoyed the chapter! That dream will come up again at the very end of the story, you don't have to keep thinking, 'What does that dream have to do with anything? Is something wrong with Clara?' Nothing is wrong with Clara, it was just a spur of the moment idea I had. K, bye!