Hide- Part 1

I shot up in my bed, gasping for breath, sweat dripping off my face. My sheets were twisted and half hanging off the bed. "Tardis, lights on at half." I gasped, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, using both hands to rest on my knees. I bowed my head and concentrated on breathing. It was only a nightmare.

Dim light spread, lighting up the room, but still casting shadows across the floor. I looked at the clock on the wall, which I set to Drax's time. At home I would be already in my first class of the day.

I sighed and went to shower. After I finished, I changed into black skinny jeans, black boots, maroon tank top and a jean jacket. I braided my hair with small braids, crown style and left the rest down then headed to the console room.

The Doctor, Clara and I walked up to the house that Major Alec Palmer and Emma Grayling were currently in. The Doctor knocks on the door, grabbed us and pulls us to the side, out of sight of the door.

A man in his late thirties, early forties opened the door. I guessed it was Alec Palmer. The Doctor jumps in front of the door, startling him, "Boo! Hello, I'm looking for a ghost." The Doctor says excitedly.

Alec stars at The Doctor and narrows his eyes, "And you are?"

Clara and I move out from behind The Doctor, "Ghostbusters." Clara said with a smile.

"I'm the Doctor." he holds up his psychic paper and we walked into the house, uninvited.

"Doctor what?" Palmer asks.

"If you like." The Doctor says and shrugged. "And this is Clara and Amelia." The Doctor said and ran over to the tables of equipment that were set up, "Ah, but you are very different. You are Major Alec Palmer. Member of the Baker Street Irregulars, the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare. Specialised in espionage, sabotage and reconnaissance behind enemy lines. You're a talented watercolourist, professor of psychology and ghost hunter. Total pleasure. Massive." The Doctor says, turning to look at Palmer, who looked quite startled that he knew that much information about him.

Emma stepped forward, "Actually, you're wrong. Professor Palmer spent most of the war as a POW."

"Actually, that's a like told by a very brave man involved in very secret operations. The type of man who keeps a Victoria Cross in a box in the attic, eh? But you know that, because you're Emma Grayling, the Professor's companion."

"Assistant."

"It's 1974. You're the assistant and non-objective equipment. Meaning psychic." The Doctor said, explaining the psychic thing to Clara.

"Getting that. Bless you, though." Clara said.

"Relax, Emma. He's Military Intelligence." Palmer said, putting a hand out to calm Emma down, "So, what is all this in aid of?"

"Health and safety. Yeah, the Ministry got wind of what's going on down here. Sent me to check that everything's in order." The Doctor said, lying through his teeth.

Palmer narrowed his eyes, "They don't have the right."

"Don't worry, guv'nor, I'll be out of your hair in five minutes. Oh! Oh, look. Oh, lovely. The ACR 99821. Oh, bliss. Nice action on the toggle switches. You know, I do love a toggle switch. Actually, I like the word toggle. Nice noun. Excellent verb. Oi, don't mess with the settings." The Doctor does a quick sweep with the sonic screwdriver.

"What's that?" Palmer asked.

"Gadget. Health and safety. Classified, I'm afraid. You know, while the backroom boffins work out a few kinks."

"What's it telling you?" I asked, stepping closer to The Doctor.

"It's telling me that you haven't been exposed to any life-threatening transmundane emanations. So, where's the ghost? Show me the ghost. It's ghost time." The Doctor said.

The Doctor leads the way through the darkened corridor with a three pronged candelabra. The Doctor was in front with Palmer, Emma was next to Clara and I followed behind them.

"I will not have this stolen out from under me, do you understand." Palmer told The Doctor.

"Er, no, not really, sorry."

"I will not have my work stolen, then be fobbed off with a pat on the back and a letter from the Queen. Never again. This is my house, Doctor, and it belongs to me."

"This is actually your house?" Clara asked.

Palmer glanced back at Clara, "It is."

"Sorry. You went to the bank and said, you know that gigantic old haunted house on the moors? The one the dossers are too scared to doss in? The one the birds are too scared to fly over? And then you said, I'd like to buy it, please, with my money." Clara asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I did, actually."

"That's incredibly brave."

Something in the house creaked, making me tense up.

"Listen, Major, we just need to know what's going on here." The Doctor said to Palmer.

"For the Ministry."

The Doctor smiled, "You know I can't answer that."

Palmer sighed, "Very well, follow me."

The Doctor takes photographs of himself. Food and drink are already on a collapsible table in the living room, "What's an empathic psychic?" I asked Emma.

"Sometimes I sense feelings, the way a telepath can sense thoughts. Sometimes, though. Not always."

"The most compassionate people you'll ever meet, empathics. And the loneliest. I mean, exposing themselves to all those hidden feelings, all that guilt, pain and sorrow and-" The Doctor continued, not seeing the look on Emma's face.

"Doctor?" Clara warned.

"Yes?"

"Shush."

"Would you care to have a look?" Palmer asked The Doctor. There is a lot of photographs pinned to a board, "Caliburn House is over four hundred years old, but she has been here much longer. The Caliburn Ghast. She's mentioned in local Saxon poetry and parish folk tales. The Wraith of the Lady, the Maiden in the Dark, the Witch of the Well."

"Is she real?" Clara asked, stepping forward to look at the photos, "As in, actually real?"

"Oh, she's real. In the seventeenth century, a local clergyman saw her. He wrote that her presence was accompanied by a dreadful knocking, as if the Devil himself demanded entry. During the war, American airmen stationed here left offerings of tinned Spam. The tins were found in 1965, bricked up in the servants' pantry, along with a number of handwritten notes. Appeals to the Ghast. For the love of God, stop screaming."

"She never changes." I said, looking between all the different photos, "The angle's different, the framing, but she's always in exactly the same position. Why is that?"

Palmer sighed and crossed his arms, "We don't know. She's an objective phenomenon, but objective recording equipment can't detect her-"

"Without the presence of a powerful psychic." The Doctor said, cutting Palmer off.

"Absolutely. Very well done."

"She knows I'm here." Emma said, "I can feel her calling out to me."

"What's she saying?" I asked.

"Help me."

"The Witch of the Well. So where's the well?" The Doctor asked.

"A copy of the oldest plan that we could find. There is no well on the property. None that we could find, anyway." Palmer asked.

The Doctor taps Clara on the head, making her jump and motions to me to come over. I walked over and The Doctor whispered, "You coming?"

"Where?" Clara whispered back.

"To find the ghost."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you want to. Come on."

"Well, I dispute that assertion." Clara said.

"Eh? I'm giving you a face. Can you see me? Look at my face."

Clara glares at The Doctor, "Fine. Dare me."

"I dare you. No takesies backsies." Clara picks up the candelabra and leaves with me following behind her.

'This was not going to end well.' I thought to myself.

"Say we actually find her. What do we say?" Clara asked after a few moments of walking.

"We ask her how she came to be, whatever she is." The Doctor responded.

"Why?"

"Because I don't know, and ignorance is, what's the opposite of bliss?"

"Carlisle." I said.

"Yes. Yes, Carlisle. Ignorance is Carlisle." The Doctor said as we came across a kitchen.

There is a big harp in the room, but the music room is mostly empty, "Ah, the music room. The heart of the house. Do you feel anything?"

"No." Clara said in a small voice.

"Your pants are so on fire." The Doctor said as he took out his sonic screwdriver. It stutters.

"Do you feel like you're being watched?" I asked.

"What does being watched feel like? Is it that funny tickly feeling on the back of your neck?"

"Yes." I breathed.

"Then yes, a bit. Well, quite a big bit." The Doctor responded.

I heard wood creaking.

"I think she's here." Clara whispered.

The Doctor is now by a door, but not the one out to the corridor, "Cold spot. Spooky. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold." The Doctor says, moving from that spot out of it and back in it again and again. The Doctor draws a chalk circle around the cold area.

"Doctor? Doctor!" Clara called out.

"What?" The Doctor answered, now by the door to the corridor.

"I'm not happy."

"No." The Doctor said and rushed out of the room.

"Hey!" Clara yelled. Clara and I ran after The Doctor, Clara stepped in the circle as she ran.

"What was that?" Clara whispered.

I heard a loud slamming noise and suddenly, the candles are blown out. I sucked in my breath, darting my eyes around in the dark.

"Okay, what is that?" Clara asked.

"It's a very loud noise. It's a very loud, very angry noise."

"What's making it?" I whispered, still tense. I rubbed my temple. I was in the process of getting a pounding headache. I would not relax unless I was away from this house.

"I don't know. Are you making it?" The Doctor asked. Then another bang and bang.

"Doctor?" Clara whispered.

The Doctor looked at Clara, "Yes?"

"I may be a teeny, tiny bit terrified."

"Yes?"

"But I'm still a grown-up."

"Mainly, yes, and?"

"There's no need to actually hold my hand." At that, my eyes widened and I looked down at The Doctor's and Clara's hands. The Doctor was not holding her hand. I hated this. I hadn't felt well ever since we left the music room.

"Clara." The Doctor said slowly.

"Yeah?" Clara breathed.

"I'm not holding your hand. The Doctor and Clara look behind them and see nothing. We all screamed and ran down the stairs.

A black circular... thing has appeared, hovering in mid-air in the center of the room. "Has this happened before?" The Doctor asked. As I stepped closer to the black object, the pounding in my head got worse, so I stopped where I was, which was next to the equipment.

"Never." Palmer said, looking at it in shock.

"Camera. Camera!" The Doctor yelled. Clara ran and brought him it. Click, and glass inside the thing cracks. I saw something materialise in front of Emma. I looked around, panicking but no one else seemed to notice but me and her. It was a shiny figure in the woods. My head felt like it was about to explode.

"Doctor?" Clara asked. The Doctor continued to take pictures.

In the distance, I heard a woman scream, "Help me!"

Emma and I stared at each other for a second then we both collapsed, Emma into Palmer's arms and me onto the floor. I hear Clara call, "Doctor!" Then darkness.

A/N: I have posted my first chapter of my next Doctor Who series, Bred for War, if anyone wants to check that out. I don't have a set schedule for posting that story though. I have also decided that Parallel Family will be the last story in my Parallel Universe Series.

Thanks to Reviewer: Noxy the Proxy