The Warning Song

Part II

By: Cutegirlmayra(So… I've been having Whouffle/cleven/cloctor feels, -seriously guys, we need to think of an official name here-, and well.. After getting more research, I made this~ also, to one of my reviews, Whose says I'm NOT Moffat? XDDD cause the name gives it away right?! lol, sorry, actually, I really loved that comment. thank you ^^ and don't stop them! please?)

The Doctor began running around the starish planet helplessly intrigued at everything he came into contract with. Pointing his Sonic screw-driver at it, he made Clara almost smile at his childish behaviors.

"So…? What have you found, then?" she asked, after letting him survey the area in peace for a moment or two.

"Fascinating! What a rich soil," he picked up some soil near a purple bush and let it fall from his hands. Once lifted into his hand, the dirt became like sand and stopped blinking. It changed it's color to a maroon like red and the Doctor looked seriously around at the ground. "Something is sending a signal to the earth, causing it to light up like a beacon. But to have one on this kind of scale! Glorious!" the doctor got up, spreading his arms wide and taking large strides like a mad man around the area.

"But for what cause? They must have a reason for such a huge warning sign, right?"

"Exactly, good observation Clara." The doctor came back, pounding his sonic screw driver playfully in his hands and then giving Clara his signature grin. "Now then, let's see what all the fuss is about, yes?" he offered her his hand.

She smiled, "Another adventure then, ay?" she took his hand, looking a little flirty.

"Well, you never know when a world needs to be saved, am I right?!" he eagerly took it, and then dragged her along as he made his way to what his Sonic screw-driver was telling him had civilization.

The land was almost desertly, and was still blinking rather brightly. The winds roared and there seemed to be no water really anywhere. When the doctor first saw a hill, he figured that over it would be a crater of some kind with a town below.

"According to my data, woah.." he leaned slightly to the side, having lost his balance on a dune they were steeply on. Causing him and clara to have to regain form for a moment, "There seems to be a lot of people living in this area, ahhh-!" he almost tripped and went backwards, he failed his free hand about, but clara still had the other so she pulled him back up. "Thanks, love." he smiled to her, huffing and puffing at the long walk they just had.

"No problem, doctor. Watch your footing, now." she didn't really think much of the 'love' part, but the Doctor was kinda hoping for a blush…

Once they got to the top of the dune and then crawled the rest of the way up the small bump on the top, which he loving called a hill, they looked over to see lines and lines of what looked to be people just staring at each other from each side.

"D-doctor… they look like humans.." Clara squinted her eyes. "Like the little girl."

"Nope, haha! There emothians!" he exclaimed in a excited whisper, and then ducked his head again while looking the people over.

"E- what?" Clara questioned.

"Emothians! They live off of emotional energy produce from feeling creatures. Huamns, for example." he gave her a quick side-nod and smiled again. "I haven't seen some in… oh let's say.. A thousand years actually. Wow, was I that young?" he seemed to look up and reminisce when suddenly a loud melody was sung by people on the other side of the line.

"Doctor…."

"Yes, Clara?"

"…Are they singing..?"

"Yes, Clara. They are singing."

"…Why..? Is it another God again?"

"No, no. that's there language. They sing to channel there emotions through one another."

"You mean express." Clara corrected him.

"No, I mean channel." The doctor looked to Clara, holding up the hand that was previously holding hers and seeming like he was going to explain a concept to her. "They quite literally 'give' or 'show' how there feeling by singing to you. The part of the mind that hears is then effected with the vibrations, causing the part of your brain that produces feelings too-" he noticed he had lost her and rolled his eyes. "In part, they make you feel what they want you to feel. And that's how they communicate, not through pretty words, but pretty music." he smiled and closed his eyes, listening to the song.

"Oh…" Clara mimicked the Doctor and tried to listen to the loud and kinda scary song. "…Why isn't the TARDIS translating this to me?"

"Shh, Clara! I can't translate if I can't hear the song…"

"But doctor, only a few moments ago, I was speaking Russian."

"The Emothians language is untranslatable because it IS emotion itself! There are many languages in the alien tongue that can't be translated. For example, my own." he looked back to the people. "hang on.." he poped his head higher up. "that's not a war formation is it?" he suddenly took a moment to think about this…. And then was off running down the dune shouting, "No-no-no-no-no, not while I'm here! Hello!~ I knew your ancestors! They were friendly!" he said the last line, while flailing his arms around to not lose balance, with a since of hope that they're ancestors would be too. "Come on, Clara!" he finally called.

"D-Doctor! Wait!" Clara tried to crawl up but some dirt morphed into sand under her pressure for causes that were unknown to her as she yelped and started rolling down the dune.

The doctor turned around in a bit of horror, as the shocked humanoid people looked to them and stopped there singing. However, some starting singing a sound that sounding like they were shocked or curious by the newcomers.

The doctor ran a little back up and stopped Clara from rolling off, however, he fell over in this act and kind of laughed as he was pushed over by her veracity. "Ha, I can't take you anywhere, now can I?" he teased, having her laying over him from an angle.

"Offph! Doctor, shut up." Clara said, frustrated and wanting to get off of him.

A warrior approached them, and held a hand out to them, and began to sing a calm but assertive song. "Oh my! Doctor! Why am I suddenly feeling like I'm being questioned?!"

"Cause you are." the doctor got up and straightened his bow tie and then tugged on his coat. "Right then, I'm the Doctor. This is Clara. However, I'm pretty sure you might of heard of me more than her." the warrior crocked his head back and to the side, giving them a suspicious look. He sang another song and the Doctor shimmered a little as he acted as though he was being tickled. "Feeling emotions involuntarily is kind of exciting!" he said suddenly, then looked back to Clara to see her flustered look as she huffed and tried to fix her hair. She didn't seem one bit amused, and so he cleared his throat and tried a little harder to impress her. Turning to the Emothian, who was still singing slightly, he approached him with confidence and smiled, "Now then, why are you starting a war and sending a distress signal into space then, ay? Something you need help with? Emothians express feelings like a language," he began to walk around the warrior, and the warrior was so shocked and focusing so hard on reading the Doctor's emotions that he didn't stop him, just followed him with his hand. "War would be improbable if you can clearly express feelings, unless, someone or something has disturbed you enough to start conflicting with others feelings. Now tell me, what would turn a peaceful race of hippies into war monkey's hmm?" he stood in the middle of the two armies. "Well? Anyone want to fill me in?" no one answered, just whispered tunes to each other, like a crowd would mutter. "…alright then.." the doctor crocked his head with a crack. "LALALALALA~! LALA!" he started to sing, making Clara jump slightly in shock.

"LALALA~ LALA!" he lifted his arms up, as if he was the star in an opera, "LALA-" he turned around but the warrior Emothian punched him in the face and knocked him clear out, having the doctor fall smack down onto the ground.

"-oct….or….Do-!…..-or! DOCTOR!" fainted echoes were heard as the doctor slowly woke up, being in some sort of moving Arabian or Indian like cart. Where a leather was used as a vale as long pulls were on two side of a box in the center, and men were carrying these pulls on there shoulders, usually you would see it for royalty, but not this time…

"C-clara…? Clara!" the Doctor spung up, as Clara moved slightly back. "Where are we?" the doctor turned over and looked around, trying to see the shadows through the leather vale.

"I don't know! But a little girl made me feel like I shouldn't be frightened… that's odd to say, isn't it?" Clara put her hand to her chest, not sure how to explain what the little girl had made her feel. "Doctor, why do they hold there hands up to you?"

"It's the signal wave, they point it to the source they're trying to feel or express feeling too. Like an antenna, but it's only for directional purposes, the music is still what counts." the doctor got up, since the box was a large rectangle and the leather all hand stitched he tried to peek through the lose holes. "Ah… seems were in a cavaan of sorts. They taking us somewhere…"

"Doctor, where are we? Or more properly, what are we in?" Clara seemed to demand to know, still crotched down. She moved her arms up and down to show her discomfort at being carried, having the whole cart thing bounce made her fall over and her and the doctor bounce a bit.

"Seems were in a Litter, or Gama, Sedan chair, Jiao, Norimono. Whatever language you want it in, sweetheart. Now stand back." the doctor stood back and kicked the leather out, making the people outside let out a song of fear and fright as he looked to Clara with an outstretched hand, "Come on then!"