Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who nor do I own this episode. This is just what I thought should have happened once I found out Clara had lived and died to save the Doctor many times. Most of this is from the transcript which I found online. I am just trying to write what I thought would happen, not trying to steal anything.
Oswald comes to inside a small cage. It feels strange for her to be locked up in this cell inside this bigger on the inside human body. She breathes deeply, knowing that this body won't last her long and she must control her functions if she is to survive until the allotted time. Crossing her legs, Oswald calmly waits for her Thief to find her.
She giggles as she watches the brown hair hanging from her head sway in the nonexistent breeze. She's never had hair before, so it is a wonder that she's found a vessel with such beautiful hair. Breathing in and out, she waits.
She can hear him coming down the path, stomping along and she knows that he's still angry at finding the little boxes... just like she knew he would be. She keeps her eyes closed, focusing in on him by her inner sight alone.
"How did you know about the boxes?" the Doctor asks, pacing back and forth before her on the other side of the cage. "You said they'd make me angry. How did you know?" His face is pinched up and he looks extremely confused.
"Ah, it's my Thief," Oswald finally opens her eyes and smiles at the bow tie wearing man. He is giving her strange looks, but that is to be expected when he's never seen her like this before.
"Who are you?" her Thief asks, as if he doesn't know.
"It's about time," Oswald rolls her eyes and scoots closer to the bars of the cage. She examines him, her eyes lighting up like firecrackers as she finally gives her Thief a good proper look, realizing that now he can actually speak to her and see her. Because, at least for now, she's actually properly real.
"Who are you?" the Doctor asks still looking confused. It makes her sad to think that he does 't recognize her, just because she can look him in the eye and speak to him.
"Do you not know me?" her eyes fall for a moment before she's standing up, trying to be eye-level with him. But her new casing is just too small and she must look up to meet his eye. "Just because they put me in here?"
"They said you were dangerous," he tries to reason with her vessel, not knowing the power that's inside.
"Not the cage, stupid," she smacks the bars of the cage, making the Doctor jump, "in here." Oswald puts a hand on either side of her face, swishing her cheeks together and puling on her pretty brown hair. 'Skin is nice to have,' she thinks, a smile on her face. "They put me in here." She tries to stress that there is something else inside her, other than just the pretty, impossible girl she inhabits. One of the echoes of the girl she created back when she had a different vessel, a pretty blond with pretty eyes. "I'm the..." She bites her lip. "Oh, what do you call me?" Oswald snaps her fingers before her eyes flash gold for a moment. "We travel. I go..." She opens her mouth and breathes, pushing out the sound she makes because her Thief never puts on the breaks.
She watches as her Thief's eyes almost fall out of his head. "The TARDIS?" he breathes.
"Time And Relative Dimension In Space," Oswald nods, acknowledging the word she couldn't find before. "Yes, that's it. Names are funny." She stands up and waves to the Doctor, a huge smile on her small face. "It's me! I'm the TARDIS."
"No, you're not!" the Doctor shakes his head, even though she's made it pretty clear that she is. Who else could have made the noise she makes when he lands her. It is the sound of hope. "You're a bitey, mad lady. The TARDIS is up and downy stuff in a big blue box." He gestures with his hands as he tends to do and the young woman smiles.
"Yes, that's me," she nods again, wanting to reach out and smack him, because she can do that now. She can smack him when he's being stupid, like now, and she can cradle his face when he's hurt or sad. But this body won't last so she wants to spend as much time as she can with him. "A type 40 TARDIS. I was already a museum piece, when you were young," her brown eyes go misty, "and the first time you touched my console you said..."
"I said you were the most beautiful thing I had ever known," the Doctor breathes, his eyes also getting wet.
"And then you stole me," she leans forward, looking into his bright green eyes, "and I stole you."
"I borrowed you," the Doctor corrects her, rubbing a hand down his face. He still looks a little stiff, as if he doesn't realize that she's telling the truth.
"Borrowing implies the eventual intention to return the thing that was taken," she repeats the dictionary definition that is stored in her Matrix somewhere. "What makes you think I would ever give you back?" She crosses her arms, a small smirk on her face.
"You're the TARDIS?" Oswald realizes that her Thief is still hesitant and she giggles, leaning against the side of the cage, her hand pressed against her cocked him.
"Yes," she nods.
"My TARDIS?"
"My Doctor." She presses a hand to his face and marvels at the idea that she can actually touch him now. She hasn't touched him since she joined bodies with Rose Tyler, one of her favorite companions. "Oh! We have now reached the point in the conversation where you open the lock." She stands away from the door and motions to the lock on the door.
The Doctor uses the sonic on the lock and Oswald steps out, stretching her temporary legs.. She studies the Doctor's face, an interested, curious smile on her own.
"Are all people like this?" she asked, gesturing to her body. Her small casing that could hold so much.
"Like what?" the Doctor blinked, looking startled. She knew that he still couldn't believe that his TARDIS was standing before him in the body of a petite woman.
"So much bigger on the inside?" She made gestures similar to those of her Thief's. "I'm..." Oswald repeatedly snapped her fingers, trying to figure it out. "Oh, what is that word? It's so big, so complicated." She sniffled. "It's so sad."
"But why?" The Doctor questioned his sentient ship. "Why pull the living soul from a TARDIS and pop it in a tiny human head?" He shook his own head as Oswald walked closer to him, hand reaching out to gently touch the tweed of his jacket. "What does it want you for?"
"It doesn't want me," Oswald comments offhandedly, lifting onto her toes to sniff the Doctor's neck, where there are still light teeth marks from where she bit him earlier... later... before...
"How do you know?" her Thief asks stiffly as she presses her nose to the tweed jacket and sniffs.
He smell of machine and grease and Time. She loves the smell of her Thief and she presses her nose further into the jacket. "House eats TARDISes," she comments sadly as she pulls away from the Doctor.
"House what?" the Doctor blinks, his mouth dropping. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," Oswald shrugs, a small smile on her face. "It's something I heard you say."
"When?" the Doctor's head cocks to the side.
"In the future," Oswald shrugs, reaching up to fiddle with her Thief's bow tie.
"House eats TARDISes?" the Doctor asks, his brow furrowing.
"There you go," Oswald points her finger at him before she puts a finger on the Doctor's lips and tilts her head to the side. "What are fish fingers?"
The Doctor's voice was muffled behind Oswald's hand. "When do I say that?" he asked, struggling to move his lips. Oh her funny Thief.
"Any second," she answers as she pulls her finger away, a small smile on her face. Why does her Thief not understand that she can see all of space and time, of course she can see what he's going to say. Hasn't he learned anything in his travels with her throughout time an space.
"Of course!" The Doctor claps his hands together and runs a hand through his hair as he finally puts it together. "House feeds on rift energy and TARDISes are bursting with it." He shakes his head and his brows furrow again. "And not raw. All lovely and cooked, processed food…" He rubs his tummy. "Mmm, fish fingers."
"Do fish have fingers?" Oswald asks, her nose scrunched up in confusion.
The Doctor blinks, trying not to think of how the body his TARDIS inhabits is actually quite cute. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts before his brain begins to fire off answers. "But you can't eat a TARDIS, it would destroy you." He raps his fist against his head, a move that makes her smile because he does it so much when he's working on something inside her mainframe. "Unless, unless...
"Unless you deleted the TARDIS matrix first," Oswald supplies, her eyes sparkling golden for a moment. She's always wanted to be a part of one of the Doctor's famous adventures. Besides being the getaway vehicle, all she really did was sit and wait for her Thief to come back with his companion.
"So it deleted you," the Doctor chuckles, a small smile on his face.
"But House just can't delete a TARDIS' consciousness," Oswald presents the argument, "that would blow a hole in the universe. He pulls out the matrix, sticks it in a living receptacle and feeds off the remaining Artron energy." She giggles and points at the green-eyed man. "You were about to say all that. I don't suppose you have to now."
The Doctor pulls out Amy's phone. "I sent Amy and Rory in there," he tells Oswald as if she doesn't already know. "They'll be eaten. Amy! Amy! Rory, get the hell out of there!" Oswald watches as he runs off though the tunnels before she rolls her eyes. She picks up her heavy red skirts and runs after him. Eventually, she finds herself lost within the maze of the now empty planet and she felt herself slowing down as her human body could't stand the excess amount of running. She found Auntie and Uncle sitting on one of the crates and sat down near them in a chair.
The Doctor finds Oswald sitting down, slumped over in one of the chairs. Auntie and Uncle are there as well, both looking as if they have been drained.
"It's gone!" the green-eyed man shouts as he storms into the area.
"Eaten?" Oswald asks, her innocent eyes wide and almost golden.
"No, it left," he tells her; "not eaten, hi-jacked." He scratches his chin. "But why?"
"It's time for us both to go," Auntie sighs, "and keep together." She shuffles in her seat and her shoulder's slump as if she is accepting her fate. Uncle grumbles at her side.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the Doctor is back to waving his arms. "Go? What do you mean go?" Oswald thinks his confused pout is absolutely adorable. "Where are you going?"
"Well, we're dying, my love," Auntie answers with another sigh. "It's time for Auntie and Uncle to pop off."
"I'm against it," Uncle grumbles and crosses his mismatched arms.
"It's your fault, isn't it, sweets?" Oswald fiddles with brown strands of hair that hang past her face. A light blush covers her cheek. "Cos you told House it was the last TARDIS. House can't feed on them if there's none more coming, can he?" Auntie sounds chastising, but Oswald doesn't care. She's much more powerful now without House and she doesn't take chastisement from any mere mortal.
"So now he's off to your universe to find more TARDISes," Uncle informs them.
"It won't," the Doctor answers stiffly and Oswald wants to wrap her arms around her Thief.
"Oh, it will think of something," Auntie chuckles, but it peters off into a cough. Auntie falls over with a groan and the Doctor rushes to check for a pulse. Oswald stands, startled at the sight.
"Actually, I feel fine," the strange, lopsided man stands for a moment before he wobbles and falls to the ground.
"Not dead," he growls in frustration. "You can't just die!" His voice is rising higher and higher in frustration.
"We need to go to where I landed, Doctor," Oswald calls out to him, trying to get him to calm down. She grabs his arm. "Quickly."
"Why?!" the Doctor shouts, still seething about the fact that his familiar blue police box is gone and he has no way to get off of this damned planet.
"Because we are there in three minutes," Oswald tells him, pulling even harder on his arm. "We need to go now! She tries to run, but stops in pain. "Ow!" She cries out as she wobbles. "Roughly, how long do these bodies last?" she asks her Thief.
The Doctor scans her with his sonic screwdriver. The new one she remembers making for him. "You're dying," he tells her sadly, breathing out loudly.
Yes, of course I'm dying," she hisses, grabbing the sonic from his hand. "I don't belong in a flesh body. I could blow the casing in no time." She pauses, noticing his face and his pout and his familiar big sad eyes. "No, stop it, don't get emotional." She blinks. "That's what the orangey girl says." She smacks him lightly on the cheek. "You're the Doctor. Focus." Oswald holds the sonic out for him... but only after poking him with it a few times..
"On what? How? I'm a madman with a box, without a box!" He grabs the sonic from Oswald with a scowl. "I'm stuck down the plughole at the end of the universe on a stupid old junkyard!" His face instantly brightens. "Oh."
"Oh, what?" Oswald smiles as her Thief beings to work out what to do in his mind and she can see it through the connection they have.
"No, I'm not," the Doctor's grin widens.
"Not what?" Oswald wants him to say it out loud, a small smile on her own face.
"Cause it's not a junkyard," he looks as if he is about to giggle. She rolls her eyes at him and he gestures to the area around them. "Don't you see? It's not a junkyard."
"What is it, then?" Oswald crosses her arms, glaring at the Doctor.
"It's a TARDIS junkyard!" He bounces about, even though Oswald's temporary heart squeezes inside her chest at the thought. She watches as the Doctor heads for exit. "Come on." He pauses and turns back to look at Oswald. "Ooh, sorry, do you have a name?"
Oswald chuckles, rolling her eyes playfully. "700 years, finally he asks," she snarks.
"But what do I call you?" his brow furrows as he looking at her in confusion.
"I think you call me..." she pauses, scanning though her memory database to find the word, "Sexy."
The Doctor flushes, looking around even though Oswald cannot feel any other life forces around. "Only when we're alone!" If possible, his face gets even redder.
"We are alone," Oswald smiles at him, putting a hand on his arm.
"Come on then," the Doctor smiles as Oswald giggles again, "Sexy." He stresses the name. The Doctor takes Oswald by the hand and they run out.
A second chapter out already? Wow, I am good. That's probably because the script's already been written. Please don't forget to review and tell me what you think. I really do want to know.
P.S. I am thinking of rewriting other episodes where Clara saves the Doctor somehow. Not sure which episodes but not all of them will be with Eleven. Maybe one with Nine (replace Lynda 'with a Y' for the GameStation/Bad Wolf episode) and a few with Ten (maybe one from each season for Ten). And maybe or two more with Eleven. Don't forget to review and maybe suggest an episode you'd like to see with one of Clara's echoes.