Hello guys! Here comes chapter 39! Bit more changes in this one. Well not really, but more description that'll change the look on some scenes.
I remind you that I've published a one shot called The Shining World Of The Seven Systems, feel free to go have a look :)
Well, nothing much to add I think except that Turtle you are such an incredible support! And a thank you to Freya Astrid Nova for the proof reading and the wonderful support!
Enjoy!
Melody - x.
Chapter 39
"Right! Don't be a monk!" exclaimed the Doctor as he pushed open the door of the Tardis. He started to take off the various layers of clothes from his monk robe. "Monks are not cool!"
He walked down the stairs of the console room to go under the floor, at the center where the glass column was. Six compartments were around it, some holding timey wimey mechanics, some just filled with all the bits and pieces, souvenirs he had. And some clothes. It just appeared as if the one containing clothes was a shortcut to the dressing room made by the time machine because he needed them quickly. Good old Sexy.
"Ah!" he exclaimed as he found a fez while he was throwing the irrelevant clothes over his shoulder. He put it on his head acting like a child, before throwing it away with the discarded clothes. He finally found two jackets: the usual brown tweed jacket he had been wearing until now and a purple jacket, longer, but in the same style. He held them, one in each of his hands, looking at them, hesitating. After a few seconds of reflexion, his eyes saddened while looking at the brown one. This one reminded him too much of what he had lost. He blinked a few times, chasing away the tears coming up to his eyes, and let the brown jacket fall to the floor, as he got up smiling at his new purple jacket. He put on a light blue shirt, black trousers, black suspenders, his boots and the jacket. Buttoning up his shirt, he realised something was missing and searched in the compartment for a beautifully engraved wooden box. He opened it and took the bow tie held within it before putting it on.
Searching in the compartment again, he pulled out a human-sized mirror and, putting it on its feet, he looked at his reflection.
He had to have that look now. He met Clara and that was the look he had to have while having her as a companion. Though she was not really his companion yet. He knew it because that day at the Convention, Matt came dressed like this as he was with Jenna who was playing the role of Clara. The day he had met her. The day everything had begun. Sometimes he was feeling as though he should have left her in her universe, then nothing would have happened to her. She would have lived her life, happily. But then he was remembering all the good times they had together, all their moments, far from everyone's sight behind the closed door of her room. Her room was still there, untouched. Sometimes he would sit on the ground, against her door, not daring to enter because it would hurt too much. But he missed her, so much.
The console made a noise, as if to snap him back to Earth. He blinked a few times, smiling to his reflection chasing the dark veil shadowing his eyes and the arrows piercing his hearts, before heading towards the door.
In only two steps, he was at the Maitlands' door.
"Clara!" he called, looking at the intercom camera. "Clara?"
"Hello." said Clara's voice through the intercom.
"Ah, see!" he said, spinning around to let her see his new outfit. "De-monked! Sensible clothes! Can I come in now?"
"I don't understand."
"You just open the door."
"I don't know…"
"Of course you can!" he said, tapping on the intercom.
"... Where I am. I don't know where I am." she said, starting to breath heavily, her voice becoming high-pitched under the panic growing in her. "Where am I? Please tell me where I am, I don't know where I am!"
The Doctor's eyes suddenly filled with worry and he quickly pulled out his sonic screwdriver to opened the door. He stepped in, but did not need to go very far as he found Clara's body at his feet, lifeless.
"Clara!" he knelt next to her, scanning her with the sonic and taking her pulse on her neck, holding up her head with his other hand. She was lifeless, but Clara's voice was still calling for help, saying she did not know where she was.
He looked up and his eyes met the little girl with a spoon head, Clara, panicked and crying on the holographic screen.
The Doctor got up and flicked the sonic screwdriver, pointing it on the child and sonicked it, revealing a metal robot, freezing at the same time an upload. He quickly understood that it was Clara's conscience this thing - and whoever was behind it - was uploading.
"Walking base station…" he whispered. "Walking WiFi base station, hoovering up data, hoovering up people!" He deducted climbing up the stairs to go to Clara's room, following his sonic that was scanning for the source, the device used to connect the young girl. He found her laptop, took it and came back to her side. "Oh no you don't!"
He opened up the base code window and started typing codes, trying to counteract the walking base station and the upload. He had little time, soon they will notice and they will try to stop him.
"Oh no no no no no, not this time Clara, I promise!" he said between his teeth, raging against the whole world. Everytime he was speaking to someone, something bad happened to them. Was he so dangerous? He won't lose her, not this time.
He typed over and over, reversing the upload, counteracting every bit of code the ones on the other side of the base station were typing.
He finally entered {TERMINATE} in the code window and closed the laptop. He had stopped the upload, reversed it, but he did not know if it was going to bring her back or not. Because at the moment, she was dead.
He put his fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse, but there was nothing. Not a single beat.
Suddenly, the base station started to glitch, and a blue ray came out of the spoon head, hitting Clara's face.
An instant later, the young woman took a deep breath as though she had been underwater for a long time.
"Okay, it's okay you're fine, you're back." the Doctor said, cupping her face. "Yes you are!" he exclaimed, resting his forehead against hers before kissing it.
She was alive, unconscious, but alive.
Pacing up and down her dark office, the bay window showing the night had fallen over London, Miss Kizlet looked concerned.
As Mahler entered the office, she asked:
"Well?"
"Our hacker sent us a message." he answered, making the aforesaid message appear on the screen hanging on her wall.
UNDER
MY
PROTECTION
-The Doctor
"I assume he's talking about the girl." he added.
"Get out." Kizlet ordered. "I have to speak to the client."
As Mahler left, she walked up to the screen, pressing a button.
"Sir, the one you told me about. He's here." she said, seeming as if she was afraid. "The Doctor is here."
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