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.
The Doctor runs across the surface of the planet, scanning with the sonic screwdriver. Oswald follows him, breathing hard to catch up. She curses the small body she's been put into, but she hasn't missed the looks her Thief has been giving the body. Almost. Longing or lustful looks and it makes her feel strange. This feeling was never programmed into her hardware, so she cannot identify it. They climb atop a mound and look down on a collection of varied ships. Even before she can realize what they are, another strange feeling hits her. It is one she is familiar with feeling though the deep connection she has with the Doctor, but this time it is deeper because there is a single difference. This time, it is her own.
"A valley of half-eaten TARDISes," he gestures to the wrecked ships below them. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" His eyes are bright with excitement, already having an idea of how he can get himself out of this mess..
"I'm thinking that all of my sisters are dead," Oswald whispers, a strange watery subsance coming to rest at the corner of her eye. "That they were devoured, and that we are looking at their corpses."
She turns to the Doctor when he lets out a loud breath. "Ah. Sorry. No," he shakes his head, eyes looking at her sadly, "I wasn't thinking that."
"No," Oswald chuckles. "You were thinking you could build a working TARDIS console out of broken remnants of a hundred different models." She smiles, her temporary heart hammering inside her chest. "And you don't care that it's impossible." The word impossible strikes a cord within the body of Oswald, making her think of a golden vortex and dropping... so so far. And dying. Dying a million times over for the man in the bow tie.
"It's not impossible as long as we are alive," he shakes his head. "Rory and Amy need me. So, yeah," He smiles at Owald, which has the heart inside her fluttering in a strange way, "we're gonna build a TARDIS." Her Thief heads into the valley, with her hot on his heels.
The Doctor and Oswald have put together a shell of a room with a small console in the middle. It looks pretty nice for a makeshift console room. Oswald pops up and taps a small piece of equipment with her finger. It beeps at her and she smiles.
"Bond the tube directly into the Tachyon Diverter," she instructs the Doctor.
"Yes, yes, I have actually rebuilt a TARDIS before, you know," the man grumbles, green eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know what I'm doing." Oswald turns to find him dragging a piece of wall by a rope.
"You're like a nine-year-old trying to rebuild a motorbike in his bedroom," Oswald rolls her eyes at him as her hands fiddle with the beeping box she's still carrying. "And you never read the instructions." Her voice is full of chastisement now.
"I always read the instructions!" THe Doctor is shouting now, his thin lips set into a deep pout as he glares at Oswald.
"There's a sign on my front door." Oswald croses her arms, looking up at the Doctor with stern eyes. "You have been walking past it for 700 years. What does it say?"
"That's not instructions!" The Doctor's cry is one of indigantion.
"There's an instruction at the bottom," Oswald counters. "What does it say?"
"Pull to open," the Doctor grumbles, shifting the rope to his other shoulder.
"Yes, and what do you do?" Oswald puts her hands on her hips, before lifting a finger to point at him.
"I push!"the Doctor shouts.
"Every single time," Oswald cries. "700 years. Police Box doors open out the way." She makes little doors with her hands and opens them outward.
The Doctor throws down the rope and walks over to her, looking like a nine-year-old about to throw a tantrum. "I think I've earned the right to open my front doors any way I want!" He points his finger at her face.
"Your front doors?!" Oswald cries in indignation. "Have you any idea how childish that sounds?"
The Doctor turns away and mutters, "you are not my mother!" as he walks toward the steel wall he was dragging.
Oswald crosses her arms and responds, "and you are not my child!"
The Doctor turns around and walks back toward her. "You know, since we're talking, with mouths," he makes mouthing motions with his hands while Oswald just looks on, "not really an opportunity that comes along very often, I just want to say," he tilts his head to the side, "you know, you" he points in her face, "have never been very reliable." There is almost no personal space between them and Oswald's heart is beating rapidly. The Doctor's eyes are a fierce forest green as he glares at her.
"And you have?" Oswald spits back.
"You didn't always take me where I wanted to go," the Doctor pouts at her as he turns and walks away. But what Oswald says makes him pause.
"No," Oswald says softly, her stiff shoulders slumping slightly, "but I always took you where you needed to go."
The Doctor freezes in his tracks. "You did!" He whirls around, an exuberant. "Look at us. Talking." He motions between the two of them, an excited grin on his face, green eyes alight. "Wouldn't it be amazing if we could always talk? Even when you're inside the box?"
Oswald's happy smile turns to a frown as she stares at the Doctor. "You know I'm not constructed that way," she tells him sadly. "I exist across all space and time, and you talk and run around and bring home strays." Oswald takes a step toward the Doctor and falters, her body about to collaps in a heap of red silk and dirt. But before she can hit the ground, the Doctor catches her. She clutches to the lapels of his tweed jacket and for a moment, the fabric is a plum color instead of tan.
"You OK?" the Doctor asks, his eyes misty again.
"One of the kidneys has already failed," she tells him, her hand pressing into the place where her kidney is. She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. We need to finish assembling the console." She stands up straight and begins to walk toward the makeshift console.
"Using a console without a proper shell, the Doctor shakes his head and rubs a hand down his face. "It's not going to be safe."
"This body has about 18 minutes left to live," Oswald told him matter-of-factly, "the universe we're in will reach Absolute Zero in three hours." She shrugged and pushes him back. "Safe is relative."
The Doctor heads back to the piece he was dragging and picks up the rope, grunting slightly. "Then we need to get a move on, eh, old girl?" He grunts from the effort. Oswald smiles and skips back toward the makeshift console, a flutter in her temeporary heart.
They'd built up the TARDIS now so that it has three walls up and the Doctor is carrying a central column over his shoulder to the console.
"You'll need to install the time router," Oswald reminds him, a small smile on her face.
"How is this going to make it through the rift?" he asks as he slips the column into place. "We're almost there." Oswald watches as he check everything, nervous energy actually work for him for once. "Thrust diffuser. Er, Retro scope. Blue... thingy."
Oswald continues to shift through the junk. "Do you wonder why I chose you all those years ago?" she asks her Thief as he fiddles with the console.
"I chose you," the Doctor argued, "you were unlocked."
"Of course I was," Oswald smirks. "I wanted to see the universe, so I stole a Time Lord and I ran away." She points at him and smiles. "And you were the only one mad enough."
The Doctor joins her and looks back at the console. "Right. Perfect. Look at that. What could possibly go wrong?" Oswald watches as a small piece falls off. "That's fine, that always happens. No! Hang on! Wait!" He raced off to grab red velvet rope.
The Doctor hands Oswald one of the ropes and they latch them onto the console. "Right. OK, let's go." He rubs his hands together in excitment. "Follow that TARDIS!" The console doesn't move. Oswald sees her reflection in a mirror and begins to play with her face. She squeezes her cheeks and presses them together.
"It can't hold the charge. I can't even start it. There's no power!" He slams his hands against the console when it sputters and dies. He looks up to see Oswald playing with her face and puts a hand over the mirror. "I've got nothing!" he cries, running a hand though his hair.
"Oh, my beautiful idiot," Oswald touches his cheek with a smile and he looks up to find her brown eyes sparkling. "You have what you've always had - you've got me." Her eyes begin to glow a soft gold as she pulls her hand away. She kisses her finger, imbuing it with energy. Oswald places it against the central column. The energy circles them with a field and they dematerialize.
The makeshift TARDIS follows the path of the hijacked TARDIS to the original universe. Their makeshift TARDIS is open on top and one side so they can see the energy field around them. The ride is a little rough. The Doctor is enjoying the experience. They have to shout to be heard.
"Whoo-hoo!" the Doctor cries in excitement, throwing a hand in the air.
"We've locked onto them!" Oswald cries. "They'll have to lower the shields when I'm close enough to phase inside."
The Doctor blinks. "Can you get a message to Amy?" he shouts. "The telepathic circuits are online."
"Which one's Amy?" Oswald shouted back. "The pretty one?" She focuses on the mirror and presses her mind into the TARDIS, searching out the so called 'pretty one.'
Rory and Amy are climbing up a ladder when Rory puts a hand to his head in pain.
Oswald smiles as her telepathic vision connects with the 'pretty one' and he's definitly pretty. "Hello, Pretty!" she calls out.
"What the hell is that?" she hears the man with the big nose says.
The Doctor butts into the vision. "Don't worry. Telepathic messaging." He shouts before he realizes who Oswald has contacted. "No, that's Rory."
"You have to go to the old control room," she tells Rory. "I'm putting the route in your head." She closes her eyes and presses the route into the man's head. "When you get there... use the purple slider on the nearest panel to lower the shields.
"The pretty one!" the Doctor cries, still outraged with his TARDIS.
"You'll have about 12 seconds before the room goes into phase with the invading Matrix," she tells him in a yell. "I'll send you the passkey when you get there." She blinks. "Good luck!" The connection closes.
"How's he going to be able to take down the shields anyway?" the Doctor asked. "The House is in the control room." He looks to Oswald for answers.
"I directed him to one of the old control rooms," Oswald states as if it's nothing.
"There aren't any old control rooms," the Doctor argues incrediously. "They were all deleted or remodelled."
Oswald rolls her eyes and responds, "I archive them. For neatness." She closes her eyes for a minute. "I've got about 30 now."
"But I've only changed the desktop, what, a dozen times?" the Doctor looks at the vessel of his TARDIS incrediously.
"So far," Oswald shrugs, "yes."
"You can't archive something that hasn't happened yet!" the Doctor aruges.
"YOU can't," she snarks back.
The Doctor rolls his eyes and focuses back on flying the makeshift TARDIS. "Keep going!" He presses a few buttons and jumps around. "You're doing it, you sexy thing!" He reaches over and kisses the side of Oswald's head, making the TARDIS' heart flutter even harder.
"See," Oswald beams, "you DO call me that. " She blinks at her Thief. "Is it my name?"
"You bet it's your name!" He kisses her on the mouth this time and Oswald's whole body tingles. "Whoo!" He pumps his fist into the air.
Oswald closes her eyes and presses against Rory's mind. "Crimson. Eleven. Delight. Petrichor." She tells him to message to open the old console room doors. A few minutes later, Oswald smiles at the Doctor. "They did it. Shields down!"
New chapter. Please review! I've already got a list as to which episodes I'm thinking of doing with Clara's echoes. A poll is going up to determine which of the episodes is coming next. Suggestions welcome!