"Come on, quickly! What are you doing?" I ask.
"My bustle is stuck."
"Your bustle?" the Doctor pulls Clara through the window. She lands on top of him.
"You're going to have to take those clothes off...I didn't mean."
"I know. I understand I do."
"Good" they both get up.
"Now, what's the plan?" Clara asks.
"Who said we've got a plan?" I ask.
"Course you've both got a plan. You took that" she points to the umbrella.
"Maybe I'm an idiot," the Doctor says.
"You're not. You're clever. Really clever, both of you."
"Are you?" the Doctor throws Clara the umbrella.
"If we've got a plan, what is it? You tell us" I say.
"That's the way to do it!"
"Is this a test?" Clara asks.
"Yes."
"What will it do to us?"
"Kill us."
"That's the way to do it!" the Governess turns to snow to get through the window.
"So, come on then. Plan. Do we have one?" the Doctor asks.
"Oh, I know what your plan is. I knew straight away."
"No, you didn't."
"Course I did."
"Show us."
"Why should I?"
"Because we'll be dead in under thirty seconds. Do we have a plan?"
"If we'd been escaping, we'd be climbing down the building. If we'd been hiding, we'd be on the other side of the roof. But no, we're standing right here."
"So?" I ask.
"So!" Clara reaches up with the umbrella and pulls the ladder down. The Governess is reforming on the roof "after you, both" Clara says
"After you," the Doctor says.
"After you, I'm wearing a dress. Eyes front, soldier!" the Doctor starts climbing the ladder, I go after him.
"My eyes are always front!" the Doctor shouts back.
"Mine aren't" I look down.
"Stop it," she says.
"No. I understand you're the previous governess. I regret to inform you the position is taken. Goodnight" Clara taps the ladder, steps onto it and is raised into the air "so, you both can move your cloud? You can control it?"
"No. No one can control clouds, that would be silly. The wind, a little bit" the Doctor says.
"She's following us," Clara says.
"That's the idea. Keep her away from the snow. So. Barmaid or governess, which is it?" I ask.
"That thing is after us, and you want a chat?"
"Well, we can't chat after we've been horribly killed, can we?"
"How did we get up so high so quick?"
"Clever staircase. It's taller on the inside."
"What am I standing on, what's this made of?"
"Super dense water vapour. Should keep her trapped for the moment" the Doctor says.
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The Oncoming Storm ²
Fanfiction(UNDER EDITING) What happens when the Doctor's wife travels with him through time and space. Seer: a person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds. Oc reader
