#onelastvictory

[the-professional-killer-blog]

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"How'd you get in here?" Camilla asked, her eyes wide as she looked at the person in front of her, hesitancy reflecting in her eyes for a moment.

[wednesdayswithclara-archive]

claimed

13. A kitten

"Isn't he cute?" Clara asked cuddling the small cat before offering him to the Doctor. "I thought you could have someone to keep you company on days other than Wednesday."

[pleasedontxchange]

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She didn't know how they found out that Clara knew the Doctor, or how they found out that she was his current companion, but somehow they did.

It was while she was on her way home from school that it happened. Someone, she'd suspected one of the pupils at the time, had cut one of the tyres of her bike. Tom had offered to give her a lift home, but she'd turned him down. She'd thought that a walk could do her some good.

She supposed they'd been waiting for an opportunity like that for a long time, and as soon as she was the only one on the streets, they struck. She remembered something hitting the back of her head, successfully knocking her out. When she regained consciousness, she was in some dark, damp cell, chained to the walls.

And then they came. They were humans, as far as she could tell. They'd started by asking her questions, about the Doctor, about the TARDIS, about everything that even loosely concerned him. Of course, she'd refused to answer any of their questions.

Then the pain had started. First it had just been slaps or kicks or punches, but as time went on is escalated to cuts and burns.

She has no idea how long it's been by now. It could've been months, years… But at the same time, it might've only been a couple of days. She knows that she won't give in, that she won't tell them anything, but it's really getting harder and harder to stay silent.

[fillyjesse]

What I Owe

I owe the following:

Replies -

Fleeing (dawnrorasdiary)

Twisted Reality (women-of-the-void)

Scars and Knives (chainsawsandvalentinosuits)

Plotting with -

onelast-victory

4patchproblem

guardianofthelibrary

stillhavesecrets

talesofthedormouse

nooneunimportant

thebowtiefalls

thenotsosilentmonk

gingersrockstheuniverse

timelordcurse

dapperbloodlust

themanofyournightmares

If I have missed you off: because I owe you a reply or you would like to plot with me, message me. (I've added a couple of you onto the plotting list because I would like to plot and role play with you, please.)

[starsandsoufflesarchive]

onelast-victory said: they’re all happy and shit and then ‘john smith’ gets like cancer or somethign and then he leaves her cause he doesn’t want her to see him die or somethign along those lines

i thought it was something like that. my friend and i just weren't sure if it was like a film reference that we were missing.

[wednesdayswithclara-archive]

“I won’t be focusing on the movie.”

"Am I being too distracting?"

[theonewithachoice-blog]

Old Enemies Never Die [onelast-victory]

They were supposed to be visiting one of the new art museums in London. It was mainly Amy's idea since she was such an art fanatic, though luckily for her, the Doctor complied. She was rather excited, yet when she glanced at the Doctor's giddy expression, she arched an eyebrow. "Doctor, what are ya so-" her question ends abruptly as the TARDIS spins in an unhealthy speed and heads towards a different direction. Grasping onto the railing, she looks at him like he's gone mad. "Are ya crazy? Where are we even goin'?" She hollered slightly, wanting her voice to overpower the sound of the bluebox. It wasn't often that the Doctor changed their course so suddenly without her knowing, yet every time that it did happen, she had a tendency to be ticked off.