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"Untie me." Clara demanded once more.
Clever gave her that wicked smile of his. "Now why would I do that?" He was stood in front of her, making sure he hadn't hurt her too much when he knocked her out. He needed her as perfect as she could be. He reached his hand to her cheek, lightly cupping it. "Clara, my precious Clara. We can rule the galaxies together, turning all of these pesky humans into cybermen and branching out onto new worlds. We are going to have a blast!"
"I am not your Clara. I'm no one's Clara." She spat, tugging on her restraints once more. Luckily Clever hadn't put her in the same restraints he had put on Nina.
His thumb rubbed lightly on her cheek. "Oh, I think the Doctor has a different idea on that." He smirked. "Now now, stop struggling. Everything will be just fine soon. We are going to be one hell of a couple."
She glared at him, hatred corrupting her mind, not allowing her to think straight. Her cheek burned where he was touching her. She smirked as an idea formed in her head. "Yeah, we will. How much information are you receiving from the Doctor right now?"
He frowned slightly. "All of it. Why does it matter?" He removed his hand from her cheek.
She shook her head and answered, "Oh, it doesn't. I was just making conversation. Cybermen can't experience emotions, correct?"
"Correct. What are you playing at?" He studied her features, trying to decipher what she was attempting to do.
She shrugged as she said, "Making conversation." Her eyes began to water. "Clever, why are you doing this?" Her voice began to shake. "Why can't you just leave us alone?"
Clever was caught off guard. He had never expected this sudden change in emotion. "Well, because it's what I was made to do. I'm part of the Cyberiad, and our job is to… wait a second. Why am I telling you this?" He took a step closer to her.
"Do you really have to take over the world though? Can't you change your mind? Can't you give me my Doctor back?" A tear escaped her right eye.
He knelt down, cupping her cheek and wiping away the tear. "Clara, please don't cry. I'm here. We'll get through this."
She smiled wide. With a steady voice she said, "Hurry up and untie me before Mr. Clever comes back!"
His eyes went wide. "Oh! Right! You aren't really sad! Of course, it was your plan. Oh! Clever girl! Great acting by the way!" He untied her and helped her up. "Now, get away from me! Get as far away from me as you can…"
His whole body jerked and Clever glared at her. She started running, but didn't get far. Clever grabbed her arm with a strong grip that she was sure would leave bruises. She winced and stopped, turning back to him. "You really think it will be that easy?" He asked coldly. He jerked her towards him, using his free hand to push a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "I'm afraid you'll have to go through a lot more trouble than that." He brought his lips up to her ear, lightly nipping on it before whispering, "Unless you give in."
His voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered, and she tried jerking her head away. He brought his hand up to keep her still. "Get your hands off me." She growled.
He smiled. "Well, well, well. Someone's a little angry, now aren't they? I can fix that right up." He brought his lips to hers, roughly kissing her.
It felt the same as all of the times the Doctor had kissed her, except it burned her lips. The mere touch of their lips coming together sent a burning sensation through her entire mouth, spreading like wildfire. She pulled away, frowning at him. "Wha… what is that?" She asked.
He chuckled. "Oh, that's nothing. Once you're converted into a cyber-planner you won't feel anything at all. Now, shall I get you tied up once more, or shall we do… more interesting things?" He smirked, keeping his hold on her arm firm. "Damn, the Doctor has quite the sex drive. As a time lord he wouldn't have noticed it, but now that I'm in control it's very noticeable." He brought his face close to hers once more and asked, "Shall we deal with it?"
Clara glared at him, trying not to wince at the pain he was causing her arm. "I'm not doing anything with you. The Doctor won't let you." She answered.
His smirk stayed as he said, "Oh really? If you haven't noticed I'm kind of controlling him right now."
The corner of her mouth lifted up. "Oh really?" She mocked. "If you haven't noticed, I don't think that's quite true."
His smirk was gone, and he pushed her back onto the chair, tying her up quickly. "I could have my way with you right now!" He growled into her ear.
She kept her gaze cold, showing no fear. "There's nothing stopping you, go ahead." She spat. He hesitated. "Oh, maybe there is something stopping you."
He stood up straight, glaring at her. "No! I'm just planning. It'd be easier if I just converted you already, then you would be more willing in doing what I say." He pulled out the earrings from his back pocket, also pulling out his sonic screwdriver from his other pocket and sonicing the earrings.
She scoffed and said, "What? With those things? They're just earrings!"
He smiled, holding them out to her. "Then put them on." He dared.
"If you haven't noticed my hands are a little tied up right now." She nodded towards her hands.
He sighed and said, "I'll just have to put them on you myself then." He reached over, quickly putting the earrings onto her ears. When he moved back he chuckled and rubbed his hands together. "Well, this should be fun."
She frowned and asked, "What should be fun? You've just put earrings on me. I don't see what's so interesting in that."
He chuckled even more. "Oh, you just wait. This is going to be quite the ride."
"Clara!" They both turned to see a scratched up Nina running into the room.
Clever quickly stopped her, holding her shoulders tightly. "How did you get out?" He asked.
Nina ignored him, looking over at Clara. She noticed the earrings. "Oh god, Clara!" She tried pushing past Clever, but it was no use.
Clara frowned in confusion. "What are you doing here? You should be tied up. You're just going to get in the way."
Nina turned to Clever, glaring. "You get those things off of her right now, or I swear to God…"
"What? What would you do?" He asked, squeezing her shoulders. "I have the strength of a cyberman and the intelligence of a thousand year old time lord. There is nothing you could do."
"No, I'm going to rip you to shreds, and then burn them in a hot flaming fire, and…" She was interrupted by Clara.
"Oh, do shut up. I never realized how agonizingly annoying you are!" She exclaimed, shaking her head.
Clever smirked at Nina's shocked expression. "See, the conversions already started. There's nothing you can do to stop it, so you might as well give up now." The grip on her right shoulder loosened, and she frowned slightly.
"How come the earrings didn't change me?" She asked.
The grip loosened even more as he said, "It's all very complicated. You're puny human brain wouldn't understand it."
She eyed him carefully, wondering if this was some sort of plan. "Fine, tie me up to a chair already." She said.
His left arm was now barely holding her right shoulder, and he grabbed her right arm roughly, releasing his grip on her shoulder and dragging her towards where Clara was sitting. Clara had surprisingly broken her ties. Clever smiled wide as he said, "Oh, you are as sexy as a cyber-planner as you were as a human."
Clara smirked and stood up. "It's very easy to pull off." She replied.
Clever was about to say something back, when out of nowhere his left arm punched her in the face, knocking her out. "What the hell?!" His eyes shut as a white flash blinds him and he's no longer in the TARDIS.
"Hello again." The Doctor says, watching as Clever understands exactly where they are.
He looks around at the different memories and thoughts. He brings his gaze back to the Doctor, straightening himself. "I see you've somehow gained enough strength to control the limbs." Clever says, glaring at the time lord across from him.
The Doctor shrugged as he said, "Well, it was very easy to accomplish. Now, it's time to make a deal. You can have me as long as you promise to convert Clara back, and leave her and her friends and family alone."
Clever tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. "Would you really let me have actual complete control over your body and mind just to save your precious little Clara?" He asked.
"Yes." The Doctor said with no hesitation. "Unless you'd like another chess game."
Clever shrugged. "Chess is no fun. Have you ever heard of the Hunger Games?" He asked, a sly smile spreading across his lips.
"No." The Doctor answered.
Clever raised an eyebrow, "Really? Right here it says you have. You actually knew the women who came up with the idea."
The Doctor nodded. "Of course I know what the Hunger Games are. I'm saying no to your offer. Pick something else."
Clever chuckled. "Oh, I quite like the idea of a mini Hunger Games match. I'll convert Nina into a cyber-planner and Clara back into a human. They'll fight to the death, and if Clara wins I go away and all of you will be safe, except for Nina of course. If Nina wins however, I take full control over you, heal and convert Clara, and start having my fun." He smiled coldly.
The Doctor frowned, straightening his bow tie. "You would take years of your life capacity away to heal Clara, and there wouldn't be any obstacles." He argued, trying to make Clever chose something different.
"You have no idea what your TARDIS can conjure up, do you?" Clever asked.
The Doctor gulped and nodded. "No, I do. One more thing. I get to have control for a few moments just to make sure Clara is okay and convert Nina. That's all."
Clever extended his hand. "Deal."
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