Authors Note: I apologize for not writing for so long- I decided to release a teaser for the time being. Please review it and let me know what you think of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
CHAPTER TWO:
Clara lifted her aching head up off of the TARDIS floor; clumsily she managed to pry herself up into a sitting position. The TARDIS warning bell sounded out loudly throughout the room, a sudden wave or Déjà vu hit her; she shook it off quickly and focused on the present.
"Something isn't right…." She mumbled softly; why wasn't the TARDIS moving? Why was it so quiet (aside from the warning bell)?
She stood up slowly, taking in the atmosphere around here, the lights were turned down, with only the emergency lights illuminating the room; it casted eerie shadows across the console.
Stepping closer she saw that the console was covered with dust and cobwebs- it looked as if it has not been touched in years.
Quite suddenly she felt a tingling sensation on her right arm, looking down she saw a large greenish colored spider with bright glowing red eyes crawling down her arm, startled, she jumped slightly and brushed it quickly off of her arm, it fell onto the floor and quickly scurried away.
She started to move away from the console when the sound of static startled her. Turning around she saw a hologram of the Doctor come into focus.
"Must we go through this again?" she mumbled, irritated at the TARDIS- this was definitely not the time for her to be chastising Clara.
"Clara," the Doctor said, "you have to listed to me closely"
This was not the voice of an interface, it was much too tender, less calculated, and most of all, much more frightened.
"Now that this hologram has been activated, you have obviously attempted to go back in time and find the coordinates"
There was no hint of a smile on his face, no suggestion of him trying to cover his fear as he usually did, no, this time he was frightened. And that frightened Clara more than anything else.
"You-" The voice was cut off, static filling in.
"What? No! Keep going" Clara said desperately; as if her desperation would somehow help clear the static.
"Remember- the words-" The static was getting worse, but a few repeated words became clear "The words. Don't- look- away-" The hologram became broken, the control filled with loudness of the static "Whatever you do, don't come and find me" his last sentence rang clear, it was the last this she heard before the image broke and the room went silent.