Clara And The 12th Doctor Novels & Stories

The two other ghosts followed her and vanished as well. "Blow out the candles." Clara commanded. Her tone sounded serious. She kept massaging her temples, getting up and looking inside the parcel of food. She took out the box of chips and lounged on the couch, munching slowly by slowly on them. I suppressed a yawn that felt like coming up and landed on the bed with a thump. "There is another way but..." Jace began, glancing at Clara for permission or assurity. Clara shook her head, staring back at him with intimidating eyes. My back shivered, goosebumps rising up as I noticed her other side.

Clara never uses our last name unless she is angry and when she is furious she can be unpredictable. "What are you doing?" "Cleaning up your mess. What does it look like I'm doing." I raked my locks back and took a seat on the counter next to the second basin Clara still didn't look at me and took out the medium torch and took out another bottle , broke the seal ,twisted the cap and just as she was about to empty the contents out I got off the counter and she held out her up her hand to signaling me to stop before I could come any closer.

“Clara? It's me, Cinhard.” He reaches out and gently touches her hand, as if trying to awaken her. There's a hint of desperation in his voice. Cinhard became teary-eyed. “Clara, can you hear me?” No response from Clara. Cinhard's worry deepens, and he turns to the The doctor and The nurse in the room. Cinhard speaks to the doctor. “What happened to her? Why is she like this?” The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a compassionate demeanour, exchanges a concerned look with the The nurse before addressing Cinhard.

She’s not a doctor, so she doesn’t know if those injuries are serious or not, but now, if she refuses to help him, perhaps her chance to receive this high-paying job will be over. “Okay, wait a minute,” Clara said as she approached Edward. She moved everything on the ground to the side. This action caused quite a loud noise, so she had to explain it to him. “I’m pushing aside the bottles of shampoo and shower gel. I’m afraid I’ll trip over and make you fall.”

Clara POV "No Clara, don't act spooky," I told myself to back off. That he was still breathing gave me relief all over again. Perhaps he would wake up soon, and I would depart before he detected any movement on his part. The cold chattered my teeth. My body was hugged by my still-wet uniform. I had to take these clothes off before I became very sick. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, finding it drenched from earlier in the shower. When I tried to turn it on, it was unresponsive. Alright, yet another issue!

Skyler started to worry but decided to wait for a while before raising any alarm but he soon slept off beside her. When morning came, Clara opened her eyes and found herself in the strange room. From the look of it, she knew she was in the clinic but something happened. The last she recalled was doing the spell to unbound the werewolves from shifting. Did she succeed, Clara didn't think she did because why else would she be lying on the sick bed and feeling as if her body was run over by a truck.

Klara made a noise of understanding. “What have we here then?” The dark haired Doctor James came in. “James, just a few claw marks.” Marc stepped away so Dr James could inspect. “I’m glad to see you looking so well, your majesty.” He smiled up to Klara, she looked at him confused, she was puzzled by the title he’d called her and she didn’t think she looked any different from the last time she saw the doctor the week before.

Silence. Clara turned. “Go get ready for school.” Luna watched her leave. The album remained in Clara’s hands. The empty space stayed inside Luna’s mind. Downstairs Clara locked herself inside her room. The album hit the table. Her breathing had already changed. No. No. No. She flipped through the pages again. Empty slot. Still empty. The photograph was gone. Not misplaced. Gone. She remembered it clearly now. Hospital corridor. Elias. Doctor Aris.

Griffo walked back into the room, Clara hurriedly wiped her tears as she looked up at him. He gave her a look but Clara forced a smile. “I am really sorry about this ma’am. If there is anything I can do to help, I will.” He said and Clara nodded. He is their family doctor, he isn't a stranger so he knows a lot. “Can you get me a ride?” She asked and sniffed. “Of course, ma’am.” ~ Clara sat in the car and watched the chauffeur drive and at the same time, she was fighting her tears. She was in the car the doctor arranged for her and as dumb as it sounds, she was heading to Xavier’s mansion.

⸻ Clara’s Discovery: The Tether Broken Hours passed before Clara’s fingers trembled as they turned the brittle pages of the ancient text she had unearthed from the ruins beneath Hollow Hill. She was no closer to understanding the full scope of the threat—but with each passage, each fragment of truth she pieced together, the situation grew grimmer.