Previously...
"Because, I can make myself look like you and get into his box." She gave the dagger to the Doctor, who absently took it. "Kill her." He instantly pushed her into the nearest wall and had the dagger held up, ready to strike.
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"D-Doctor?" She asked, breathless as she eyed the dagger in his hand.
"Oh he won't respond dear, he's just a mindless slave, doing my bidding. Now kill her!"
The Doctor still didn't move, his unblinking emerald eyes looking into Clara's chocolate brown ones.
Clara prepared for the strike, closing her eyes as the dagger struck her. But not really.
Instead, he hit the wall, just inches away from her head.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lucia said, eyebrow raised.
"You think I would kill her? Even in a spell? Even under a trance? Would I really kill her?" The Doctor said quietly, turning to face Lucia, who was shocked. "I would never."
Lucia sighed and got another dagger from her belt and pushed the Doctor out of the way and struck, but the Doctor was faster, lunging at her.
Lucia dropped the dagger and struggled as the Doctor pinned her down.
"Get off me!" Lucia struggled and the Doctor put something on her neck, causing her to fall unconscious in seconds.
"Sleeping pads, it'll knock her out for a few." He explained, getting off her. Clara immediately wrapped him in a hug.
"I thought I lost you..."
"Never."
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The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)
RandomThis is from 2014. I highly suggest for you not to read it, as I was really young and had little to no experience when it came to writing. Nonetheless, I leave it up for my own remembrance or for others who are looking for cringy prompts that they...
