Thankyou to rycbarm123, my amazing beta, for proof-reading this :)
"This is giving me a terrible sense of déjà vu." Clara stated.
"It's okay. This is probably just an abandoned military base or something." The Doctor replied, squeezing Clara's hand in reassurance.
"But are you sure it's not... that military base?" Clara asked, her worry shining though in her tone as she pictured the familiar looking corridors they'd found on the murky planet of the Novatians. The Doctor turned to her, cupping her face with one hand and pressing the other, which still held her hand, into his chest.
"I promise it's not. The TARDIS wouldn't bring us back there." He said sincerely, looking directly into Clara's eyes. Clara shrugged slightly, and the Doctor brought his arms around her and pulled her into him, giving her a moment of complete safety. He pulled back and gripped her hand once again, and they continued down the corridor.
The transition between storage and cells was not as obvious as it had been on Novatram 4 - there were no large, heavy doors to signal a difference in contents, only the appearance of a sliding flap in the door at about the Doctor's head height. The Doctor moved towards the doors and began to examine a few of them with his sonic screwdriver. Clara attempted to move to another door, but stopped when she was pulled back towards the Doctor.
"Doctor, I-" She began, but was interrupted.
"No, Clara. I don't want anything happening to you, so you have to stay with me." The Doctor stated, moving to a different door and pulling her with him. However, when he encountered resistance, the Doctor turned back to find Clara standing in the same place with her arms crossed and a small, stubborn glare on her face
"You're being over-protective again. I'll be okay walking a few metres away from you for ten seconds. I'm not gonna get blown up or something when I'm standing right next to you!" Clara's voice increased in volume as she spoke, ending with a shout. The Doctor dropped Clara's hand and looked down sadly for a second, then looked back up at Clara. The expression on her face made him walk to her and pull her into his arms, and she began sniffling into his coat. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, and the Doctor pressed a kiss to her hair, becoming upset himself as he watched her. He was really starting to hate these mood swings; one minute she was fine, the next minute she was angry, and if she said something the slightest bit harsh - or even just shouted at him – she would feel guilty and become sad. She also got annoyed with herself when she couldn't control her emotions, which led to her being distressed almost all the time. And the Doctor hated it. He hated seeing Clara upset, and he felt useless because there was nothing he could do about it. One hundred trillion years and the only human-safe drugs they could come up with were those 'Mood Drug' patches; and after his encounter in New New York the Doctor was not willing to let Clara anywhere near them.
The Doctor was about to reply with comforting words when the pair heard a bang from one of the doors a few metres in front of them. The Doctor spun towards it and shielded Clara's body with his own as he cautiously stepped forwards. He could feel Clara's small hands bunching his coat up at the back as she clung to him, obviously scared - and rightly so; considering their last encounter in a similar setting. He walked up to the door and paused in front of it, only to jerk back again when the banging sounded in front of his face. The door itself didn't move, but the small sliding panel on to front wobbled slightly. The Doctor took out the sonic and moved in up to the panel, activating it and allowing the panel to slide open. He didn't see anything, but then a blond head popped into view a few inches from the door, tilting up to show a face the Doctor found surprisingly recognisable.
"Jenny?" The Doctor's voice rang out in the quiet of the room, and the girl replied with furrowed eyebrows and an unintelligible mumble. That's when the Doctor noticed the piece of tape wrapped around her mouth. He moved his focus down to the door handle, and used the sonic to open the door. Well, he had attempted to open the door. "Stupid deadlock seals... Clara, can you open this door please?" The Doctor turned to his companion, who looked at him with wide eyes and shook her head fiercely. The Doctor reached down and cupped her face with one hand. "Clara, I promise you it's safe to open the door. I know who this person is, and I know she won't hurt you."
Clara looked into the Doctor's eyes, seeing the slightly pleading look, and nodded reluctantly. She knelt down and pulled out her lock-pick wires, putting them into the lock and quickly unlocking the door. As soon as the lock clicked Clara jumped back, positioning herself beside the Doctor. The Doctor walked forward and pulled the door open, rushing inside and coming to a stop in front of the small blond woman. He looked anxiously at the woman, before stepping forwards and reaching a hand to her face. Her eyes followed the hand until it reached her cheek and she jerked away from it.
"I'm just going to take your gag off." The Doctor said calmly, and the woman moved forward cautiously so she was once again within his reach. The Doctor's hand grazed her cheek again as he grabbed the end of the tape, but as soon as he had a good grip on it he quickly ripped it off.
The woman didn't make a sound as the gag was torn from her face; her only reaction was a sharp intake of breath. She looked up at the Doctor, her eyes calculating, before she spun on the spot and drew his attention to her hands, which were held behind her back by a magnetic hand cuff that encompassed both her hands and wrists; effectively cutting off all movement.
The Doctor raised his sonic to unlock the cuffs and pressed the button on the handle. The sonic lit up and emitted a high-pitched whine before the cuffs fell to the floor. The Doctor grinned as the woman turned around, but the expression became confusion as she snatched the sonic off of him and pointed it at him.
"Who are you and how did you know my name?" Jenny's eyes were wide and suspicious, glancing from the Doctor to Clara.
"I'm... look, I know you're not going to believe me, but I'm the Doctor and this is Clara." Jenny glared up at him, eyes narrowing as her head tilted to the side.
"Who are you?" She repeated harshly, glowering at him. "Because you can't be him. You can't be the Doctor."
A.N: Hey People! I am so sorry about the long wait for this story, but I was on a camp for a week, in a field in the middle of nowhere, with no electricity and... well you get the gist. Anyway, this is the sequel to 'Remember Me Too' (in case you didn't know), and I suppose to understand this it is best to read at least the nineteenth chapter of that (and probably the whole thing, really). Either way, the next chapter should be up in a few days, so please review and let me know what you think.
-Weird :)