RUN

Fear

I don't know where I am or where I'm going but to hell with it all. I could get lost and starve to death and I wouldn't care one bit. I keep running through corridors, twists, and turns until my burning legs give out and I collapse altogether. Who knew the Doctor had such a huge part of my heart. Such a huge part that is riped out and crushed under his foot. And River. If she wasn't dead already I would murder her. I'd murder both of them for hurting me. I should go back and do it now. Rip out both their hearts and watch them bleed to death. I catch myself mid smile. Holy crap. I was going to do it. I was going to get up off the floor, find them and kill them. What the hell is wrong with me? I clutch my head on the cold floor and bite my lip. I can't cry. All my tears would be wasted. I just lie on the floor, listening to the soothing hum of the Tardis.

"I would never kill the Doctor,"I whisper, before my eyelids become heavy and drift close.

A sudden jolt wakes up and I feel myself being lifted into the air. What the- I'm suddenly facing the side of a blue bowtie. Oh the Doctor found me. I'm cradled against his chest, one off his hearts thundering into my ear. A part of me wants to surrender to his warm arms and careful touch. But another more bigger part doesn't. I kick my foot out and try to squirm out of his arms while he walks.

"Whoa Clara!"

"Let me go," I growl. He sets me on my feet but grabs my arm before I can storm off. A surge of power flows through me and before I can stop it, burning heat raises off my arms.

"Ow!" The Doctor hisses and releases my arm gripping his hand in his palm. He looks at me his jaw clentched and his eyes narrowing.
"Clara you burned me!" I almost yell back. The pain you gave me doesn't even amount to a puny little burn! But when he releases his hand to observe it I gasp. The whole inside of his hand is charred black and smoking. Pieces of fried skin around his palm peel back in layers. Both the Doctor and I stare in horror.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened!" I reach for him and he recoils out of reach. He stares at me with a new expression. An expression that cuts to my core. Fear. The Doctor, defender of galaxies, the Last Time Lord, and the most feared predator of villainous aliens, is afraid of me.

Had to make this one short, the long ones were killing me. Just kidding! This just seemed like a great place to stop suspense wise and all. Comment and vote. I want that Watty!