The Warning Song Part III
By: Cutegirlmayra (Ugh, I've had so many whouffle feels that nothing else matters and everything hurts so good…~ so, I haven't been writing stories. No, instead, I've been preoccupied on tumblr. Terribly, not, sorry. But Whouffle does that to the best of us. Now then, I think I'll write the next chapter, since the last episode is going to be released this week and I can't contain my sorrow nor excite(and fear) on this. Here ya go!)
Clara nodded and took his hand, as he pulled her up, the tight and uncomfortable space forced her to stand rather tightly close next to him. "Um..uh… D-doctor?"
"Not now, Clara! Angry aliens!" he ripped the leather out and then turned around to her, "Oh! Oooh, that's what- oh, um… here just… ow!" he fidgeted a little as he tried to move so she could get out first, not wanting to make this anymore awkward. The problem was, the more he moved, the more the other side of the cart's leather veil began to break. Finally, the doctor heard a tear near his elbow and gulped quietly. "Oh dear…" it broke and he fell, but was able to manage holding on to the two sides with his hands. Outside, the people sang some more of the same terrified and panicky song. The men holding the cart began to run faster, seeing the Doctor was trying to escape. By this time, they had successfully transferred the Doctor and Clara to there city, which looked like millions of villages all squished onto one plot of ground. In the far back, looked like a large temple that Aztecs or Mayan people would of built on earth. But of course, some alien details were included, making it slightly different…
"Doctor-Woah!" Clara stuck her head out and almost fell out too, but she grabbed one side of the cart as it began to bounce more from the rushing Emothians.
"C-ar-ar-ar-a!" The Doctor's bouncing head screamed, trying to get her attention.
"H-ho-ol-ol-d on-on!" Clara bent down while bouncing and grabbed the Doctor's coat, with a huge gust of energy, she was able to use a bounce from the cart to help fling him back inside.
"AHHH! OFFPH!" the Doctor and Clara had been thrown back into the cart as the Emothians stopped at the temple's steps. Three women and a small girl suddenly started to repair the leather by clipping on other layers. The Doctor was turned to the side of Clara as they both slowly, but weakly dizzy, sat up. The Doctor saw the ladies tying the leather and quickly tried to protest, "What..? Wait! No-no-no-no-no-..!" When he was about to stop them, the little girl lifted her hand and he suddenly stopped.
"Doctor? Doctor! What's wrong?" Clara got up, using the Doctor's shoulder to assist her as she held her aching head and shook him a bit.
"It's the little girl, she's making me feel compliable!" he couldn't take his eyes off the little girl, as she contently looked to the two of them and continued a lovely, and entrancing melody.
Clara began to feel it too, and slowly removed her hand off of the Doctor's shoulder and watched involuntarily as the women patched the leather the Doctor had broken through.
Not to long after the gruesome rickety rockety movements of the cart up the steps of the temple, the Emothians took Clara and the Doctor out and tied there hands behind there backs. Clara tried not to panic but the little girl stepped up again and raised her hand. Again, the Doctor and Clara weren't even able to speak, but were entranced by the little girl's sudden song of contentment and reassurance.
"D-Doctor..?" Clara seemed to be able to muster out a word.
"Yes, Clara?" the Doctor responded after smacking his lips twice.
"I don't think I like… having emotions forced upon me." she stated, as the Emothians moved them into the main throne room of the temple, or so it seemed.
"Me neither, Clara.. And emotions were hard enough for me." he mumbled back in a rather annoyed tone of voice.
The Emothians untied there hands and sang a song to what looked like there chief king. The chief king stroked his small beard and looked to the two strange creatures. The little Emothian girl stopped singing and the Doctor and Clara moved freely again, shaking themselves free of the hold she had on them, and sighed in relief at the same time.
"… Well, then… what are they doing now?" Questioned Clara, looking around at them.
"I'm guessing, from the lack of animal and/or wild life around here, that there studying us for a moment before decided if we're a threat or a blessing." concluded the Doctor. "I mean, let's face it Clara. What would a Human do if an Alien landed on there planet?"
"…experiment on them..?" Clara weakly looked to the Doctor, a bit of fear in her eyes.
"Ha, no. Not this time. They don't seem to have the right resources too-" suddenly the Doctor was cut off when he realized that the Chief King had silenced the people, and, holding out his hand, he moved it around to let the people know what he was planning, singing a 'not so promising' song to the Doctor's well-trained ear. Then, slowly lowered his hand and smiled to the Doctor and Clara.
"Uh-oh…" The Doctor stepped back a moment, seeming to be frightened now too.
"W-what?"
"You may have been right, Clara. They're going to experiment on us."
"W-what do you mean, Doctor!? You just said-!"
"I know what I just said!" the Doctor tried to turn around a make a run for it when the people's spears forced him to return back to Clara's side. "But they know they can control us with there emotions… that we are feeling beings."
"Like themselves right? So we should be the same-"
"EEEhh, wrong." the Doctor mimicked a buzzer and quickly grabbed her hand, patting it as if trying to calm her down. But really, the motion was more for him then her. "They have an immunity to being controlled by emotions, it's part of their genetic make up." he leaned down and kissed her hand and looked nervously around again. "We're going to turn into Saturday night live. The big event you may ask? living puppeteering."
Suddenly, the Chief king, who had long feathers in his big, golden hat and a long ancient looking robe that seemed similar to Egyptian like clothing, got up with a giddy expression on his face. He first swung his hand to the Doctor, and the Doctor was flung back a bit, his body flinching to the left slightly.
"Doctor!? What's wrong?!" Clara slowly moved back and away from him.
"Ohhhh, I'm resisting!" he flinched again to the right. "OOOOOH, this feels weird! Kinda hurts a bit too, OH-HO!" suddenly he spun around and the crowd laughed. He fell to the ground and looked a bit shocked. "Clara…" he said, having his face squished to the ground.
"Y-yes?" Clara was still moving away from him, still unsure of what to do.
"Anything I say or do in the next few minutes,…uugh, means nothing at all, alright?" his body suddenly started to shake as he suddenly flung himself up off the ground.
"Doctor!"
"Can't fight it anymore..!" The Doctor closed his eyes shut as the chief king let out a long note. Then, the Doctor suddenly seemed to beam with giddy joy.
"LOOK AT THIS PLACE!" he looked around, with a happy-go-lucky grin on his face. "IT'S GORIOUS! JUST GORIOUS! DON'T YOU THINK SO, CLARA?!" he skipped around the circle, in complete and utter bliss, as the Emothians held out there hands and laughed or sang joyful tunes along with him. He commented on the beautiful agriculture and how he was considering staying to explore the beauty of the planet more. On and on he went, praising the planet that had entrapped them and blinked a scary light.
The Chief stopped singing and chuckled, as the feeling of delight lingered in the doctor for a moment.
He danced and suddenly started gasping for air as the smile left his face, "Well.. That was rude…hehe.." he said, suddenly smiling again. "Clara, he's after you next, get ready." The Doctor bent over and tried to regain his breath from the skipping and leaping while prancing and dancing to and fro that he had just done moments ago. He pointed to Clara from behind him and let himself gain his composure.
"M-me!? Oh, no. no-no-no-no! you tell him to stop this, NOW!" Clara seemed more frightened then ever as she ran backwards trying to escape, holding her hand out and shaking it as if to non-verbally tell the chief king she wanted nothing to do with this game.
"Let it go, Clara. They'll be bored with us soon enough and know we're not a threat." the Doctor tried to reassure her, slowly getting up from pushing off his knees.
"Your lying!" she tried to move the spears but the Emothians just laughed and turned the spikes over to the stick sides and pushed her back. "OFFPH!" she fell over and glared at them. "Doctor… just promise me it will be okay."
"…I'll keep you safe and alive…"
Clara nodded, knowing that wasn't a lie and getting up, closing her eyes as the Chief King began to sing and moved his hand to her location.
Clara suddenly started to cry, "WHY DID YOU SEND ME HERE!? THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL, AND… AND… MY HAIR! WHHAAA." Clara started balling, making the Doctor freak out and look around.
"Clara?"
"OH, SHUT UP!" she started to wipe her nose on her sleeve and cry harder now. The Doctor ran then, as quickly as he could to her and grabbed her from behind.
"There, there. Shush, your alright." he tried to comfort her, stroking her hair and looking around at the laughing Emothians, but he didn't seem to help him as she let herself fall to the ground again.
"There laughing at me-he-he…Uhhhwwaaahaha…" She hit the ground with her hands and teared up some more, wailing a bit now. "I'm so useless." she sniffed, "I can't help you, or assists you… whatever it is I'm meant to do, I CAN'T!" she whined, getting angry with herself and then placing her hands over her face.
"No, no, no, Clara, clara…" the Doctor gave up trying to get her to stand and just knelt next to her, pulling out a handkerchief and giving it a good whip in the air and then having her take it. "You're a great companion!" he almost cooed the words out, but lovingly tried to comfort her.
"I…I am..?" she took the handkerchief and blew her nose into it. "But I don't do anything but follow you around.."
"Nonsense!" the Doctor smiled and sat down next to her, "Why, you're a clever girl! You've been helpful to me from the get-go. Honest, ya have." he said, reassuring her. "And besides, I need someone to keep me from being lonely… and your…" he looked at her for a moment, as she looked at him with tear stricken eyes, holding the handkerchief up to her face to hide half of her face that was below the nose. Still, her watery eyes sparkled and glistened as the Doctor's hearts seemed to melt suddenly. A bright and cheery smile formed on his face as he said, "..Well, your perfect, Clara…" he whispered gently out, and crocked his head to the side slightly, seeing a piece of daring hair was obscuring his lovely view of her eyes as she seemed to smile and giggle slightly at his words. Without much thinking, he moved the hair,…. Then suddenly freaked out and seemed to smack his hand, scolding it and glaring at it with an accusing finger.
"Doctor… do you mean that?" She wiped her eyes and smiled, "Or was he controlling you too?"
"Your back?" the Doctor looked a bit stunned.
"Hehe,… I think the big guy is more interested in your feelings right now then controlling and manipulating mine." she pointed to the Chief King.
The Chief King's eyes were full of sympathy and he started to tear up slightly too. The Doctor's eyes widened and he tried to brush it off as he looked away and tugged out his coat. "Emhm." but his embarrassment only escalated when the entire crowd was holding there hands out in his direction, all smiling with tears forming in their eyes.
"Oh… Shut up." he spat out,….. blushing.
"Doctor.. Why can't we communicate to them what we're feeling? When they can obviously read are emotions quite efficiently." Clara started to wonder, looking around at them and slowly getting up on one knee.
"Well, Clara. I tried that, and they punched me… hard to be specific." The Doctor rubbed his face, and was sorta glad Clara changed the subject. But with the feeling gone, the Chief King got bored again and began to whisper a melody, one that Clara couldn't hear…
"Well, let's be frank, your singing was alright, but you can't just blurt out stuff like, 'La, la, la.' there's no meaning in those words. And without meaning, there emotionless. Ah-ha! Doctor! What if we sang a real song! The lyrics would convey meaning for us, causing us to convey emotion to them!" she turned around, happy again and for her conclusion on the matter as the tears were gone from her eyes. But something odd had happened with the Doctor. "Doctor..?" Clara was suspicious and slightly confused, before slowly looking up to the Chief King and seeing his lips moving. "..Doctor..?"
"You truly are clever, Clara… so…clever…" the Doctor slowly started to move toward her.
"D-Doctor?" Clara slowly moved away, but the Doctor made his way up and over her, leaning down slightly.
"You know, I don't believe I ever told you how completely adorable your height is to me… Or the fact that your mystery is quite… well,.." he shrugged as he looked up, and then back down with a sly smile, "Time-Consuming. I mean… I practically think about it every day…"
"My what?! Doctor! Get off of me!" she tried to get him off, but he was so strong all of a sudden. He grabbed her wrist and forced her down again, the Crowd seemed to 'Aw' the gesture as Clara rolled her eyes. "Oh no…".
Seeing as The Doctor and her… well, mostly her, might never get out of this mess, Clara just stopped moving and stared unamusingly at the Doctor.
"Well,… you don't seem very pleased."
"Not. In the Slightest." Clara blinked her eyes slowly, waiting for the Chief King to take a breath or something. But he kept singing away.
"You know, I don't like the whole plan we've got set out." he suddenly moved off of her, shocking her a bit as she got up.
"What do you… mean?" her eyes followed his movements cautiously as he got up, she also thought it best not to stay down near the floor any longer either.
"Why every Wednesday?" he turned around, pouting with a bit of fit coming on. "I mean, you could live in the Tardis. That's what all the other companions did." he stuffed his hands in pockets and huffed around, then suddenly took them out and folded them. "You're my companion! why do you have to nanny those kids anyway?"
"I'm sorry." Suddenly spoke up Clara, getting a bit angry at his attitude all of a sudden, and surprisingly for real. "But I supposed you we're looking for a friend, not hiring for a babysitter." she glared at him slightly.
"Hey, hey now. Don't get mad! I should of known… bringing the kids into the conversation would make you snap.." he mumbled the last bit after trying to calm her down.
"You-What?!" now she was getting ticked off. "Oui! You just assaulted me, and now all of sudden your, 'Oh, Clara doesn't notice me. She's all about the actual children that need her'. Really!? Your going to act like this? How old are you, again?"
The crowd was loving this, they laughed and laughed as the chief king had to stop singing for a moment to regain his breathe.
"WOAH!" the Doctor suddenly came back. "Haha! I'm back! It's okay, Clara! I'm back!" he rushed over to her.
"Oh no! you stay back!" Clara halted him dead in his tracks.
"What..?"
"Is that really how you feel? That you want me all to yourself inside that little blue box?"
"It's not little, and…" the tried to look away and put his hand up to his face, seeming innocent. "From time to time,… it seems… ya know,.."
"What? Seems like what?"
"That the kids can hold there own is all!" he suddenly blurted out. The crowd continued to stop singing, just laughing at the great entertainment of mixed emotions they were getting.
"So.. .that's how it is, eh? Well, I'm nothing more to you than what these Emothians are making of us! Entertainment! Human channel number-o uno. Am I right? Mr. great and powerful Timelord can't even take off in his little snog box without a human pet to impress or run around with! Is that what you do? Take me for a walk every Wednesday?"
"Oui… now.. That's going to far. No human as ever been my pet before, nor will they ever be." The Doctor stated bluntly. "And frankly, I don't like your attitude. -And another thing!" the Doctor stomped up to her and pointed a finger right in her face, "How is the Tardis suppose to like you, or even I for that matter, If you keep calling her a 'Snog box' eh?!"
"…So then that's it… it's over.." Clara looked sadly toward the doctor, but anger still filled her eyes.
The Doctor's voice suddenly became softer, more scared than shocked. "What is..?"
"This. This whole thing. It's over then." she started to walk away.
"Hang on…Clara..!" the Doctor suddenly seemed to grow desperate. He grabbed her arm, "Don't go."
"Let go of me! You made it very clear that I'm nothing more than any other human can be to you! Just pick another one up then!"
The crowd grew silent, and the little Emothian girl stuck her head out of the crowd, her expression was one of sadness and she seemed to want to help them somehow….
"Clara… no wait, I didn't mean.." the Doctor tried, but Clara yanked her arm free. "…You could never be like any other human." the Doctor's voice was powerful, it echoed and frightened the crowd into jolting back a bit from the two of them.
Clara looked back, but didn't move, just stared at his face.
The little Emothian girl held out her hand, but didn't speak a word. One to Clara… and then another toward the Doctor….
"…Clara, your like nothing I've ever seen before. Your… well, your impossible!" the Doctor looked down, and started to ramble. "I can't lose you, and I won't. I literally feel like I could lock you up in the Tardis and keep you there till you decided otherwise cause I'm that desperate to keep you… your smart, your plucky, your funny, your sweet, your highly observant, your way of folding my unattended laundry is impeccable, and I have yet to try your soufflés, IN OTHER WORDS-" the Doctor was cut off by Clara placing a finger on his lips.
"….Not one more word, Doctor… it's okay… I understand. You don't have to try and convince me anymore…. I'll stay… I'll stay…" Seeing how absolutely desperate he was made Clara suddenly realize how he hadn't meant to hurt her. And with her words the Doctor suddenly realized he had been crying. He put a hand up to his face and wiped it off, staring at it in wonder. Then he looked back to Clara, who smiled at him fondly and made him feel like he didn't have to fight to keep her anymore. He immediately embraced her, and she smiled and giggled at his gesture and just patted his back, "It's okay… it's okay.. Friends fight… it's um…"
"Part of human nature…" the Doctor suddenly, but gently, let out.
Clara let a quick chuckle out and smiled even more. "Yeah.."
"..Clara… I'm sorry…I'm so sorry.." he whispered.
"It's alright."
"I'm just… I'm so lonely.." he held her closer, making her feel horrible for almost leaving him.
The Emothian girl placed her hands down, smiling proudly for transferring the emotions successfully of these strange beings to one another. Now they understood, without really knowing why or how, what the other was feeling. But she just walked back in line, and watched the two as her hand went curiously back up to see what was happening with them now….
"….It's okay… I'm right here. And I'm not going to leave you… I promise."
The doctor smiled.
Then his eyes shot wide open, "Clara, the Emothians are still absorbing and trying to register what's happening." he moved away from her, shifting his eyes left and right. "We can use this to our advantage…"
"There… absorbing?"
"Emothians don't just try and understand feeling, they kinda feed on it too. And right now, we're just stuffing them like a turkey!" he smiled and stood back. "Now, what was that about singing songs with lyrics in them that mean something to us? Causing emotions to be more impactful and present?" he stood back and looked at her.
They both shared a equally cunning grin.