/Hey sorry about the wait, I blame it on my lack of fanfiction-ing experience
...I forgot to hit Publish after I uploaded it-thanks for your patience/
"NunununoNONONONO! Come back here, you!" The Doctor raked his spidery fingers over gray curls. Damn! He stood helpless as the silver panther sped away into the night, chasing his companion instead of him. Bending with his hands on his knees, the Doctor peered straight ahead as the last of the wilder beast's cries reverberated through the stillness of the meadow. Ghosts of plans flicked behind his vision with the speed of moving pictures, each stratagem fading away at the merest inclination of doubt.
An unlucky hand, indeed.
If he followed, the ravenous panther would devour them both. If he circled 'round, the beast would surely see him on the flat meadow, its native terrain. It's not like he'd be able to catch up with it anyway. Using the screwdriver to sound a frequency to irritate the Vilroushka would be no laughing matter either, as its multiple-octave shrieks would make the correct frequency nearly fatal to humanoids. The timelord, as usual, was running out of time. Perhaps he could cheat- peek into the future…Concentrating in the most purple of nights, he corrected himself.
The Doctor was not running out of time; he was running into it. And alongside it. And behind it, and under, and over, and every which way…always running as fast as time itself. For that instant, time did fly, and he soared alongside it...but there was a clouded area in the near future. One of those devilish little storms that never let him see what he needed. His audacious attitude beforehand now melted unpleasantly to a trepidation he was not familiar to possessing. Allowing a vexed sigh of defeat to escape his parched lips, the Doctor looked across the silver meadow as if searching for the answer between the blades of industrialized agriculture.
He hoped Clara wouldn't revert to that human practice of "playing dead." This panther was far superior to any bear or mountain lion found on her world.
She couldn't run forever, he knew…
Shutting his eyes tight, he severed those branches of thoughts forcefully, marking them out-of-bounds for Clara's sake as much as his own. He could not lose this Clara, because there were no more copies. He knew she was the original, but sometimes…sometimes he doubted that. Maybe he hoped.
Hanging his weary head, the Doctor sifted through other means of wriggling out of this dilemma.
He had wire in his pocket…a sonic Taser?
A soft breeze carried the scent of the Dostriov-blossom natural gardens where he'd been planning to end their Wednesday. The Doctor knew his digressions were wasting precious time...
He wondered how long Clara would last.
His eyes wandered to his best friend's form receding into the night, the Vilroushka in distant pursuit. Another ghost flits across his mind, and he's spurred into action with the piercing tone of Clara's terrified plea for assistance, advice, anything. "Doctor! WhatdoIdo?" Though her clear shout sounds powerful through the crisp, night air, he can hear the physical exertion threatening to crack her voice.
Already sprinting to the black jungle where earlier they had disturbed the Vilroushka's nest, the Doctor bellowed his reply with a sly grin stretched across his face. "Run!"