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The Doctor hands went straight through the console and he stepped back looking around the room. Clara gave him a worried look as the ship continued to vanish and be replaced by a darker room which he gave her in return. Before they knew it the TARDIS had vanished and metal grating was underneath there feet.
Well, underneath Clara's anyways.
Unfortunately for the Doctor he was on the other side of the railing and had nothing beneath him.
"Doctor!" Clara screamed in horror as the mans figure plummeted to the floor below.
Clara was already throwing herself down the metal stairs before the thought to do so had even entered her mind. All she was thinking at the moment was that the Doctor was falling down quite quickly to a cement floor below. She was only half way down the first stair well when he landed... wait... WHAT?!
"Doctor? Doctor!" Clara yelled as she looked down at the floor where the Doctor should have landed but which was unoccupied by anything that suggested someone should have fallen there. One side of her was relieved that he didn't land there because the outcome of that wouldn't have been pleasant but the other side was concerned. If he's not there, she thought, where is he?
"Halt." Clara's speeding form was stilled by a metallic hand on her shoulder. She turned and was momentarily still when she saw the completely chrome exterior of the robot. Blinking twice she tried to shake off the things iron grip.
"Oi let me go I need to find my friend!" She said tugging at it.
"Halt." It repeated.
"Let me go or I swear I will go souffle on you." She threatened.
"Your struggling will only lengthen the paralysis process." The machine told her and she gave it a confused look.
"What paralysis proce...?" Her words faded to a mumble as she saw the needle sticking out of its hand -and in her arm.
Clara was suddenly dizzy and she decided now might be a good time for a nap...
"Clara... Clara... Claaara. There you are!" The humans eyes fluttered open at the sound of a familiar voice.
"Doctor?" She asked drowsily.
Realization struck her.
"Doctor!" She yelled joyfully and bolted upright from her place on the cold hard cement floor. Her arms wound themselves around the Doctor's shoulders and squeezed him tightly.
"Ah yes it's me. Surprise, surprise." He said hugging her back.
"You're alright!" She said relieved and drew back to look at him. "You're alright right?" The Doctor nodded and gave her a smile to prove it.
"And you, I didn't see anything on you while you were sleeping but I didn't move you because I wanted to make sure." He said concerned.
"I'm fine. A little fuzzy but fine." She told him fighting off the last of sleepiness. "Anyways." She said the initial concern and relief passing. "Where are we?"
The room they were in was dim, being lit by three soft lights on the other side of about a 15 foot by 15 foot room. It was cold probably because of the fact everything was made out of cement except for a solitary poorly constructed cot in the corner. About 5 feet away from them was a metal door that seemed to slide shut and had no handle or buttons on it anywhere, on there side of it anyways.
"A prison." The Doctor answered plainly with a nod of the head.
"How'd you manage to figure that one out?" Clara asked tilting her head up at him.
"On my way in." He said looked off at a far point recalling the recent memory. "I was drugged like you but with the fact I am a Time Lord I didn't completely pass out like you lot do. When they dragged me here I saw a few others and they didn't look like friendlies."
"Logical enough for me." Clara said agreeing with his answer. They sat in silence for a moment before she looked over at him again. "Got an escape plan?"
"Yeah."
"Really."
"No."
Clara shrugged, he really did make it all up as he went along.
"I got a thing in progress though!" He said happily.
"A thing in progress?" She asked with a lopsided smile.
"It's a thing that I'm working on to get us out okay... respect the thing." He told her.
"Okay." She laughed. "What's your 'thing'?"
"We don't exactly know what they want us for but we know who they want." He informed Clara.
"You're making the face."
"What face?" He asked confused.
"The we-both-know-what's-going-on-here-face." She said annoyed.
"Well we do." He told her.
"I don't." She tutted.
"Me." He said plainly.
"They want you? What do they want to do connect your time head to a supercomputer of something?" She asked and they looked at each other quizzically for a moment and then nodding in possibility.
"But I think they want me for the crimes I've committed." He answered.
"You're a criminal?" Clara asked.
"Well it's...it's complica-" The Doctor tried to explain but was interrupted by the swoosh of sliding doors and heavy clomping boots. The Doctor pouted at the interruption and mouthed the word rude before whatever it was entered the room.
"Prisoner 2460106 and 2460107." A booming voice said and stepped into the room. "How naughty you've been." The Doctor raised an eye brow at the seemingly human man in front of them.
Captain Jack Harkness.
~To be continued.~