Sorry it's a short chapter, but I wanted to do something special for valentines day. Love you all

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He licked his lips as he surveyed the new batch of young faces his team brought in. They would be delightful test subjects. They had already been injected with the new test drug. They hadn't got in any of the rooms yet, somehow the ginger lady knew, but it was a matter of time.

He pressed another button, making cheery hotel music blast through every hall. He grinned to the sound of the cheery keys, his breath fogging up the screen as he pressed another button.

A carnivorous roar erupted next, and he watched with anticipation as they all leapt up from their comfortable seats, one man swinging a woman over his shoulder, and ran for it.

He laughed to himself, and his mirth echoed senselessly around the room, magnified by the reflective walls.

He didn't care what Amy said, he threw open one of the doors and pulled himself and Clara inside, slamming the door shut to further insure their safety. Amy and Rory soon followed, and sadly Jack.

Amy shrieked out at once, backing against the wall, her eyes staring at the angel statues that resided in the room. He frowned slightly at her fear, at first glance he supposed the angels could be considered frightening, but only when it was thrust upon you like someone jumping out and yelling boo. He quickly composed his gasp of fright, and stared curiously at Amy as she attempted to back even further in to wall, her eyes wide and terrified.

"Don't blink." she whispered, and he was getting slightly afraid of her.

"What do you mean, don't blink?" Clara laughed it off, reaching forward from her place in Elijah's arm to tap the arm of one of the statues. "They're just statues."

"Don't do that!" Amy practically shrieked, her eyes popping. Even Jack rolled her eyes.

"Amy, calm down." Rory laughs suddenly, "I bet that was just an audio recording."

"Yeah, of course." Elijah laughs to. Amy stared at him in horror. She wanted to grab him by that stupid bow tie and shake him back and forth. Couldn't he see? Where was he? The Doctor had to be in there somewhere. He just had to. The other's left the room, paying the statues no mind, but she gave them another wary glance.

"Come along Pond please!" She gulps, and follows the others, cursing the world.

The music stays, following the group around like some psychotic trance, even though the roars have stopped. Jack and Rory occasionally take peeks into the rooms bordering the long yellow halls, and either burst out laughing or pull back with a shudder. Elijah refused to give in to what he insisted was childish, but if he was being honest, it was because he would have to hand Clara over to Jack, and he would rather die than ever do that.

Clara was getting rather fed up. She often complained of her stomach muscles hurting, from the constant pressure against his shoulder, but he paid her no mind. She wasn't heavy, and he rather liked the feeling of her long hair brushing slightly over the back of his neck, her breath on his upper back.

"When are we going to find the bloody exit?" she asked him, obviously rather annoyed, and he sighed.

"I don't know Clara, seeing as the doors and windows are both bordered up." he said to her patiently, even though he found his voice growing thin.

"Oh shut up." Amy groaned, her feet trudging against the carpet. "I had a new job today." she sighed, and he almost believed her for a second, that she actually cared about something, but he could still see through the careful facade she kept around herself.

"You'll get there." Rory assured her, but even his endless optimism was failing, and Elijah was growing tired of his continuous banter.

"Why don't I take the lovely Lady for a while?" Jack asked, stepping in front of Elijah and holding out his arms. Elijah ignored him, pushing past the broad shouldered man.

"Come on." Clara said, "I'm sure you're getting tired."

"We don't even know him." he pointed out to her as they turned into yet another hallway. "How big is this place?"

"This is it." she poked him in the arm, "That was the room my Mum and I always spent the night in." He peered at the worn white door, with it's brass numbers.

Before anyone could protest, he swung open the door, and pulled them both inside.

"What are you doing?" she lightly shrieked, as he set her down on the bed.
"Do you want to have... intercourse... with Jack?" he spluttered, locking the door behind them. Amy banged on it, "LOOK I'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!" he hollered through the door.

"How is it any of your business?" she asked him, crossing her arms over her chest, her small face peering up at him with her lips screwed up.

"Because... he's a heartbreaker!"

"Don't go all country song on me." she said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not... shut up!"he rubbed his palms against his eyes, making a rather exasperated sigh with his teeth. "I just... Don't want you to get hurt."

"Yeah? well that isn't up to you! You're not my boyfriend." she said, narrowing her eyes.

"I want to be." he blurted out. She watched his face turn red, but he didn't try to reclaim his words. He seemed to like it being said.. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, even though her heart was thudding in her chest, and she was having difficulty breathing.

"What?" she squeaked, her lack of oxygen making her voice high.

"I like you Clara." he stammered out, "And I meant to tell you earlier, but I didn't quite expect to get kidnapped and locked in a hotel. I even made reser-"

"Shut up Chin Boy." she said, and she realised she was crying, because no one had ever actually cared about her like this before.

"What?"

"Kiss me." It didn't take him long to cross the short distance between them, and for him t crush his lips against hers. She felt like she had lived a thousand lives just to get to this moment, just to feel his soft lips, which tasted slightly of the stale gum Rory had found in his pocket. She wished she could stand up, breach the height between them a little more evenly, but she couldn't, so she just pulled him down so he was kneeling in front of her, their heights finally even.

"Damn being careful about falling in love." he murmured against her lips, "Damn it all. I love you Clara." she only hesitated for the briefest moment, kissing him again.

"I love you too Chin Boy."