Sorry (again) that I am so incredibly lazy and forgetful. But here's chapter six!
Clara's shrill voice did not reach The Doctor.
Of course, if he had actually heard it, he would have come running towards her like some really tall, floppy haired knight in shining armor. But that was not the case. The man in question was dealing with creepy doll stuff, and no matter how important Clara was to his huge Time Lord hearts, creepy doll stuff usually came first. Usually.
But it didn't matter. As soon as The Doctor had shut the door of his blue box, he became entranced with the doll that he had stolen off the woman's shelf. It was strange, yet beautiful, in its own way. And The Doctor was so excited to crack it.
He held the Christmas toy up to his face. "What are you hiding, little toy of human Christmas cheer?"
The Elf on the Shelf said nothing.
The man, who was not a man, smiled. He loved a hard case, those were always the most enjoyable to solve.
He threw the doll onto the TARDIS console, causing the TARDIS herself to whirr at him, annoyed. He rolled his eyes at her, looking around for some tools that he could use to look at the doll more closely. The walls around him seemed to hum, and the Time Lord groaned.
"What is it now?"
The TARDIS made a series of whirs and clicks.
The Doctor sat up quickly, ramming his (rather large) forehead into the underside of a table. "OW! That was rude, Sexy! Clara is perfectly capable of-"
Sexy cut him off with a whooshing sound.
"Oi! She is too! She's smart and funny and she cares a whole lot about me." He wiggled a finger at the surrounding walls."Might I remind you that she saved my life. She can figure out where we are, no problem." He nodded his head, very sure of his petite companion.
The madman found what he was looking for and held it up to the light. It was a magnifying glass. And then he pulled another instrument out from the gloom. It was a small knife. It wasn't a normal knife though, nothing of The Doctor's was what anyone could consider 'normal'. It was a surgical knife. A sonic surgical knife, to be exact. He grinned at the new found treasures, and scrambled to his feet. There was a lot work to be done.
There was a rat-a-tat of a knock at the door.
Clara.
Perhaps that work would have to wait for just a moment.
The man with the floppy hair moseyed over to the door and opened it. He leaned in the doorway and looked down at her. Clara Oswald. With her brown hair that curved inwards at her thin shoulders. With those big chocolatey brown eyes, filled with wonder. Lips always curved into a brilliant smile, causing those beautiful little dimples to form in her cheeks. Dresses slightly too tight. Pointy little nose, making her look like a doll.
She snapped her fingers in front of his nose, and he snapped out of his little phase.
"Hello Miss Oswald. Did you find anything interesting?"
"I did, actually."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Doctor. That lady, the one with all the stitching done to her face, well... She is-was my neighbor."
He raised his almost non existent eyebrows. "Oh?"
"Yes. Her name is-was Mrs Rosenthal. I barely saw her, she was always in her apartment. But when I did see her, she always gave me baked goods. Such a nice old lady."
She paused, looking the tiniest bit frightened. "I can't believe it... She was my neighbor. And she's gone."
He took her by the shoulders and leaned down slightly, so they were exactly eye to eye. "Clara Oswald." He whispered, his eyes seemed to glow. "I promise that nothing will happen to you. And I promise that Mrs Rosenthal will not have died in vain. We will find whoever is doing this, and we will stop them. You have my word."
And then there was that grin, that was the reason why she traveled with him. That grin that promised that they would be safe, even if they were in danger. The grin that told her that he would never give up on her. That he would protect her until the very end. "Clara Oswald, do you trust me?"
She smiled back at him. "I do."
"Good." He stood upright, confident yet still unbelievably childish. "Because you are going to have to tell me everything you know about Mrs Rosenthal."
I will have the next chapter up sooner rather than later. I promise. If not you can just throw stuff at me until I do. If you haven't already, I would just simply like to ask you to favourite, follow and review this story! It would mean quite a lot to me (and it would completely make my day!).
Until next time!
Matteo
