[It's said a little less dry than he would normally say it but this is hardly the right time to verbally butt pat himself. Not when he's watching Clara - his Clara - splutter and cough as wet hair clings to her cheeks. He can't even reach for his sonic to try and unlatch them from their chairs. He's never wanted to so badly to be able to move things with his mind until now.]
Surely you can just give us a pass for that one though? You know better than to not be specific.
First of all, the two of you are the last in the universe to throw around comments on hair and fashion.
Second. [ She throws a knife that doesn't go into any part of Clara, but does cut her on its way into the wheel. Her scream is muffled but it still delights Missy even so. ] Are you suggesting we should skip the questions and go straight to getting on with it? [ She steps on the button to fill the water tank again and this time walks away from it, plucking another knife from her pockets and throwing blindly. This one lands in Clara's thigh; she's upside down, so the blood and her tears drip onto the floor. ]
By the looks on your faces, I'm guessing this isn't what you wanted?
[ Looking over her shoulder she watches as 12's Clara begins to panic. Just as she inhales that first lungful of water, Missy walks back to the tank and drains it. ]
Look at her, choking. Is this what you wanted, dearie? [ Sputtering and coughing, Clara looks between the Doctors and manage words. Don't let her break you. It's what she wants, she wants you to kill her. Don't. ]
[ Missy rolls her eyes. ] Why are your little friends always so bloody righteous? [ Another knife thrown and it lands through a palm. ] I'll tell you what. We'll continue our little game. Another time, another place. For now, you enjoy the rest of the show. I have plans. You know, you have little friends scattered all across this planet. I wonder, can you get to all of them before I do?
[ With that, she saunters out. ] Toodle-loo!
[ While Clara drowns, the other bleeds, and the chairs don't unlock for a full minute and twelve seconds. But they do. ]
[ Seeing Clara's face constricted in terror is enough to flare his rage and protectiveness. It's a very good thing that he's trapped right now because he's not sure what might happen. His rage and darkness is always there, just under the surface. He does well enough to keep it contained most of the time, but if there's one way to break that open, it's harming the people he loves.
He will not stop, he will not rest, until he's made sure that everyone is safe.
A part of him knows he should want vengeance, he should take it. He should become the monster he's always trying to run away from. He would do anything, unspeakable things, for the ones he loves; he has. But it's Clara herself who brought him back from that, from the worst of the darkness. She reminded him of the man he wants to be.
Be a Doctor. And that's what he'll be. They've been given a chance here; for what reason, he doesn't know. Missy could have easily killed both Clara's, but it's a relief that she's sadistic enough to want the game extended, rather than the satisfaction of Clara's death. They're lucky she's just that unhinged. ]
Wherever you go, we'll always find you. You think you're clever, but you haven't won yet, and you won't. You never will. Play your game, go on, then. I'll be one step ahead of you.
[ Then she's gone and it's the most agonizing time of his life. It may as well be hours for the torment he feels, watching them both. Even the sight of her bleeding absolutely destroys him, though his more immediate concern is for his older Clara, drowning in front of him.
The moment he feels the restraints loosen, he's running towards both Clara's, knowing his future self will be close behind. ]
[The minute Clara draws blood is when the anger in the pit of his belly starts to boil. It's enough to make him jerk slightly in his chair against his restraints knowing that it's a futile effort. If it was just their wrists he wouldn't have hesitated to use enough force to break his own wrists if it meant getting out - but they have a vicelike grip on the both of them. He'd break major bones in his body, and then what?
All he can do is watch helplessly while Missy preens and struts around in only the way someone who knows him so well could. By the time she saunters off he's too furious to say anything unlike his younger self. Instead his fists are drawn tight, his fingernails cutting into his palms hard enough to draw some blood.
Just like his younger self expects he's running right after him and immediately running for the older Clara. The water is just over the top of her head now and he runs for the button. He can practically hear Missy's laughter in his ear when he finds it jammed into the floor because of course it is, why wouldn't it be?]
Move!
[He gives his younger incarnation just a moment to react as he reaches for his sonic and points it at the button. Sparks fly as the mechanism deadlocking it is forced out of its socket and the water mercifully begins to drain around Clara.]
[ One Clara can't see or hear, gag stuffed in her mouth. She had no idea who her kidnapper was but recognized her as the woman in the shop, the woman who gave her the Doctor's number to begin with. Then she'd seen her other self - her older self - and had more questions than she knew what to do with. But there wasn't time to talk - she'd been taken away first and strapped down to the wheel.
There'd been a resolve before it started, that no matter what happened she wouldn't scream or cry. But because she can't hear anything, when the pain comes it's searing and surprises her, making her do exactly what she didn't want. And then the pain comes again, and again. She can feel warm blood, she can feel the blades in her skin, and all her effort not to cry goes out of the window. She's terrified and has no idea the Doctors are even there.
The Clara in the tank could only look at them before jerking with an inhale, then another. She'd refused to talk to Missy, to do anything but glare. Knowing exactly what's about to happen, her heart breaks for her younger self, and for the Doctor. She had no idea the younger version of him would be there.
When she saw him, she'd gasped, and then water was filling the tank, making panic seep in. All that she could think was to beg them both to not give in to Missy. To keep going, to keep being the Doctor. Her Doctors.
The last thought she has is that at least her younger self is alive, and the Doctors will find a way to stop Missy. Just as her vision fades she sees them getting out of their chairs, and then there's nothing but black. ]
[ The terror that seizes his hearts is unlike anything he's felt in a very long time. If she dies in that tank, he's honestly not sure what happens. Her younger self is here, yes, but will she remain? He should know the answer to that, he's a Time Lord after all, but this is a strange paradox. She's always been his Impossible Girl, echoes of her out there in the universe, but there's really just one Clara and if she goes, what happens to every other echo of her? He doesn't feel afraid very often, but this is enough to panic him; any thought of harm coming to her or anyone he loves, absolutely destroys him.
Of course, he betrays nothing of that in his expression, save for the darkness to his eyes, the deep, worried frown on his face as he stands close to the tank.
For now, he's had to make a split second decision; the water is draining, yes, but she was drowning. The other Clara is wounded, but not mortally. He can't go to her just yet, not until he's assured her older self is safe.
He barely even notices his older self close by, but when the water's drained out, he looks to him, holding out his sonic to burn the glass as quickly as possible. ]
[Because itβs him, he knows what his younger incarnation is thinking even if nothing is showing on his face. He knows every single thought because heβs him and the people in front of them mean so much to them. To take their expressions at face value would be sorely underestimating how much Clara meant to them.
The Doctor turns his sonic towards the glass; with the two of their sonics working together the glass melts faster than it would have alone, but feels like an eternity. The minute the hole is big enough he pushes past through, rushing towards Clara to unlock her chains before carefully maneuvering her out of the tank.]
Check on your Clara.
[But he doubts very much that his younger self needs any prompting.
Knowing how much water she had taken on he knew he had no choice. His lips were on hers in a second while his fingers pinch her nose pushing air into her lungs in an attempt to get her to cough it out.]
[ When she comes out of the tank, Clara's skin is cold, her lips tinged blue, hair sticking to her cheeks. Dying is not what she thought or what anyone promised. No lights, no gates. She's aware though, and then suddenly she's sputtering again, trying to inhale and choking up water instead. Her body jerks and she instinctively rolls onto her side, trying desperately to pull air into her lungs.
The other Clara is conscious but shaking in pain. She hasn't been able to see, hear, or say anything with the gag in her mouth. All that she knows is the woman in the shop that gave her the Doctor's number strapped her here. There are knives in her body and she doesn't understand why or what's happening.
Only when the blindfold comes off and she sees the Doctor does she realizes this was done to her for the sole purpose of hurting him. Once the gag is out of her mouth, she tries to talk to him but finally beings to cry because she's relieved and there are knives sticking out of her arm, hand, and thigh. ]
Doctor what's happening, where are we? [ Somehow she manages to get two questions out, trying to keep it together. ]
[ As he works to get the blindfold off, he spares a glance for the other Clara, too, relieved to hear her beginning to make breath sounds again. He focuses back on his Clara; well, the one from his current timestream, would be more accurate. They're both his Clara. ]
I don't know and I don't know. Really, the least important things to address right now. You're hurt. It's better if you don't talk right now.
[ And he's frowning and worried. Her hands and feet are chained up, but he makes quick work of releasing her, using his sonic screwdriver. Any movement right now, any bit of jostling, he's sure will hurt, but it can't be avoided. He's also too worried and focused to be doing a very good job of warning her in advance. He's just trying to get her loose, into his arms, so he can get her back to the TARDIS.
The moment he's got her in his arms, though, he's more gentle, holding her steady.
Looking at his future self, and nodding to his Clara, he very curtly notes: ] Take care of her, find me later.
[ Neither of them is about to rush off anywhere, not with that dire parting warning from Missy.
Clara is hurt and bleeding in his arms, so there's really no time for more pleasantries, and he carries her as quickly as he can back to the TARDIS. ]
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[It's said a little less dry than he would normally say it but this is hardly the right time to verbally butt pat himself. Not when he's watching Clara - his Clara - splutter and cough as wet hair clings to her cheeks. He can't even reach for his sonic to try and unlatch them from their chairs. He's never wanted to so badly to be able to move things with his mind until now.]
Surely you can just give us a pass for that one though? You know better than to not be specific.
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Second. [ She throws a knife that doesn't go into any part of Clara, but does cut her on its way into the wheel. Her scream is muffled but it still delights Missy even so. ] Are you suggesting we should skip the questions and go straight to getting on with it? [ She steps on the button to fill the water tank again and this time walks away from it, plucking another knife from her pockets and throwing blindly. This one lands in Clara's thigh; she's upside down, so the blood and her tears drip onto the floor. ]
By the looks on your faces, I'm guessing this isn't what you wanted?
[ Looking over her shoulder she watches as 12's Clara begins to panic. Just as she inhales that first lungful of water, Missy walks back to the tank and drains it. ]
Look at her, choking. Is this what you wanted, dearie? [ Sputtering and coughing, Clara looks between the Doctors and manage words. Don't let her break you. It's what she wants, she wants you to kill her. Don't. ]
[ Missy rolls her eyes. ] Why are your little friends always so bloody righteous? [ Another knife thrown and it lands through a palm. ] I'll tell you what. We'll continue our little game. Another time, another place. For now, you enjoy the rest of the show. I have plans. You know, you have little friends scattered all across this planet. I wonder, can you get to all of them before I do?
[ With that, she saunters out. ] Toodle-loo!
[ While Clara drowns, the other bleeds, and the chairs don't unlock for a full minute and twelve seconds. But they do. ]
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He will not stop, he will not rest, until he's made sure that everyone is safe.
A part of him knows he should want vengeance, he should take it. He should become the monster he's always trying to run away from. He would do anything, unspeakable things, for the ones he loves; he has. But it's Clara herself who brought him back from that, from the worst of the darkness. She reminded him of the man he wants to be.
Be a Doctor. And that's what he'll be. They've been given a chance here; for what reason, he doesn't know. Missy could have easily killed both Clara's, but it's a relief that she's sadistic enough to want the game extended, rather than the satisfaction of Clara's death. They're lucky she's just that unhinged. ]
Wherever you go, we'll always find you. You think you're clever, but you haven't won yet, and you won't. You never will. Play your game, go on, then. I'll be one step ahead of you.
[ Then she's gone and it's the most agonizing time of his life. It may as well be hours for the torment he feels, watching them both. Even the sight of her bleeding absolutely destroys him, though his more immediate concern is for his older Clara, drowning in front of him.
The moment he feels the restraints loosen, he's running towards both Clara's, knowing his future self will be close behind. ]
Clara!
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All he can do is watch helplessly while Missy preens and struts around in only the way someone who knows him so well could. By the time she saunters off he's too furious to say anything unlike his younger self. Instead his fists are drawn tight, his fingernails cutting into his palms hard enough to draw some blood.
Just like his younger self expects he's running right after him and immediately running for the older Clara. The water is just over the top of her head now and he runs for the button. He can practically hear Missy's laughter in his ear when he finds it jammed into the floor because of course it is, why wouldn't it be?]
Move!
[He gives his younger incarnation just a moment to react as he reaches for his sonic and points it at the button. Sparks fly as the mechanism deadlocking it is forced out of its socket and the water mercifully begins to drain around Clara.]
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There'd been a resolve before it started, that no matter what happened she wouldn't scream or cry. But because she can't hear anything, when the pain comes it's searing and surprises her, making her do exactly what she didn't want. And then the pain comes again, and again. She can feel warm blood, she can feel the blades in her skin, and all her effort not to cry goes out of the window. She's terrified and has no idea the Doctors are even there.
The Clara in the tank could only look at them before jerking with an inhale, then another. She'd refused to talk to Missy, to do anything but glare. Knowing exactly what's about to happen, her heart breaks for her younger self, and for the Doctor. She had no idea the younger version of him would be there.
When she saw him, she'd gasped, and then water was filling the tank, making panic seep in. All that she could think was to beg them both to not give in to Missy. To keep going, to keep being the Doctor. Her Doctors.
The last thought she has is that at least her younger self is alive, and the Doctors will find a way to stop Missy. Just as her vision fades she sees them getting out of their chairs, and then there's nothing but black. ]
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Of course, he betrays nothing of that in his expression, save for the darkness to his eyes, the deep, worried frown on his face as he stands close to the tank.
For now, he's had to make a split second decision; the water is draining, yes, but she was drowning. The other Clara is wounded, but not mortally. He can't go to her just yet, not until he's assured her older self is safe.
He barely even notices his older self close by, but when the water's drained out, he looks to him, holding out his sonic to burn the glass as quickly as possible. ]
Help me break the glass. Quickly!
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The Doctor turns his sonic towards the glass; with the two of their sonics working together the glass melts faster than it would have alone, but feels like an eternity. The minute the hole is big enough he pushes past through, rushing towards Clara to unlock her chains before carefully maneuvering her out of the tank.]
Check on your Clara.
[But he doubts very much that his younger self needs any prompting.
Knowing how much water she had taken on he knew he had no choice. His lips were on hers in a second while his fingers pinch her nose pushing air into her lungs in an attempt to get her to cough it out.]
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The other Clara is conscious but shaking in pain. She hasn't been able to see, hear, or say anything with the gag in her mouth. All that she knows is the woman in the shop that gave her the Doctor's number strapped her here. There are knives in her body and she doesn't understand why or what's happening.
Only when the blindfold comes off and she sees the Doctor does she realizes this was done to her for the sole purpose of hurting him. Once the gag is out of her mouth, she tries to talk to him but finally beings to cry because she's relieved and there are knives sticking out of her arm, hand, and thigh. ]
Doctor what's happening, where are we? [ Somehow she manages to get two questions out, trying to keep it together. ]
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I don't know and I don't know. Really, the least important things to address right now. You're hurt. It's better if you don't talk right now.
[ And he's frowning and worried. Her hands and feet are chained up, but he makes quick work of releasing her, using his sonic screwdriver. Any movement right now, any bit of jostling, he's sure will hurt, but it can't be avoided. He's also too worried and focused to be doing a very good job of warning her in advance. He's just trying to get her loose, into his arms, so he can get her back to the TARDIS.
The moment he's got her in his arms, though, he's more gentle, holding her steady.
Looking at his future self, and nodding to his Clara, he very curtly notes: ] Take care of her, find me later.
[ Neither of them is about to rush off anywhere, not with that dire parting warning from Missy.
Clara is hurt and bleeding in his arms, so there's really no time for more pleasantries, and he carries her as quickly as he can back to the TARDIS. ]