Thirteenth X Clara - Alternative

Chapter 14: Clara Who

"Right, now that that's over with, I need to get the body away. I'll need to get in a disposal team in here, eventually. I'll put her in the Tardis first."

Alara took the key out from her shoe (the silly fool actually put the key to her most valuable weapon in her shoe, she thought) and she began unlocking the Tardis doors. Now, one would expect when you choke someone out for them to stay dead and most of the time they'd be right, but this was a special case for an impossible person.

Had Alara known much about Clara or anything about her to that matter, she would have been unsurprised and even expecting to see yellow sparks form around the throat of the dark-haired woman. But there was nothing to show she was anything but some normal Earth girl the Doctor traveled with at one point. But the Echors failed to realize that the Timelords have this neat trick of blocking certain memories when being interrogated, removing them from view when needed. Something Alara didn't know about.

As she finally unlocked the door, she could hear someone else in the room and assumed it to be a worker. As she turned around slowly, hoping to at least try to have some kind of explanation to prevent a death that she didn't need, she felt a sudden and sharp strike against her face, which knocked her backwards. She had been punched. As she steadied her balance and looked up to see her attacker, her eyes widened massively as her brain struggled to comprehend what it was currently seeing.

She saw her attacker reach for a vase, but the punch disoriented her enough to where she couldn't get up fast enough to intercept her. The last thing she saw and felt before unconsciousness was the vase being thrown directly at her head and a large pain in her head and a liquid dripping down, which she assumed to be blood.

Stood over her was the triumphant body of one Clara Oswald, part-time time traveler, full-time immortal. She knelt down over Alara and gave a satisfactory smirk at the unconscious body of the woman who helped kidnap her best friend and tried to kill her.

"Should have done your homework. It takes a lot more to get rid of me."

Clara then thought of her next task. She needed to get her imprisoned and taken care of. She did not know how long Echor unconsciousness lasted and she had no intention of finding out. She locked the Tardis doors back, took out the key and put it around her own neck and ran out of the room, locking that door as well, going towards the one person she hoped would believe her enough to accomplish her task.

Victoria was currently in the music room, playing her piano. She would often find herself here to relax and comfort herself. She found this to be the comfort she needed to take her mind off the dreadful things she'd encounter as Queen. She had almost finished playing this new piece she had come up with recently when she heard the door open and close behind her, the doer of this action revealed to be one disheveled and panting Clara Oswald.

"Ah Clara, what a delightful surprise. What brings you to my room?"

"Victoria, I need you to come with me, back to my room. It's something to do with the Doc... Joan." Clara said breathlessly.

Victoria listened to Clara's words and saw her appearance and put two and two together. At least, what she assumed to be two and two together.

"Well, I'm glad you two have certainly found a way to.... reconnect." She said with a smirk. Some couples find certain ways to forgive each other after fighting. She and Albert had done it before.

"What? What are you talking ab...?" Clara asked as she took in her state. "No, we did not!"

Clara knew herself and her echoes all too well. She would have come to the same conclusion.