Trapped

chapter 2/?: Fake It

Hey guys! So I've dropped in seven references to the snowmen an the asylum of the daleks. Comment with all seven, and I'll dedicate the next chapter to you!! Good luck c:

P.s. There's a couple that are in dialogue form- each line of dialogue counts as one

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"So! How long have you been together?"

At this, the two went pale. Honestly, it wouldn't have been terribly hard to fake it, if both Clara and the Doctor could find matching stories.

And so they went along with it, creating the story of their relationship like a quilt; he offered a story here, she told a detail there, until finally, they caught up with the present.

Their story went a bit like this:

One sunny spring morning, he was crossing the street, when a car suddenly burst into the crosswalk. Clara, seeing that the driver was blinded by the sun and therefore couldn't see the doctor, pushed him out of harm's way at the very last second. The driver, named Rory, slammed on the brakes right before he almost hit Clara.

But it wasn't enough. Clara had suffered a cracked skull after being toppled over by the car. While the Doctor called 911, Rory ran out of the car and ripped off his shirt, momentarily stopping the bleeding.

When the call was over, the Doctor ran over to Clara, and Rory stepped back, under the impression that they were a married couple. The Doctor kept her head still, and tried to make idle chat, even while his hearts were racing.

"Do you have a name?" He asked, smiling down on her kindly. "I should know my savior's name."

Clara looked up at him, not nearly in her right mind.

"You can call me Oswin," she replied, staring up at him dreamily. "Seeing as that's my name."

And just then, that heard sirens in the distance. Within thirty seconds, they were at the scene, and the Doctor held Clara's hand as the paramedics went to work. But, when they went to pick her up and move her to the ambulance, they stopped the Doctor from going along.

"But she saved my life!"

"Sir, you are neither a husband nor a close friend. But by all means, feel free to visit her in the hospital later."

And so the Doctor stood there, listening to the sirens as they faded into the distance.

Now, of course he tried to follow to the hospital, but when he arrived, asking for Oswin, he got a reply that made his heart sink.

"There is no Oswin at this hospital, sir. I'm sorry," the woman at the front said, the apology not sounding nearly as heartfelt as it should.

The Doctor, upon hearing this, stood in the lobby, shell shocked. After about thirty minutes of staring blankly at the wall with a look of anguish upon his face, the Doctor felt someone ushering him out of the hospital, into the elevator.

About a year and a half later, he saw her again. At, of all places, the coffee shoppe. While he was busy brooding over the loss of one of his friends, Amelia Pond, Oswin had walked right past him. When her coat had caused the air around him to flutter, he looked up. Upon doing so, a bolt of something reminiscent of lightening flashed through his mind.

She's alive.

She's healthy.

His saviour was alive.

Thriving.

And so he made a spurr of the moment descision.

"Oswin!" The Doctor yelled after her, running like a madman. "Oswin! Please! It's me!"