Fear Her, Part Four

Clara pounded on Trish's door, furious. Trish opened the door, surprised to see her, especially so angry.

"It's alright. I've taken all of her pencils," Trish told her. Clara pushed past her and stormed up the steps. Clara slammed the door open, running over to Chloe sitting on her bed. Clara snatched the drawing out of her hand, seeing it was the picture of the Doctor and the TARDIS.

"Leave me alone!" The Isolus cried. "I want to be with Chloe Webber. I love Chloe Webber!"

Clara shook the the picture in Chloe's face. "Bring him back, now."

"No." The Isolus sneered. Clara yelled, exasperated.

"Don't you realize what you've done?" Clara asked, clutching the drawing tightly. "He was the only one who could help you. Now bring him back!" Chloe closed her eyes.

"Leave me alone! I love Chloe Webber!" The Isolus repeated.

"And I love the Doctor! And you took him! Now, give. Him. Back." Clara's pleas were drowned out by the Isolus repeatedly saying that she loves Chloe. Tears in her eyes, Clara looked down at the picture. "Doctor, if you can hear me, I'm going to get you out of there. I'll find the pod."

Clara turned to the doorway, where she knew Trish was.

"Don't leave her alone, no matter what." With that, Clara ran outside. She looked around, at a loss about where to look. She spotted the construction worker and ran over to him. For the first time, she glanced at his name tag, which read "Kel". Kel was admiring his latest tarmac patch. Clara eyed it curiously.

"Heat," she murmured. "They travel on heat." Kel didn't hear her.

"Look at this finish." He crowed. "Smooth as a baby's bottom. Not a bump or a lump."

"Kel, was there anything in this street in the last few days giving off a lot of heat?" Clara asked. Kel still didn't hear her.

"I mean, you can eat your dinner off this. Beautiful." Kel said. He shook his head. "So you tell me why the other one's got a lump in it when I gave it the same love and craftsmanship as I did this one." Clara patted him on the shoulder, trying to get him to pay attention to her.

"Well, when you've worked it out, put it in a big book about tarmacking. But before you do that, think back six days." Kel looked at her, able to see on her face how important it was.

"Six days," he said slowly. "When I was laying this the first time round." Clara's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Well, that's when I filled in this pothole for the first time." He said, pointing to the tarmac with the lump.

"Six days ago." Clara repeated. Kel nodded. "Hot fresh tar."

"Blended to a secret council recipe." Kel told her. Clara wasn't listening, though. She was running to Kel's van. "I don't keep it in the van! Hey, that's a council van. Out." He grabbed her elbow, tugging gently to get her out. She let him pull her away from the van, since she had a pick axe in her left hand. Kel's eyes widened when he saw it.

"Whoa, wait, wait, wait." He pointed at her. "You just removed a council axe from a council van. Put it back." Clara didn't listen. She made her way to the tarmac. "No, don't, wait. Put the axe back in the van. That's my van. Give me the axe. No! Wait! No!" He sounded pained as Clara brought the pick axe down on the tar. She began chipping at it relentlessly.

"No! You, stop! You just took a council axe from a council van and now you're digging up a council road! I'm reporting you to the council!" Clara spotted something clear and small in the hole she had created. She fell to her knees, picking it up. She cradled it.

"It went for the hottest thing in the street." She grinned. "Your tar."

"What is it?" Kel asked, now more interested in the pod than in Clara destroying his tarmac.

"It's a spaceship." She told him. Half a grin on her face, she added, "Not a council spaceship, I'm afraid." With that, she ran back into Trish's house, Kel on her heels.

"I've found it! I don't know what to do with it, but maybe the Isolus will just hop on board." Clara told Trish excitedly, who was sitting in the living room and watching TV. Then, she remembered something. "Hang on, I told you not to leave her."

"My God! Er, what's going on here?" The TV caught Clara's attention and she didn't hear Trish's response. The camera panned to the stadium where the Olympics were taking place. There was no audience. They were all gone. Vaguely, Clara heard Kel enter the living room.

"I don't care if you've got Snow White and the Seven Dwarves buried under there, you don't go digging up-" he shouted. Clara waved a hand at him, cutting him off.

"Shut up and look!" She shouted, pointing to the TV.

"The crowd has vanished! Er, they're gone. Everyone has gone. Thousands of people have just gone. Right in front of my eyes. It's impossible. Bob, can we join you in the box? Bob? Not you too, Bob?" The announcer babbled. Clara shook her head.

"The stadium won't be enough. The Isolus has four billion brothers and sisters." Clara stated. She bolted up the stairs and to Chloe's door, which was barricaded from the inside. She banged her hand on it.

"I've got your ship! You can go find your brothers and sisters!" She hollered. Trish knocked on the door.

"Chloe?" She tried. Clara took a step back from the door, pulling Trish back with her. Clara, using the pick axe, created a large hole in Chloe's door. She used her arm to push the chair Chloe had used away and open the door. They stumbled into the room.

"I'm coming to hurt you." Chloe's dad boomed from the closet, the doors shaking. He kept repeating himself.

"Chloe!" Clara ran over to Chloe, who was drawing furiously. She reached for Chloe's arms.

"If you stop Chloe Webber, I will let him out." The Isolus announced, pointing to the closet with one hand while drawing with the other. "We will let him out together. I cannot be alone. It's not fair."

Clara held out the small spaceship. "Look, I've got your pod." Chloe shook her head.

"The pod is dead."

"It only needs heat." Clara insisted. Chloe momentarily stopped drawing to give Clara a dirty look.

"It needs more than heat." Clara let out an exasperated cry.

"What, then?" Clara heard a yelp and turned to see Kel in Chloe's bedroom.

"I'm not being funny or nothing, but that picture just moved." He pointed to a random drawing. "And that one!" Clara had seen it move, as well. The drawing of the Doctor had changed. He was pointing to an Olympic torch.

"She didn't draw that, he did." Clara whispered. She groaned. "But it needs more than heat, Doctor."

The announcer's voice from the TV seemed to resonate throughout the house.

"-is still on its way. I suppose it's much more than a torch now, it's a beacon. It's a beacon of hope and fortitude and courage. And it's a beacon of love."

"Love." Clara breathed, almost dropping the pod with realization.

"So let's have a look from the helicopter. There we go, the torch bearer running-" A grin grew on Clara's face.

"I know how to charge up the pod." Clara ran out of the house once more, just as the announcer concluded, "past Dame Kelly Holmes Close." There was a large crowd lining the street, ready to watch the torch bearer run past. Clara did her best to push forward, but ran into the tape keeping the crowd in check.

"I have to get closer!" Clara cried, trying to duck under the tape. A policeman stopped her.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to watch it from there." He told her.

"No, you don't understand!" Clara yelled. Her voice wasn't heard, though, as the crowd grew even louder. The torch bearer was coming up the road. The pod was vibrating in Clara's hand.

"You feel it, don't you?" Clara asked kindly. "You feel the love." The torch bearer grew nearer, and Clara knew there was only one option. She gave the pod a quick kiss and threw it with all of her might, watching it as it landed right in the middle of the torch. The torch bearer staggered a moment, but continued on.

"Yes!" Clara screamed, jumping in the air with glee. She turned and hugged a random bystander, screaming still. All around her, she saw the missing kids return. She looked for the Doctor, but couldn't find him.

"Clara, did you fix everything?" Kel asked, walking down Trish's steps.

"Have you seen the Doctor?" Clara asked. Kel shook his head. Clara pouted, not sure what to do, when she noticed a red glow coming from Chloe's room. "Oh no." Again, she ran into the house and up the stairs.

Chloe's door, despite the hole in it, wouldn't open. Chloe's dad's voice was louder than ever, his threats terrifying.

"Help!" Chloe and Trish yelled. Clara pounded on the door.

"I can't!" She answered. "I can't get in. You have to do it yourselves."

"And how do we do that?!" Trish exclaimed, trying to calm her daughter down.

"It's just a nightmare; that's all it is!" Clara replied. "Treat it like a normal nightmare. Sing it away!"

"Merry merry king of the bush is he..." Clara prompted. "Come on, sing!"

"Laugh, Kookaburra laugh..." Trish began, her voice shaky.

"You too, Chloe! Sing!" Clara yelled over Chloe's dad's voice. The two started singing together, and slowly the red light faded away along with Chloe's dad's voice.

Lalala

Trish, Chloe, and Clara sat in Trish's living room, watching the torch bearer run. He stumbled and fell, the torch falling out of his hand. The announcer rambled about how the Olympic dream was dead, when a hand plucked the torch from the ground.

"Doctor!" Clara practically jumped out of her seat when she saw the Doctor carrying the torch the rest of the way.

Lalala

Clara smiled when she finally spotted the Doctor in the midst of the block party. His back was to her, so she ran over to him.

"Cake?" She asked, holding out a fairy cake with silver ball bearings on it. He swiveled, beaming like crazy at her. He took it from her, taking a large bite out of it.

"Top banana. Mmm. I can't stress this enough." He licked some of the icing, a ball bearing going with it. "Ball bearings you can eat, masterpiece!"

They walked down the street a little, quiet as the Doctor ate his cake. When he finished, she grabbed him by the trench coat and kissed him hard.

"I thought I'd lost you." She admitted. He pecked her on the lips again.

"Nah. Not on a night like this." He slipped his hand into hers, squeezing tightly. "This is a night for lost things being found. Come on." He pulled her down the road.

"What now?" Clara asked, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked.

"I want to go to the Games. It's what we came for." Clara smiled, bumping her shoulder with his arm.

"Go on, give us a clue." She said flirtatiously. "Which events do we do well in?"

"Well, I will tell you this. Papua New Guinea surprises everyone in the shot put." Clara pulled her head back.

"Really? You're joking, aren't you?" She waited a moment, but he merely smiled at her. "Doctor, are you serious or are you joking?" He shook his head.

"Wait and see." The fireworks started and they looked up to watch them. They were quiet a moment, watching as the colors flared in the air.

"There's something in the air. Something's coming." The Doctor stated ominously. Clara looked up at him, worry washing over her at his words.

"What?" She asked softly. He looked down on her, his dark eyes full of fear.

"A storm's approaching."

A/N: Here's another chapter! You know, I'm very disappointed in all of you. I wanted to post this chapter days ago, but I only got TWO reviews on the last chapter! Come on, guys. I know you can do better than that. Usually, my minimum is three reviews before I'll post another chapter. That's not so much to ask, is it? Please review more!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time, lovelies.