"Recovery..."

Chapter 22 - "Terminal 3..."

Chapter 22 - "Terminal 3..."

Clara wasn't really sure what she was doing and what persisted her to do this, but she knew she had to get out of the hospital.

She's a Doctor herself. She can nurse herself back to health, and get away from here.

She had already booked a last minute flight to San Francisco and knew that as long as she could get into and through security no problem then she would be okay.

She could sort any injuries out later. All she had to do was get in the air and away from here, where she knows that people will be after her and wanting money.

Her ex boyfriend is dead now so he can't protect her, not that she would want him too because he's a bit of an idiot but all she wanted to do was get away from here with her baby. Quickly she managed to smuggle Aria out because there wasn't really anyone looking and so she headed back to her flat at midnight quickly, hoping that she could pack a bag before anyone comes looking.

John had found her address on the system so headed there almost instantly, but as he came out he spoke to one of the cab drivers who knew John's and knew he was in charge of her care.

'Do you know what her plan was?'

'Yeah. She made me take her back to a flat which I was dubious about but did it anyway, then asked me to wait. I thought she might pass out but she got back in the cab half an hour later with two bags and the baby still, and asked me to take her to Heathrow'

'Can you take me to Heathrow? I have to find her before she does something stupid. Did she say anything about where she might be going?'

'No. Sorry. All I know is that I dropped her off at terminal three and she limped in'

'Okay. That's more information than I had 20 minutes ago so thanks Ben. That's been really helpful' John muttered, as he climbed in the back of the cab.

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John wasn't really sure how to go about this but he picked up the bags and headed into terminal three, and ran to one of the desks. Any deal would do.

He didn't really have the patience to be waiting in the extremely long cue. He felt bad about cutting it but this was a life at stake.

It took him 50 minutes to get here and he didn't want to miss Clara or her possible flight - not that he was convinced she would make it to the flight.

Rory was right.

Why did he care so much about this girl? She's just an ordinary girl who got more than she bargained for and likes to cause a fuss.

John heard the groans and the swearing of all the people in the line but he really didn't care right now. 'Sir there is a line for a reason'

'Yeah. Got it. But I'm looking for a passenger. I've no idea where she is traveling too but she had a baby with her and she probably looked like she was half to her death. She can't get on that flight because she will die. It's literally life and death I need to know what flight she's on'

'I can't disclose that information sir' she stuttered clearly calling security so John funnelled around his pockets looking for his ID.

'You have to tell me where she is. She was admitted to hospital 5 days ago and has had her kidney removed. She at risk of not just infection but death. You have to tell me what flight she's on' John stumbled really hoping that he could come up with a better plan soon.

'What's her name?'

'Clara Oswald' John confirmed.

'Yeah she tried for a flight to San Francisco three hours ago but the baby didn't have a passport so she couldn't book it. I can't really help you' she said.

'Fuck. Look thanks. You've been a great help' John said, stepping away not really sure how else to go about this.

He didn't know where else to go or what to do next but the best thing to do seemed to be go outside and re think this.

If she couldn't get a flight... Then where would she have gone?' John wondered to himself as someone tapped him on the shoulder.

'Yeah?'

'I heard your looking for a girl mate?'

'Who says I am?' John scoffed knowing what men are like and that this one was being an absolute pig.

'It's just I saw a woman about two hours ago. Exactly as you described. She had two bags and a baby and looked pretty distressed' he shrugged.

'Did you see where she went?' John asked quickly now hoping he had a lead.

'Yeah. She went that way. Don't know why, there's not much back there but the runway is there so maybe she went to watch the planes?'

'Right thanks. I'll go that way now' John nodded, heading that way, and rounded a corner, following the path that was indeed by the runway.

What the hell was Clara doing and why on earth was John trying to get so involved.

He could have just let the police do all this, but then he noticed the path was so icy and there was a light flittering of snow last night so wherever she is she must be Fucking freezing.

He followed the path, and turned towards where the hotels were located.

Maybe she had checked herself into one? Hiding maybe until she could get the baby a passport?

He shook the thought and headed towards each hotel, asking them all if they had seen Clara and most said they hadn't.

So he stepped out of the last one ready to give up, when he noticed a sound.

Was that a crying baby?

He followed the sound of the crying which was getting closer and closer to him the further he walked into nowhere and was shocked at the very sight before him.