Gone

Friday, much like her students, was Clara Oswald's favourite day of the week. Friday meant the best cafeteria food, which meant no disgusting 'meat' or over cooked noodles, and it was the only day of the week where they served dessert. This not only put Clara in a good mood, but her students as well.

The other best part about Friday were her students. At this point during the week, most got their work done on time, so they didn't have to suffer through hours of homework on the weekend. That meant she didn't have to nag her students about getting their work in. Also, on other days during the week, struggling students would come in after school for extra help. On Fridays though, hardly anyone came in for help.

Clara was able to leave almost right after school ended. Her night would consist of marking assignments while watching any movie should could get her hands on. She hoped she could everything done that night, because Saturday The Doctor was coming, and she would rather not have to worry about marking assignments while they were off traveling the universe.

"Clara!" A voice called as she left the school.

A smile appeared on Clara's face. Turning around, she called back, "Hey Danny."

The man caught up to her, and the two walked in sinc. It was warm for Autumn. The trees covering the school grounds were shades of orange, and yellow. It was quite beautiful.

"So," Danny started, "What are you up to this weekend?"

"Very exciting things, Mr. Pink. Things so exciting, you wouldn't even believe it!" Clara replied.

Danny laughed at her response, "So marking I assume?"

"Yep! It's the highlight of my week!" Clara reponed, sarcastically as possible.

"That doesn't sound that fun, but I think I know a way to make it better."

"Oh really?" Clara asked, her smile brightening.

"Yes." Danny declared, "I was thinking a dinner, tonight, at six. Maybe we could catch a movie afterwards. I could pick you up?"

"I don't know, marking seems pretty fun to me," Clara smiled, "But I think I could squeeze that in!"

"Great! By the way, do you need a ride home?"

"Thanks Danny, but this might be the last chance I get to walk home. It beautiful out today!" Agreeing, Danny kissed Clara on the cheek, before heading towards his car, waving goodbye.

Clara couldn't wipe the smile off her face on the way home. This would be her and Danny's sixth official date, not including all the lunch dates they had at the school. She really liked Danny, even if most of the students at the school were scared of him.

The two hadn't done anything serious yet. They hadn't kissed, or gone on any fancy dates, but Clara didn't mind. With how fast everything seemed to go with The Doctor, taking it slow was kind of nice.

Clara turned a corner, and headed down an abnormally deserted street. Most of the time the street had quite a few people on it. She was just earlier than usual, that's all. Most people hadn't gotten off work yet. Right?

Either way, she grabbed her Stunner out of her bag, and stuffed it in her jacket pocket. The Doctor had given it to her after she got kidnapped in Norway. Not the country, the planet. After three days boiling in the desert (Norway was nothing like Norway) The Doctor had found her, and promptly gave her something to defend herself with. The Stunner would basically knock the wind out of anything that attacked her, giving her time to get away. It also had a tracker that the TARDIS would be able to find. The Stunner looked similar to a gun, but was smaller, much less lethal, and bright purple. I looked like something out of a cartoon

Clara walked quickly, trying to get to a busier street. It was so empty her footsteps echoed. About halfway down the street, she noticed two men sitting on a bench on the opposite side. They both were on their phones.

A few steps later, she heard a call from one of the men.

"Hey! Wait!" one of the two yelled. She again turned around as the two men caught up behind her.

The one that yelled was American, judging by the accent. The one that yelled had dark brown hair, almost black. He had a strange beard, that looked immensely familiar. The man was carrying a metallic, red, suitcase in his hand. The other man was slightly taller than the first. This one had dirty blond hair, and a clean shaven face. He was carrying a long duffle bag.

"How can I help you?" Miss. Oswald asked.

The two men looked at each other in what looked liked shock. The blond one stepped forward, "Are you Clara Oswald?" She nodded, "Nice to meet you, I'm Clint, and this is Tony. We have a few questions for you."

"Is this going to be quick, I've got lots to do when I get home." Clara asked, forcing a smile onto her face.

The second man, Tony, replied, "Of course! We've only got a few questions for you, don't worry!"

"Our first question is, where can we find The Doctor," Clint asked, surprisingly gentle.

The question makes Clara's heart skip a beat. U.N.I.T and Torchwood people were the only ones who were suppose to know about The Doctor. They would have identified themselves straight from the start. So who these people, and how did they know about The Doctor?

"The Doctor?" Clara asked, trying to slow her heartbeat to a normal rate, "Doctor who?"

Clint speaks again, "I think you know exactly what we're talking about."

"Well," Clara begins, her hand tightening around the Stunner "I have Doctor Moore as my dentist, Doctor Cooper as my optometrist, Doctor Kim as m-"

Tony sighed, eyes fixed on his phone, "Clara, you seem like a nice girl," It felt like something was crawling up Clara's leg, but she was too scared to try and brush it off. "and it would really suck if we had to hurt you."

Questions were one thing, but threatening was taking it too far. Without hesitating, she whipped out the Stunner, and pointed it at Clint, who happened to be the closest to her.

Both men threw their hands in the air, letting their bags fall.

"Ok kiddo, why don't you lower your weapon, and we can figure this out," Clint says, not taking his eyes off the Stunner.

"You're the one threatening me!" Clara retorted, feeling something crawl up her back, "Why should I put it down!"

"Clara, let's just calm down ok. I was just kidding about hurting you! You are perfectly safe with us!" with that, Tony took a step forward.

The second Tony had moved, Clara had pressed the trigger. With a flash of light, Tony was on the ground unconscious.

"Tony!" Clint gasped, leaning down to help his friend. Clara took the opening and booked it down the street.

She ditched her flats, and held onto her bag for dear life. She could hear the heavy footfalls of the man behind her. She was too terrified to look back.

She zigzagged as she ran, hoping that the man wouldn't get a chance to catch her. Her feet hurt every step. She couldn't stop. She was not going to get caught by whatever monster was behind her. She could feel whatever was crawling up her on her neck.

A hand suddenly caught her elbow, yanking her back. Losing her balance, she fell into the chest of the thing behind her. Arms wrapped around her stomach, pinning her arms to her side.

"Calm down!" Clint said, as she struggled in his arms, "You need to calm down!"

Clara did exactly that. She took a deep breath, a stopped moving. The arms around her slacked slightly.

"See, there's no need to panic. We just need you to come in wi-" Clint's sentence was cut short as he yelled in pain. Clara had bit him, "Tony, now!"

Clara felt a shock at her neck. Her legs gave out, then her arms went slack, forcing her to drop her bag. The last thing she saw were pages from her bag rolling down the street.

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"I could have died Clint. Died. And what the Avengers be without me? Nothing. The Avengers would have no funding, and no face. My face is beautiful, and needed to keep its good image going," Tony ranted to Clint as they headed back to the jet. It was in the field behind the houses.

"Oh come on Tony," Clint said, rolling his eyes, "My face could easily replace yours! Besides, if anyone is going to die, it's probably going to be me. She bit me, and we have no idea what she is. For all I know, I could end up like that guy from District 9."

Tony gaped at him, "You know the world's crappiest movie, but not any good eighties songs!"

"First of all," Clint paused, readjusting the girl in his arms, before continuing, "District 9 is a decent film. I can think of worse, like Sharknado, or The Human Centipede. That movie was horrifying! Second of all, is there any good eighties songs?"

"I'm offended!" Tony declared.

"Good!" Clint let the smile fade from his face as he looked down on Clara, "You know, for knowing someone so dangerous, she really wasn't." Tony gave him a confused look, "I mean, she totally could have killed you there, instead she just knocked you out to get away."

Tony took a minute to think, "I totally agree. But if I start growing an arm from my forehead, I'm blaming you. Also, that was a pretty good idea to put up those road construction signs. Seriously, people avoided the road like the plague."

Clint gave Tony a crooked grin, "I am pretty smart, aren't I."

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The Doctor was excited. He had the perfect trip planned for his and Clara's Sunday trip. First, he would take her to see a supernova. They would get to see the beauty of a sun exploding. He would tell her about all the aliens the sun had kept warm. He would tell her the folklore of the people that used to inhabit the planets rotating around that sun. She would love it!

He would then taker her to Aberath. Aberath was known for having some of the best food in the entire universe. They would pack up the food from there and head to Berfered. It was one of his favorite places. Berfered had beautiful forests with bright blue leaves, and pink undergrowth.

He honestly couldn't wait to show Clara. If they were lucky, no trouble would follow them, and they would be able to enjoy something without running for their lives.

The Doctor paced in the TARDIS, waiting for Clara. Last time he had gone Clara's door, she had a guest over. A male guest to be exact. She had pushed him out of her apartment before he even had a chance to make sure he wasn't some sort of evil alien. Or human. Evil humans could be as bad as evil aliens.

Frustrated, The Doctor checked the time (and date) on the console. Unless the TARDIS was wrong, Clara was five hours late. She was never this late.

The Doctor paced the TARDIS one last time before pushing through the doors. It was warm outside, abnormally warm for a normal Autumn day in England.

The TARDIS was parked in the small field area behind Clara's apartment. She could have easily seen the TARDIS from her window. So where was she?

As he stalked towards her building, he began to wonder if maybe she didn't want to come today. Maybe she was busy. Maybe she was with her male guest that she didn't want to introduce him to. Had his breath his breath stank that day? Had he been he dressed oddly? Was she embarrassed by him?

Wait, no! He couldn't think about that now! He had more important issues at hand.

The slow elevator took him up to the eighth floor. He had never been so happy that Clara had given him a key to her apartment (Even if he didn't need it.)She had said, "If you trust me with a key to your TARDIS, then I trust you with a key to my apartment. Don't lose it though, or you are paying to replace it."

He couldn't help but smile at that though.

The elevator dinged, and opened at Clara's level. He quickly walked down the hall, and quickly knocked on Clara's door. When no one answered, he knocked again. Clara's door didn't open, but her neighbors door did.

"Hello Mrs. Ellis!" Mrs. Ellis had three kids, all under the age of six. She had roped both Clara, and himself into babysitting them once, and even for him they were wild. "Have you seen Clara anywhere today?"

Mrs. Ellis gave him a sad look, "Oh, honey. You didn't hear?" The Doctor shook his head, "Why don't you come inside for some tea. The kettle just finished boiling."

The Doctor followed her into the messy apartment. She lead him to the kitchen, and quickly poured him some tea. She set some sugar, and cream next to it, letting him decide what to put in it.

The Doctor put several spoonfuls of sugar in his tea, "So, have you seen Clara?"

"John," It took The Doctor a moment to remember that was his human name, "Clara was walking home alone yesterday." She took a moment, tears welling up in her eyes, "They say some kids found the bag, with her phone and all in it. The kids didn't think much of it, until they saw the blood on the ground. There was only a little of it, but their parents phoned the police. The police came, and identified the bag as Clara's. When they asked the people in the surrounding buildings, only one person saw anything, and they said two men had taken Clara."

The Doctor blinked, trying to comprehend what had just been said.

Clara, his impossible girl, was missing.

Clara, his impossible girl, had been kidnapped.

Clara had been taken by someone (something) and there was no way he was going to let her go like that.