You Clever Boy (Book Two of RUN Series)

The Envader

Doctor's P.O.V

My mind fades in and out of consciousness and my head lulls as I try to stay awake. The smoke suffocates me, buring my throat when I inhale, and causes me to start hacking up my lungs. An unpleasant stinging in my chest makes me groan in pain. All I can feel is heat and pain. Not to mention unimaginable hurt. I can't get up. I can't save myself. All I can do is sit here and wait for either the smoke or the fire to kill me first and wonder why Clara did this. I want to believe it wasn't her, in fact I know it wasn't because those golden red eyes were not her own. But what if they were a representation of what she has now become. The windows to her flaming soul. My arms are burning from the nearby flames. Pretty soon flames will cover my whole body, eating through my flesh and melting me down. I guess fire wins. I think weakly. I close my eyes and wait for the roaring fire to devour me. It took over the room, spilling out of the broken window and making a quick path towards me when I closed my eyes. I've had many dying thoughts, but none as strong as Clara's face. Her sparkling eyes and beautiful smile. The way her nose scrunches up an she's mad. The sting of her slap. The warmth of her hugs. I'll miss it all. And I forgive her. I inhale one last breathe before Clara fades from my mind forever.

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"He should wake up right?" The voice sounds hazey and so far away. I groan. "I think he's waking up." Who is that? I slowly open my eyes and blink at the harsh light shining into them. "Opps! Sorry Doctor."The light immediately shuts off to reveal a fuzzy image of a face with a golden halo.

"An angel," I whisper, awed. The angel slaps me. I reach a shaky hand to my stinging cheek, my vision suddenly crystal clear. "Daisy?"

"The one and only. Now get up. We have some work to do."

"Wha-" I sit up slowly and painfully. I can still smell lingering smoke with every breath and my throat feels swollen and dry. I rub my forehead. "How-"

"I got the Tardis to materialize around you. You are very much alive. Now-"

"Who were you talking to? Who else is here?" I look around but there isn't anyone else.

"The Tardis that's who. Doctor please try to focus we don't have a lot of time. Deadly Clara running around. World in danger. Mean anything to you?" She stands over me with her arms crossed and her foot tapping the floor.

"Right," I mumble and start to get up.

"Don't!," Daisy yells, "don't move. Just sit. Wait for me to explain some things." I look at her weirdly but stay sitting on the hard floor like she said.

"Okay," she breathes. "I've been watching Clara from the Tardis. There have been times I've tried to actually get in her mind but it was like stepping into flames which has happened before." Daisy starts to pace and I listen carefully to what she is saying. "River said it was the Tardis security system stopping threats. It's not. The Tardis tried to let me through, it knows me, yet the fire wall around her mind was just insane. So I got the Tardis to do a scan of her body."

"Wait, how did you do all this from the Tardis? Keep an eye on Clara and what not?"

"If you bothered to read the Tardis manual-"

"Okay whatever continue." I wave my hand. Trying to tell me to read the Tardis manual. Pfft.

"Well the Tardis did a scan and her head lit up like the tip of your sonic screwdriver. It turned out to be... um..." Daisy trips over her own words, eyes darting to mine and looking away. My mind immediately scrambles to fill in the blank with the worst possibilities. It just drives me more bonkers.

"What Daisy? What did you find?"

"Something alien. The Tardis called it an Envader." I furrow my eyebrows and rub my chin in distress.

"Okay, I know what an Envader is. It attacks the brain of it's host till it dies and then it takes over," My voice breaks as I fight not to cry. If it took over her body, she's dead. She's really dead.

"Do you mean-" Daisy starts to piece together what I already figured out.

"Yes Clara's dead. Daisy I'm so sorry, this is my fault." I reach for the edge of the main console and pull myself up. I slowly walk around Daisy who is frozen in disbelief. She doesn't even look at me. I'm not surprised, I can't even face myself right now. My skin stings in places where I have small burns, my body aches, and every breath I take rattles my lungs. But that's nothing compared to the grief that has stricken me. I go to the first and last place I want to be. Clara's room. Once I walk in I finally loose it.

"Damn!" I yell at the walls. My hands fist through my hair tugging excessively while I angrily pace back and forth. I feel so retched. A sob escapes my mouth and soon a flood of tears follows. "How could I- I knew this would- AUUUGH!" I slam my hand down on the desk, then grab a book and fling it at the wall. I keep throwing books until there is none left on the desk. Then I flip the desk over as well. All this leaves me drained and helpless. I crumble onto the bed, my body shaking with every sob.

I lost her. I lose all my companions no matter how I try to protect them. Why can't I stop trying to find people who want to travel with me? Because I'm a selfish Time Lord, who lures in pretty girls with the promise of a good time, not indulging on the fact that 99.9% of the time something bad will happen to them. I close my eyes and inhale Clara's scent that still lingers on the covers. I just concentrate on her scent, nothing else, and it calms me down to a certain point. I stop crying but my body still trembles. I feel a weight settling on the bed next to me and open my eyes to see Daisy's piercing blue eyes. To my surprise she snuggles against me and I wrap my arms around her and bury my face into her hair. We are silent for awhile before she speaks.

"You know what we have to do right?" I nod into her hair, not wanting to say it allowed. We have to kill the thing inside her. But I'll have to look at Clara's face when it happens. It won't feel like I'm killing a monster. It will feel like I'm killing her.

You know the drill. Question time! Do you have any whovian friends? (in real life people *rolls eyes) I have three. Before I got into Doctor Who one of them did a horrible job of explaining it to me when I asked what it was about. She was just like " A doctor who lives in a box." I couldn't understand for the life of me why someone would want to watch a show about a homeless doctor who lived in a cardboard box. And I don't know if she reads my stuff. Message me Rach if you read this. The other one got me into Doctor Who, Sherlock and Supernatural. Wow she was busy. And the third one, I got her and her sister into Doctor Who. So yeah comment.

LOWK (I am making this a thing!)