The Daughter Of Gallifrey

At night I scream. But these aren't the ordinary screams. These screams are different. They're silent. And they're caused by memories with a man's name. What's his name you ask? The Doctor.


3. Two Doctors?

Clara's P.O.V.

"Biscuits!" the Doctor exclaimed to me. "We're going to get biscuits!" I laughed as I watched him bang around on the console like he was playing a game. "Love biscuits! Had them with Anne Bole, right before she was executed. She was quite pleasant, really, despite the fact she was about to lose her head. And I'm not talking figuratively. Afterwards I dropped a water balloon on King Henry Vlll with her daughter, Queen Elizabeth the first. She was quite irritated with him, you see." I smiled as he ranted his adventures off to me, and I zoned out a bit, until I heard 'werewolf'. 

"What?!" I asked, my head snapping up. He was laughing and grinning his toothless gape.

"I know, brilliant!" he said expressively. "Queen Victoria, a werewolf! Whole family ended up with the curse, really." And with that last sentence, the Tardis shuddered to a halt. "Here we are, the best biscuits in all of London!" And he flung the doors open, revealing a street flooded with people. "Richmond Hill Bakery!" I followed him as he used his gangly limbs to form a path through the crowd. Some people grumbled when they were stabbed with a pointy elbow, but most just moved on, probably used to it. When we finally made it to the glass doors, we entered to a fresh aroma. Pastries, biscuits, bread, and all sorts of bakery things surrounded us. We waited in line, studying the delicious options. When the chunky man in front of us finally decided he would take some banana bread, we moved up.

"We'll take some....." the Doctor trailed off, and I glanced up from the rhubarb pie I was eyeing. There, my eyes connected with a familiar face. 

"You!" I gasped, just as the 10th Doctor glanced up from the register.

"You!" he exclaimed to my Doctor. Eleven gaped at him, and more memories struck me.

"Gallifrey," I said. "Why am I just remembering this now?" 

"Whenever we are together, the memories we can't retain come back," Ten said. "It's like we entered a bubble that's around us when we are together, but once we leave, POP, the bubble's gone. But the real question is, who brought us together?" Eleven gave a smile randomly. 

"What?!" Ten asked suspiciously.

"I just remembered," Eleven said. "Last time we were together, you kissed a Zygon." 

"Oh, shut it!" Ten exclaimed. "We've got bigger problems."

"Are you going to order, or are we just going to have to sit here and listen to your rambling," a woman behind them asked crossly. Ten glanced at her, and then ripped off his apron.

"Come on, we've got work to do," Ten said, and he jumped over the counter and pushed past the woman. We followed him out the door. "I take it you haven't noticed the paper yet?" He held the paper out to Eleven.

"No, what's in it?" Eleven asked, snatching the paper from Ten's hands, scanning over it, until Ten pointed at one particular article.

"10 people missing in the last week, well, that's not good," Eleven said, tossing the paper behind him. "What's it got to do with us?"

"10 people missing, and," Ten said. "I've caught sight of a few angels moving around."

"So, you think they are doing it?" Eleven asked, before continuing without waiting for an answer. "Good, sounds interesting, the question is, where are we going now?"

"To visit the latest disappearance's room mates," Ten said. "Jenny Diez and Dawn Perso. Both attending Kingston University. I've got their apartment number, and we're heading there right now. 

"Righty-o," Eleven said. "Good, very good."

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