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Chapter XIV - Threats Won't Stop Me

Clara's POV

By now I should tell you about the many rooms residing in Ash and I's TARDIS. There are probably many more rooms than this, but we haven't discovered them yet. Our TARDIS is a universe in itself! (the library and closet rooms in it are also a given) 

1) the Console Room

Just your standard Type 40 customizable console room. Instead of levers on our console, though, we have fireman-looking wheels you can turn. This is the room that unsuspecting souls stumble into. Sally accidentally found this place when looking for the bathroom.

2) Ash's Room

Ash has her own room, like me. I'm usually not allowed in there, so I... really can't tell you much about it. 

3) Clara's Room

My room, of course. In there, I don't keep much, because I live in my flat. What I do have is a bed and mirror, and my own bathroom.

4) Pool

What good would a TARDIS be without a pool? A few famous people have used our pool before, including Taylor Swift, the FOB band, Leonardo DiCaprio. River Song has also hung with us in here once, while we were discussing her feelings toward me mind wiping the Doctor.

5) Ash's Vault

This place isn't much of a vault, it is more of a giant room containing a vault. This is where Ash keeps most of her more valuable possessions. She keeps her journals, inventions, and stolen goods in here. Quite a few of the things we've stolen are from the Doctor, including his old hand (which we replaced with a duplicate). Ash rarely ever lets me in there. Apparently, there are some things in there that are... well, I don't know what they are because I don't go in there.

But this is where Ash leads me. We go into her vault, and I am guessing we are going to see one of her new inventions.

The walls are lined with wooden bookshelves that are quite a few feet taller than me. The books resting on them are thicker than a full-fledged Dictionary; not something I would pick out from the library. But this all makes sense because Ash is so much older than me. At the end of a long hallway filled with shelves is a giant vault door. Ash is walking as she always does, with her hands held in front of her, back straight, lips pursed. Her hair is usually up in a bun and she always looks and acts like she is more superior than you, and everyone in general.

Ash presses her hand to a scanner on the right side of the vault door, and it opens with the sound of air being released from a tank.

Inside, there are shelves again, only this time they're metal. they are labelled with letters, Section A, B, C, D...

'Stay in Section N, in case I lose you,' she tells me, interrupting my line of thought. Yeesh, I think.

Once we get in Section N, I see that its shelves are full of inventions. She pulls out one from the bottom shelf and hands it to me.

The piece of work looks exactly like the Doctor's sonic sunglasses. I place them on my face and look at Ash through the lens. She is smiling proudly.

'These aren't the Doctor's glasses, they're just a copy. But they can do everything the Doctor's sonic can do, and more. It sonics wood as well. It is also capable of... mind wipe.' she whispers the last two words carefully as if they could set me off. I stare at her, too stunned and amazed to think anything about the mind wipe.

'Wow, Ash, these are amazing!' I grin and look around me through the lens.

Then my phone ruins the moment by going 'ping!' I take the glasses off of my face and am about to give them back to Ash when she holds out her hand in a 'Stop' position and says,

'No, you keep them. If I need them, I can just make another duplicate.'

'Oh, thank you! Ash, you're the best.' I give her a quick hug and rush out of her vault, out of the TARDIS, and out of the Diner to view my text.

On the street, I put the glasses on my face again and look down at my phone. I open messages and read the text.

If you continue to keep Sherlock and I's little romance apart, I will have no choice but to skin you and bury you alive. -JM x

I recognise the number as James' and text back immediately.

Romance? Hardly. Besides, your threats won't stop me, James. -CO

He texts back.

Ooh, does someone have a crush? Using my first name is soo intimidating. -JM x

Stop complimenting my height. -CO 

Nice one. You're in my way, Miss Oswald. -JM x

Great deduction. I am well aware. -CO 

Oh well, then. But I warned you. -JM x

I was aware of that as well. Au revoir. -CO

And that is the end of it. The first thing I think of doing is texting Riley. I send him,

Meet me at Pinkberry again? I've got news. -CO

He replies back 'Yes.' Then I start to think of what I have done to stop Moriarty. So far, there hasn't been much.

I've had some people in my network disable his allies in some local shops. The shops either closed or got reported to the police. Next, I shot and killed Moriarty's right-hand man, but that is it so far.

Then I wonder if I will even have time to meet Riley. I don't think Sherlock will pick me up again after... that. So that means that my day should be free.

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Pinkberry is especially full today when Riley walks in. I have found the last two-person seat only moments before he walks in.

'Sorry I'm late. I don't have an excuse, I'm just lazy,' he says, sitting down.

'Yes, you are. Earlier today I got some texts from your brother. He threatened me,' I say, showing him the messages.

'Okay... and how did you respond?' he obviously didn't read the texts. I sigh.

'I just told him that his threats won't stop me. Then we had a little, unimportant chat.' I say, taking the phone back.

'Good, I think you did the right thing.' he tells me, 'Listen, obviously now he knows that I am working against him, but I don't think he'll stop feeding me information. He likes playing games with people, to see how they'll perform. I'll keep you updated if I find out anything new--'

'Clara?' I hear a familiar voice from behind me. The baritone of Sherlock.

'Hm, oh, yes?' I turn around. Sherlock is standing there next to John in line.

'What are you doing here?'

'Oh, um, just having a date with my boyfriend,' I force a smile and reach across the table to pat Riley's hand. Riley forces a weak smile. We are the epitome of awkward.

But, somehow, Sherlock buys it. 'Oh...' ...Am I imagining it, or do I see a pained look in his eyes? 'Well, I've been thinking, I'm a bit busy tomorrow, so I won't be picking you up.'

'Okay,' I say, when really, half of me is sad about it. He goes back to joining John, who is still staring at the menu.

I stand up from my chair, feeling Sherlock's eyes on me.

''Kay then, Riley,' I fake hug him. 'See you later. Text me!' He kisses me on the cheek for good measure and I walk out of the shop, leaving Riley behind.

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