Timothy was sitting on a wooden stool in the room he shared with some of the other boys polishing his shoes; it wasn't the most fun thing in the world to do but it kept him busy and out of the way of Jeremy and William.
As he polished he overheard them talking; not that Tim was eavesdropping they were just that loud. "So what do we want to do tonight?" William asked plopping into his bed.
Jeremy smirked. "We could always bug the twerp." He joked referring to Timothy.
Timothy pressed his lips and kept polishing; he was tired of being their target.
Thankfully William shook his head. "Nah, I want to do something new for a change."
After a few minutes Jeremy clapped his hands. "I've got it! How about some beer?"
That caught William's attention. "Where would you get beer?" He scoffed.
"I've got it hidden near the woods. I've just got to sneak out and get it." He grinned like it was an accomplishment.
William smirked. "Okay, prove it, then."
Jeremy nodded with confidence and climbed out the window; Timothy watched and shook his head.
"Great, no sleep tonight." He grumbled.
That night things were pretty quiet in the school; the Doctor was at his desk peering over the map the TARDIS provided while Martha was sitting on his bed studying for her exams.
Martha paused and glanced at the Doctor. "Why don't you take a break?"
He briefly glanced at her. "I can't I'm too nervous."
She tilted her head and frowned. "Why?"
The Doctor turned and looked at her. "It's too quiet and I don't like it." He rubbed the back of his head. "I'm missing something but what?"
She smiled at him. "I think you're worried over nothing."
"Oh, really then how do you explain those creepy scarecrows?" He said going over to the window.
She stood and walked towards him folding her arms. "Well, it's like you said scarecrows aren't meant to look nice."
He shook his head. "There's something wrong with them even without my Time Lord senses I can tell." His voice was grim and something in his eyes made Martha shiver.
She peered at him worried. "Do you think they could be trouble?"
The Doctor shrugged. "I don't know. That's the scary part I don't know."
The Doctor's words did little to comfort her.
"Well, I'm going to bed." Martha replied trying not to sound nervous.
He must've sensed she was now scared and squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sure it'll be alright."
She appreciated his assurance and smiled slightly and went to the door; she had just opened it when a loud blood curling scream caused her jump. "Doctor?"
"Okay, maybe not." He said. He rushed to the window and pushed it open. "Come on!" He said climbing out.
Martha quickly followed. It was dark outside and the only light was from his sonic screwdriver.
"Doctor what are we looking for?" She said struggling to walk through the tall grass; her shoes weren't helping very much.
He shrugged. "Something big and scary, I guess."
"Oh, that narrows it down!" She replied sarcastically.
The Doctor rolled his eyes then paused in the middle of the deserted field and searched around. "Come on where are you?"
Suddenly Martha's terrifying yelp snapped him out of his thoughts. He spun around and a giant scarecrow had grabbed Martha's arm.
"Oh, it was the scarecrows!" He exclaimed slapping his forehead. His eyes widen like a child on Christmas morning and he got closer to the monster. "Oh, aren't you brilliant?" He beamed.
"Uh, Doctor can we admired this thing later?" She snapped trying to break free.
The Doctor sniffed. "Well, Martha correct me if I'm wrong but if this is a scarecrow then all you have to do is this." He took hold of the arm and ripped it off freeing her.
She fell back against his shoulder panting. "What did you do?"
The Doctor looked at her strangely. "Uh, it's made of straw, hello?"
Martha rolled her eyes.
"But don't celebrate yet." He said as the scarecrow stomped towards them. The Doctor pushed Martha out of harms way just as it reached out and tried to snatch him.
"Doctor!" Martha panicked.
The scarecrow swiped his arm again narrowly missing him.
The Doctor ducked. "Whoa! Hang on a second." He replied.
"Catch!" He yelled at it. The Doctor threw the arm back at it then pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the creature setting it on fire.
The flames were so hot and bright they had to stand back.
"Doctor did you have to that?" She frowned.
He scoffed. "Oh, you have a better way to stop an evil walking straw man?"
"No but won't burning it keep us from studying it's DNA?" She asked.
The Doctor shook his head. "I used alien fire. Fast burning and won't harm any evidence."
Soon the fire started to calm and die down leaving behind burnt straw.
"So it burns it enough to stop it but still maintain its DNA?"
He grinned. "You got it, good! I always knew you were brilliant!" The Doctor knelt and gathered some straw into a plastic sandwich bag.
"You keep sandwich bags in your pockets?" Martha scoffed.
He shrugged. "Doesn't everybody?"
She smiled then yawned. "Well, it's been a lovely evening but I'm going to bed."
He was feeling tired himself; one of the downsides to being partially human. He nodded in agreement and followed her back to the school.
As soon as he was back inside his room he placed the bag into his desk then decided to check on Clara.
He got to Clara and Martha's door and cracked it open before going inside. The Doctor smiled at Martha who was already asleep with her medical book clutched in her hand.
He carefully pulled her book from her hand and set it on the dresser. Suddenly he heard a sleepy moan from Clara.
She yawned and slowly sat up. "John?" Clara squinted.
The Doctor smiled. "Hi." He whispered.
He went over and knelt beside her bed and kissed her hand.
"Hi, are you okay?" She asked.
"Yep, why?" He asked.
"I heard a noise so I came into your room and your window was open and you were gone." Clara said concerned. She came closer. "Where were you?"
He cleared his throat. "Well, I heard something and one has to be outside if one wants to investigate, right?"
She lowered her eyes shyly and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I guess."
He came closer and rested his forehead against hers. "Besides didn't you know investigating was my hobby?" The Doctor grinned.
Clara giggled softly as he sat on her bed. She felt his arms around her and breathed in the scent of his shirt.
God, she loved him. She looked into his dark brown eyes and their fingers intertwined.
"You know it seems like you disappear a lot especially when something strange happens. Clara said softly.
The Doctor kissed her the top of her head. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to worry you."
She smiled. "As long as you come back to me I don't mind." Clara touched his face. "Just stay safe out there."
"I promise." The Doctor replied.
She pulled him towards her and tenderly kissed him.
The Doctor kissed her back; her lips tasted like peppermint and were like silk against his after being out in that cold wind.
After the kiss she glanced at him. "So you're alright?"
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Absolutely."
Clara blushed. "Okay, I better get back to bed."
The Doctor gave her one more kiss goodnight then left shutting the door behind him and smiled before turning in.
Meanwhile Martha was fast asleep when she heard a tapping at her door. Martha struggled to open her eyes, grabbed her robe and cracked the door open. Timothy standing outside in the hall motioning her to come out.
She checked behind her and saw Clara was still asleep then quietly left the room. When she approached Timothy he appeared frantic and pulled her aside.
"Miss Martha, there's a problem." He said sounding very worried.
"What's wrong?" Martha asked.
"I think something really bad has happened to Jeremy."
"How do you know?" Martha asked.
"He snuck out to get some beer." Tim replied.
"So, that's not unusual." She replied.
He groaned. "Martha, that was hours ago and his bed is still empty!"
Author's Notes: I knew one boy was name Jeremy but I didn't know the name of the other boy so I made one up, sorry. But I hope you like this chapter! :)