This is just some information on the different transitions I've been using. "ooooOOOoooo" Is going to be used for what it's usually been used for. "-x-" Is for when it switches from Clara/Nina to the Doctor/Clever observing them. I don't own anything from Doctor Who and I hope you enjoy!

Clara's eyes shot open as she winced in pain. The pain was pulsing, surging through the veins of her left arm. She turned her head to see that an arrow was sticking out of it, blood spreading across the sheets. Sheets. She was on a bed. How did she get on a bed? It was a familiar bed too. One she had spent many nights in before her and the Doctor had gotten a flat. It was the Doctor's bed. How had she gotten into the Doctor's bed? She tried lifting her head, but found she had a raving migraine.

She felt something hard against the back of her head, and something sticky. She used her right hand to reach behind her head, and as she felt around she could make out what felt like the wood used to make Nina's bow. No, not Nina's. Cyber-Nina's. And the sticky substance, blood.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember what had happened the best she could. She was running, because she had taken Cyber-Nina's bow and arrow, and then falling. Lots and lots of falling. She must have hit her head on something while she was falling, because she couldn't remember anything after that.

How long had she been out? How was she not dead? How did she end up landing on the Doctor's bed?

Many questions flowed through her mind as she took all of this in. Eventually she started thinking about the now rather than the past. She used her right hand to get a grip on the arrow, and gritted her teeth as she tried to pull it out of her left arm. She cried out at the pain, and stopped. She took another second to brace herself before pulling again, this time her teeth grinding together. She wasn't going to allow herself to stop now, no matter how much it hurt. She heard the wet sound of the arrow tip leaving her flesh as she gave one final pull.

She dropped the arrow onto the bed, momentarily weakened. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of rest before continuing on. She knew she was probably going to have to stop her arm from bleeding soon, and she was going to need to close the wound somehow, or at least cover it, so it wouldn't get infected.

She opened her eyes when the pain stopped, and as she lifted her arm to observe the damage. The only problem was there was none. There wasn't a trace of where the arrow had punctured her arm. She looked back at the arrow, and there was still blood coating the tip. "What?" She mumbled, running her right hand softly over where the wound had been only moments ago.

She sat up and reached behind her to pull away the bow, and figured she was going to have to somehow fix whatever was going on in the back of her head. She turned her head as she thought she saw some sort of movement. She frowned when she saw nothing there. She was sure she had seen something yellow right by her head. She sighed, figuring she was probably going mad.

She used the sheet to wipe off the blood from the bow and arrow, before tearing a peace of the sheet off and pressing it up against the back of her head. When she pulled it away she frowned as she looked at the peace of sheet in her hand. There wasn't a spot of blood. "What the hell?!" She called to no one in particular, tossing the fragment of sheet away from her. She quickly got out of the bed and started looking for a mirror.

Maybe she wasn't Clara anymore. Maybe she had somehow been turned into a Cyber Planner while she was sleeping. She didn't feel like a Cyber Planner. She felt like normal Clara, but who knows. Maybe Clever devised some devious plan to convert her without her even knowing.

She soon found a mirror and looked at herself. She had a few scratches across her face, and her nose was bleeding. She rubbed her face as she saw the dark circles under her eyes. She looked back to the mirror. "Bloody hell!" She shrieked, throwing the mirror down. She turned away, not going to believe what she had just seen. She stood there, eyes wide.

She only moved when she heard a loud roar coming from the doorway. She quickly grabbed the bow and single arrow and tried to prepare it for firing. Realizing she had no idea how to do this, she threw down the bow and readied the arrow like a knife. She backed away from the door as the roars got louder. She braced herself as the door opened, a large, very angry, lion entering the room.

-x-

"A lion?! Come on, surely you can create something better than that, Sexy!" Clever said, frowning at the screen. He smirked as he said, "Maybe some… weeping angels."

His head jerked backwards, the Doctor retaking control. "No! Absolutely not! And I am the only one that can call the TARDIS Sexy!" The Doctor exclaimed furiously.

His hand slammed against the console as Clever smiled cruelly. "Oh, Doctor. Don't you get it? I am you. I'm your dark side. The side you rarely let out. The side you keep under lock and key. I'm all of your evilness, darkness, cruelness mixed into one. I am your worst nightmare come true. The villain lurking behind your heroic demeanor. I am your lust, your hate, your guilt."

"No."

"I am the side of you that wants to wreak havoc. I am the side of you that wants to use your power in the worst ways. I am the side that you've been holding back. I am you. It's that simple! I am the darkest parts of you rolled into one sentient being! The one hungry for power, domination! I AM YOUR GREATEST FEAR!" Clever snarled the last sentence, face red from yelling.

The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut, regaining control. He shook his head bitterly. "No, you're not any of that. You're a Cyber Planner, designed to use those things to find power. You… you're just a robot stuck in my mind!"

"No, Doctor! I might've started out as a robot stuck inside of your mind, but now I have become the living manifestation of all of the things that you do your best to ignore. All of those temptations."

"Just! Be! Quiet!"

Clever smirked. "Getting too much for you to handle, Doctor? You can't accept that what I'm saying is true?"

The Doctor slammed his head against the monitor they were using to observe Clara. He found his seat and quickly slumped down into it. "Just, stop. Please." He begged, running his hands across his face, holding back his tears.

Clever smiled, eyes cold. "It's all true. Now the almighty Doctor is going to go cry like an infant, because he feels the power surging through his veins. The evil slowly but surely corrupting him. The temptations becoming too much for him to handle."

"No. Stop. We had a deal!" He yelled the last bit with as much power as he could muster. Clever was taking over. His strength was wearing thin.

"Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. Since when have I ever gone through with a deal? You should know me better than that."

Sorry for a short chapter. I hope you enjoyed, and all reviews are appreciated!