Fear Her, Part Two

"Aren't you a beautiful boy?" Clara cooed. She was kneeling next to a ginger cat, who was sitting calmly on the curb of the street. Clara had always loved cats and was scratching behind his ears.

"Thanks!" The Doctor said behind her. "I'm experimenting with back combing. Oh." Clara didn't pay him any attention, scooping the cat into her arms and cuddling him. He mewed softly.

"I always wanted a kitty like you, but my dad's allergic." She told the cat, who pawed at her face cutely. She glanced back at the Doctor, noticing the unhappy look on his face. "What?"

He kept the dirty look on his face as he glowered at the cat in Clara's arms. "I'm not really a cat person." He told her, slipping his hands into his pockets. Clara noticed that he had his hands in fists. "Once you've been threatened by one in a nun's wimple, it kind of takes the joy out of it." Clara raised her eyebrows, standing up. She kept the cat in her arms.

"Are you jealous?" She asked teasingly. The Doctor didn't say anything. "You're jealous of a cat."

"No, I'm not," the Doctor insisted, obviously lying. Clara giggled, going onto her tiptoes to give him a soft peck on the lips.

"You don't need t be jealous, you know." She whispered. He leaned down, capturing her lips again. Clara smiled in the kiss. After half a minute or so of kissing, the cat wriggled out of Clara's arms. Clara pulled away to see where the cat had gone. She did a little circle where she stood, spotting the cat's tail swishing inside a cardboard box.

"Come here, kitty. What do you want to go in there for?" She walked closer to the box, peeking inside. The cat wasn't there anymore. It had disappeared.

"Doctor, the cat's gone. Just vanished." Clara reported, then she got a whiff of the metallic smell. "Phew!" It was even stronger than it had been in the alley.

"Whoa! Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo." The Doctor had pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the area. "Ion residue. Blimey! That takes some doing. Just to snatch a living organism out of space-time. This baby is just like, I'm having some of that. I'm impressed." He babbled, looking at the reading from the screwdriver. Clara tucked her hair behind her ears, eyebrows knit together.

"So the cat's been transported?" She asked, trying to simplify what the Doctor was saying. He nodded, eyes meeting hers.

"It can harness huge reserves of ionic power," he said. "We need to find the source of that power. Find the source and you will find whatever has taken to stealing children and fluffy animals. See what you can see. Keep them peeled, Lewis." He grabbed her hand and they were off.

"Don't call me Lewis," Clara said, smacking him lightly on the arm as they walked.

Lalala

Clara and the Doctor had decided to split up as they searched the neighborhood for whatever was taking things. Clara was convinced that they weren't going to find anything; there were no leads!

Clara was walking down the street when she heard an odd noise coming from a garage. Clara moved closer, listening to the noise.

"Is that you, kitty cat?" She called soothingly. "Are you trapped?" The noise grew louder and some clanging thumps made Clara jump. When Clara made it to the door of the garage, she stopped. She shook her head.

"Not going to open it, not going to open it, not going to open it," she repeated, eyes closed as she tried to talk herself out of it. Her curiosity got the best of her, though, and she tried the doorknob. The door was unlocked. Clara pushed the door open slowly. Her eyes widened and she shrieked.

A giant ball that looked like someone's scribbles came tumbling at her, knocking her down. Her head, which still hurt from the TARDIS landing, smacked hard on the pavement. She blearily opened her eyes as she held her head. She saw the Doctor come running, sonic screwdriver pointed at the scribble ball.

"Stay still!" He shouted, pressing the button on the screwdriver. The ball seemed to shiver before it shrunk into a small ball of scribbles that could fit in Clara's hand. She sat up slowly and plucked the ball from the ground.

"You alright?" The Doctor asked, kneeling next to her. She smiled a little, still rubbing her head.

"Yeah, cheers." She muttered. "Thanks." The Doctor grinned and help Clara to her feet.

"No probs." He nodded to the ball in her hand. "I'll give you a fiver if you can tell me what the hell it is, because I haven't got the foggiest." Clara examined it then shrugged.

"Well, I can tell you you've just killed it." Ever since she picked it up, it hadn't moved. The Doctor shook his head, sonicing it again.

"It was never living. It's animated by energy. Same energy that's snatching people." He said as he read the information from the screwdriver. "That is so dinky! The go anywhere creature. Fits in your pocket, makes friends, impresses the boss, breaks the ice at parties." He grinned at her, tongue between his teeth, and she just smiled, shaking her head at him.

They walked over to the curb and sat down. Clara handed the Doctor the ball of scribbles. He took it gingerly. He soniced it yet again, longer this time. He read what the screwdriver had found, eyes squinted.

"Oh, hi ho, here we go. Let's have a look." He muttered. After a second of reading, his eyes widened. "Get out of here." Clara scooted closer, peering at the screwdriver. As usual, she couldn't read whatever it said.

"What's it say?" She asked, looking back and forth from the screwdriver to the Doctor. Not answering her right away, the Doctor pulled a pencil from his pocket and rubbed the eraser on the ball. A bit of the ball disappeared.

"It's graphite," he mumbled. "Basically the same material as an HB pencil."

"I was attacked by a pencil scribble?" Clara asked. She scoffed. "How pathetic." The Doctor tilted his head, erasing a bit more of the scribble ball.

"Scribble creature, brought into being with ionic energy. Whatever we're dealing with, it can create things as well as take them. But why make a scribble creature?" Clara bit her lip as she thought about it.

"Maybe it was a mistake," she suggested. He looked at her curiously. "I mean, you scribble over something when you want to get rid of it- like a drawing. Like a- a child's drawing. You said it was in the street." The Doctor nodded.

"Probably." Clara remembered something.

"The girl." She breathed. The Doctor nodded exaggeratedly.

"Of course!" He paused. "What girl?" Clara ignored him, thinking more about the girl she had seen in the window.

"Something about her gave me the creeps," she muttered. "Even her own mum looked scared of her." The Doctor raised his eyebrows at her.

"Are you deducting?" He asked her, a smile in his voice. A smile grew on both of their faces.

"I think I am." He held his hand out to her and she took it. He pulled her to her feet.

"Copper's hunch?" He asked. She nodded carefully, head still pounding.

"Permission to follow it up, Sarge?"

Lalala

Clara and the Doctor were on the doorstep of the house that Clara had seen the girl at. The Doctor gestured, allowing Clara to be the one to ring the doorbell. Clara smiled, pressing the button happily. After a second, the Doctor rattled the letter box as they waited. A minute later, a woman answered the door.

"Hello," the Doctor greeted personably. "I'm the Doctor and this is Clara. Can we see your daughter?" The woman's mouth set, her eyes steely.

"No, you can't." She snapped. The Doctor shrugged, pulling Clara away a little.

"Okay. Bye." They were halfway down the lawn when the woman called to them.

"Why? Why do you want to see Chloe?" She asked. Clara could hear how scared she seemed. She and the Doctor turned back.

"Well, there's some interesting stuff going on in this street, and I just thought. Well, we thought, that she might like to give us a hand." The Doctor responded innocently.

"Sorry to bother you." Clara said, waving slightly.

"Yeah, sorry. We'll let you get on with things," the Doctor said. "On your own. Bye again." They turned away again. They had only taken one step when the woman called out to them again.

"Wait!" She cried. "Can you help her?" The Doctor, even from that distance, met her eyes. He nodded.

"Yes, I can."

Lalala

The Doctor and Clara sat on the couch in the living room. Trish, the woman had introduced herself when they had gone inside, sat in a chair that faced them. She wrung her hands together, looking very nervous.

"She stays in her room most of the time," Trish told them, speaking of her daughter, Chloe. "I try talking to her, but it's like trying to speak to a brick wall. She gives me nothing, just asks to be left alone."

"What about Chloe's dad?" Clara asked gently.

"Chloe's dad died a year ago." She said shortly.

"I'm sorry," Clara said kindly. "I know what that's like."

"You wouldn't be sorry if you'd known him." Trish snorted. The Doctor stood, clapping his hands together.

"Well, let's go and say hi." Clara stood as well.

"I should check on her first." Trish blurted, jumping up quickly. "She might be asleep."

"Why are you afraid of her, Trish?" Clara asked carefully. Trish seemed to fight with herself for a moment before answering.

"I want you to know before you see her that's she's really a great kid." She said.

"I'm sure she is." The Doctor assured her. She gave a half smile.

"She's never been in trouble at school you should see her report from last year. A's and B's." Trish went on.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Clara asked. Trish ignored her.

"She's in the choir. She's singing in an old folks home. Any mum would be proud. You know I want you to know these things before you see her, Doctor, because right now, she's not herself."

Clara made her way upstairs. She heard Chloe coming and hid behind a door. Ironically, she was in the bathroom. She peeked through the crack between the door and the wall as she watched Chloe walk past, heading downstairs. When she was gone, Clara sneaked into Chloe's room. Her eyes widened when she saw the amount of drawings taped to her wall. Those pictures included drawings of the missing kids and the cat.

A noise from Chloe's closet caused Clara to jump. She knocked over a jar of colored pencils and she hastily picked them up. When she set the jar back where it was, she noticed that one of the pictures- one of the ones she had looked at- had changed. The boy that had been smiling was now scowling.

The door to the closet rattled loudly once more, and Clara's attention was pulled from the picture. She approached the closet cautiously and opened the folding doors. The closet appeared normal.

She pushed the clothes back and saw a giant picture of a bearded, yellow eyed man. A huge gust of wind blew, Clara's hair flying backwards.

"I'm coming!" The picture yelled menacingly.

"Doctor!" Clara cried.

A/N: Yet another chapter completed! I hope you like it- I actually liked writing this one. Just so you know, I think this episode will have four chapters instead of the usual three. This episode is just so Rose centric, you know? So that means it has so much more for Clara.

Also, I would really love it if this story could get to 100 reviews. That's my goal, and I would love it if you could help me achieve it. So, leave a review and tell me if you liked the chapter!

Until next time, sweeties!