It's time for you to find out what the hell is going on! Or is it? No, it is. Here's the next chapter! I don't own Doctor Who and I hope you enjoy!
Clara could feel a stiff mattress beneath her back, and her hands were clutching on to the sheet. Her eyes fluttered open, but were quickly shut again as they stung from the sudden brightness of a blinding white light. She slowly opened them again, squinting. She lifted her head to get a look at her surroundings, but lowered it when she felt a sharp pain flow through it. She lifted a hand and brought it to her head. "Doctor." She mumbled. She forced her eyes open once more and stared at the ceiling, not being able to move her head without a sharp pain coursing through it.
There was a row of lights on the ceiling, and the only color she could see was white. She wanted the Doctor, she needed the Doctor. "Doctor." She mumbled again, her voice rough and quiet. She moved her hand away from her head and turned it, glad that there wasn't any pain this time. The room she was in was completely empty, with only the bed she was lying on in the middle. The walls and floor were white, and the room was round. From where she was she couldn't see a door, but she assumed there was one. No, she hoped there was one.
She lifted her head, and then tried to sit up. She winced when she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She laid back down, her head up, examining her surroundings. She saw a round door with a small square window at the end of the room. She cleared her throat and called for the Doctor again. She was surprised when she heard a robotic voice saying, "Specimen is awake." She could tell that whatever it was was just outside the door, and she carefully tried sitting up.
As she sat up the window on the door slip open, but nothing appeared behind it. "Where am I?" She asked.
The voice answered, "We cannot reveal that information."
She knew she recognized that voice from somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it. "Where is the Doctor?" She asked, moving her legs off of the bed. When she realized there was no pain in them she stood up and ran towards the door.
"The Doctor is where you last found him." The voice answered.
Clara tried to see who was talking, but couldn't manage to find whoever, or whatever, it was. "Do you mean the TARDIS?" She asked.
"You're memories are correct. The Doctor is in the TARDIS."
"How did I get here?"
"We cannot reveal that information."
"We? Who's we?"
"We are your captors."
"Yes, but who?"
There was a small moment of silence before the voice answered with, "We cannot reveal that information."
Clara sighed in annoyance. This was going to be tricky. She raised an eyebrow as she said, "You did a very good job of getting me here without me even knowing about it. "
"Is this an attempt of flattery?" The voice asked.
Clara smirked and said, "No, no of course not! I was just admiring your handy work. It's very clever."
"I should let you know that we do not experience emotion, so there is no valid point in attempting to flatter us."
Her smirk was gone as she realized who exactly her captors were. Her eyes went wide, and she took a few steps away from the door. "No." She said breathlessly. "No, no, the Doctor wouldn't let this happen to me! This isn't even possible!"
"You do identify as the Impossible Girl. We don't comprehend why you seem surprised."
Clara shook her head. "No. No… no. No! NO!" Her eyes were watering. "This is a dream! It's not real! None of this is real! I'm really back in our flat, and I'm sleeping right now! THIS IS NOT REAL!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs now in horror and anger. She ran up to the door and started kicking it, trying to knock it down.
"I am not sorry to say that this is real. Clara Oswin Oswald has been acquired."
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The Doctor knelt down and allowed himself to burst into tears. He was being strong for her, but now there was no need to be strong. She was gone. He had tried his best to stop it, but she was gone. He still couldn't believe that this had happened. He still couldn't believe that he had let this happen. Why had he let this happen anyway? That was the question he had been asking himself over and over again, until he finally heard it said out loud. He looked up and saw a blurry image of Clara. He frowned in confusion until he realized it was the TARDIS projecting an image of Clara.
"Why did you let this happen?" It asked.
He shook his head and pulled himself up. "It was the only thing I could do! I tried to stop it! You know I did! I tried to save her, but I… I couldn't. She's dead now, and I can't do anything about it."
"There was something you could've done about it."
"No, there wasn't! You know they don't keep their promises! I couldn't trust them!" He walked over to the console, allowing himself to lean on it. He couldn't remember crying this much ever in his entire life. He was never much of a crier. "I… I wish I could've done something about it. Anything! I would've given up the universe to save her."
"They gave you that option."
"You don't understand! You can't trust the daleks! Yes, the universe would be taken over by them, but they would still take Clara anyway!" He put his head in his hands. "I need… I need someone to talk to. Someone real."
"Am I not real enough for you, Doctor?" The image asked.
"You're real, I know that, but you can't do anything about this. I need… I need someone, just…" He slammed his fist onto the console in frustration. "Why?! Why does this always have to happen to me?! What the hell did I do wrong?!" He moved away from the console and started walking to the TARDIS doors. "No, you know what? Don't answer that." He stared out at Infinita de Impossibilibus. "You know, I could just jump. I could jump and end all of it right now. All of the pain, guilt, suffering, that could all end if I just jumped!" Tears were still streaming down his face.
"You know that's not true." He turned to the hologram and glared at it. "You would slowly die as you lost oxygen, but it would take much longer than you think because of your time lord biology. And then you would simply regenerate and go through the same process again. It wouldn't be quick."
He stared at the hologram for a second more before turning to the TARDIS doors and slamming them shut. "Fine! I'll just keep living my bloody amazing life! Let me just pop back home, maybe I'll go get myself a cuppa! You know, because nothing horrible has happened today! Losing someone I love is just a daily thing for me! I'm used to it by now!" He slammed down levers and smashed his fists against buttons.
"Doctor, you need to calm down. You are very angry, and you might do something drastic."
He glared at the hologram once more before flipping a final switch and turning towards the door. He had stopped crying now, anger overtaking his sadness. His hand was on the TARDIS doors, ready to push them open. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to open those doors. He couldn't though. He turned back to the hologram and asked, "Why are you still here?! I'm about to leave! Just shut off already!" The hologram didn't move. His eyes narrowed, his lips curling up in frustration. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He threw his head up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was full of anger, depression, guilt, and it was a blood curdling screech.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he only stopped when he heard a banging at the door. He turned to them and frowned. He strode up to them and opened them, yelling, "What the hell do you want?!"
Nina was on the other side, eyes wide. "What the bloody hell is your problem?! I get home from work and hear your screaming coming from this blue box! Are you okay?!" She saw the redness of his eyes and the tears streaking his face. His body was blocking her view past. "What's in there?"
"Nina?! You're Clara's," His voice cracked on her name. "You're Clara's ex-girlfriend, right?" Nina nodded. He stood there for a second, before frowning again. He grabbed her ear and asked, "What's that?"
"Oi! What's what?!" She asked, annoyed at his violation of her personal space.
He pointed to her earring. "That?! What is it?!"
"My earring! What the hell is your problem! Let go of me!" She jerked away from his grip.
His hand went to his coat pocket and he pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He scanned her earring before grabbing her arm and pulling her into the TARDIS. "Come on, get in the box!"
"Oi, if you haven't noticed I'm not really into…" She stopped as she saw that it was bigger on the inside. "Guys." She finished, but it was just a whisper. She tried to stop but he jerked her along. "Stop manhandling me! What the hell is going on?! What was that spanner you had?! How is this bigger on the inside?! And where the hell is Clara?!"
He pushed her against the console and said, "Stay here, stop asking questions, and take off your earrings." His voice was cold.
She gulped as he tightened his grip around her arm. She nodded and said, "F-Fine." He turned to the console and got to work. Nina eyed him as he took off his coat. She carefully pulled off her earrings and asked, "Where's Clara?"
He sent her a sideways glare before taking the earrings from her. "I told you to stop asking questions." He set the earrings down and scanned them again. "Where did you get these?" He asked.
"Um, a shop. It was just some random shop." She answered, taking a moment to examine her surroundings. She glanced to the doors and thought about running, but then they slammed shut. "How did they do that?" She asked.
He frowned at the readings the sonic had gotten. "Cybermen technology. Who did you buy these from?" She was still staring at the doors. He grabbed her face and turned it towards him. "I asked you a question." He said.
Nina frowned at his strong grip. She swallowed before saying, "Um, a… a man. He was the worker at the shop. He recommended them, um, I don't remember his name."
He squeezed her jaw. "What did he look like?" He asked.
She grimaced in pain. "He had dark hair, and he was tall! That's all I remember, I promise!" The Doctor let go of her jaw and turned back to the console. She rubbed her jaw and said, "Clara has rubbish taste in men."
He glared at her before setting down his sonic screwdriver and standing in front of her. She pressed herself back against the console. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked.
She frowned and said, "No."
He smirked when she answered. "Said that a bit fast, don't you think? You see, I've just lost someone. Someone I care a lot about, and I am not happy about that at all." He took another step towards her, leaving only millimeters of space between them. "I am not in a good mood, and boy, can I be a force to be reckoned with when angry." An evil smile came across his face as she swallowed. "If you haven't noticed, you're trapped. You can't escape. You are trapped in here with an angry time lord, and you know what?" He put a hand around her neck, bringing her face close to his. "I can do anything I want to you. Anything." He snarled.
Nina swallowed once more. "Time lord or not, I'm still not scared." He frowned at her. "Tell me what happened to Clara."
He scoffed before releasing his grip on her neck and shaking his head. "Clara. That's all you want to talk about, isn't it? Clara, Clara, Clara. In fact, what is with that? It was nine years ago! Why aren't you over her yet?"
Nine frowned before spitting in his face. "I'm afraid that's for me to know and for you to keep your big chin out of, Doctor." She said his name with disgust.
He smiled again. "Well, darling Nina, I'm afraid you're not talking to the Doctor anymore. Say hello to Mr. Clever!"
Oh, I got dark in this chapter! I hope you enjoyed, and review to tell me what you think!