So I'm posting this quite late, but I finally did Day 6. Honestly, I'm quite proud of myself. I thought I would only do the Hybrid Story for this week, but I've done four days this week and five pieces.

This one's a bit more angsty, but it also has an Ana Jarvis quote because it fits quite well and I love her. If you haven't seen Agent Carter, I recommend it. The Jarvises give off some Whouffaldi feels.

Day 6- 'Hearts crossed and hope to die', fire, shaking

"Hello?" Clara called out, taking a small step into the room.

She and the Doctor had arrived on a space station in the future. The crew, as well as themselves, were trying to be not killed by an escaped alien prisoner who had been in holding awaiting transport to a maximum security prison. She'd escaped soon after the TARDIS had landed, and now everyone was trying to stay alive until a ship from New Earth came to take the convict. Two of the crew had already died at her hand, and everybody wanted to prevent any more deaths from happening.

"Sarcala," she addressed the alien by name, holding the tranquilizer gun the captain of the station had given her by her side. "I'm here to talk."

Silence was the response she received. It made her feel uneasy.

"I will not hurt you," Clara said, stepping forward into the room a little more. "If you're here, please just come out. I only want to talk."

Something scuttled somewhere to her left. Clara swung around with her torch to try and shed some light on the sound. As she did so, something pricked the side of her neck. Almost instantly, Clara felt herself tumbling to the floor, her eyelids becoming too heavy to keep open.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she regained consciousness again. The smell of smoke was the first thing that registered in her brain. The heat on her face, on her hands and arms came next. Clara blinked her eyes open, feeling slightly woozy. The feeling dissipated within seconds as she saw the crackling flames inches from her face.

Climbing to her feet, Clara whirled around to get a better look at her surroundings. She seemed to be in her room back on the TARDIS, although she could barely recognize it right now. The walls and ceiling were burning, as was most of the other furniture in the room. Part of the floor were on fire as well, including the place where her head had been a moment ago. There was a strip of the floor that wasn't on fire that she could get across to the door on. Pulling her jacket up to cover her nose and mouth, Clara sprinted across it to the door and out into the hallway.

As soon as she was out of her room, she found that the state of things in the hall was no better than her room. She had just gone out of the frying pan and into the fire. Everything on the wall was blazing with flames or sending off showers of sparks sporadically. The whole place just looked like a hellish version of how it normally was.

"Doctor!" Clara shouted. He had to be on board too. There was no way that he would have just left her aboard the TARDIS when it was like this. He had to be in here somewhere.

"Doctor!" she screamed again, running toward the console room, ducking under beams that had somehow fallen from the ceiling. "Doctor!"

She grabbed the railing to run up the stairs when she entered the console room. The heat on the railing hit her a second later, burning her hand. Clara yelped and jerked it away as she continued running up the stairs. She could look at the damage later. Right now, she had to make sure the Doctor was okay.

When she reached the top of the stairs, Clara stopped short. The upper balcony was on fire like the rest of the TARDIS, all the bookshelves and their beautiful books going up in smoke. It was saddening to see all those books burning like that, especially since many were so rare. A part of the console had broken off and had fallen edge first into the floor, creating a crack through part of the floor. Clara stepped over it, noticing a pair of boots around the edge of the console as she did so.

Clara ran toward them her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She bent down beside him. His eyes were closed, and there was a large gash caked with blood on his head. The worst part of all was that his chest wasn't moving.

"Doctor?" she whispered, giving his shoulders a little shake.

He didn't respond, not even when she shook him a little harder. Clara pressed her head onto his chest. Her heart sank when silence greeted her. Scooting around to the other side, she pressed her head down again. Maybe only one of his hearts was working, and the other was still beating.

"No," she uttered when she heard nothing. "No, no, wake up!"

She tried to resuscitate him the best that she could, but CPR was harder with Time Lords. He wasn't responding though. Clara didn't want to accept that he was gone. After all that he'd done, the Doctor couldn't be gone.

"Please," she pleaded, tears dripping down her cheeks due to grief and the smoke. "Please come back."

"Clara."

It was his voice, she knew it. But his lips hadn't moved, and the voice she heard sounded distant and far away.

"Clara…Clara…CLARA!"

Suddenly, she was no longer in the burning TARDIS, but on a hard bed. The Doctor was above her, his hands cradling her head. Relief was replacing the fear on his face.

"Doctor?" she whispered.

"Clara."

He hugged her tightly for a moment before kissing her forehead. "Oh, my Clara."

She frowned, looking around her surroundings. She was back on the space station by the looks of it. "But you were dead?"

"Sarcala poisoned you," the Doctor explained. "It was all a hallucination. She was about to finish you off, but we got to you in time. She's on a transport to prison now. We got you the antidote to it a few minutes ago. I was worried it wasn't going to work though."

Clara sighed in relief. "Thank goodness."

"So what did you see? That poison apparently creates a sort of nightmare scenario."

"Nightmare's a good word for it," Clara murmured, shuddering at the horrible memory of the TARDIS burning before telling him about it. His face grew more and more concerned throughout the story.

"I'm glad you're okay," he told her at the end of it. "I won't let this happen to you again."

"It's not like it was my first hallucination. After all, remember Christmas."

"Ah yes, Beardy Weirdy," the Doctor nodded. "But it won't happen again. I promise you. Hearts crossed and hope to die."

Clara chuckled and slipped her hand into one of his. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'll keep it," the Doctor replied. "I won't let anything happen to you, Clara Oswald."

Probably my favorite one this week. Maybe because it was a bit more angsty than the fluff I've been writing all week. I tend to write quite a bit of angst, although it usually has a happy ending.

Please review and tell me what you think!