Rosewater (p)

Clara sighs with relief as she notices the now blue mark. "My name is Clara Oswald and he," she points at the other man who stood close by. "Is Danny Pink, my fiancée." She smiles a gentle, sweet smile as she looks into his big, brown eyes. They held her attention in a more different way than his successors own green eyes once did. "Are you okay to stand, to walk?"

Clara smiles widely, her eyes bright as she takes the Doctor's, first using him to pull herself up and she shakes it, once, twice, three tomes before letting him go. "Technically I have already met you but for your sake, its a pleasure to meet you." She days this with her voice colored with humor. It was when she turned towards the building that some of the light in her dims.

Clara smiles at Danny as he takes her hand, pulling her towards the council building. She matches his pace and means her head against his arm, her free hand making random patterns on the fabric that covered his arm. "What exactly is it that we're looking for, Doctor? The gauntlet of Rassilon?"

"Sounds like a plan." Clara says as she squeezed Danny's hand. She knew of his military background but not about the child he accidentally killed while serving until it was too late. He was dead, choosing to send the kid in his stead in the one chance he had to come back. But against all the odds, against everything, here he was. Warm, solid and alive right next to her. Clara knew she should be happy, ecstatic, and she is but she couldn't stop thinking about him. Her Doctor. With his floppy brown hair, warm green eyes that always looked at her with curiosity and wonder, that smile, that childish smile that fit so easily to his face and the clothes. A dark purple tweed coat, a waistcoat from which a small golden watch swung from along with a plain dress shirt underneath it, dark pants, those ridiculous dress shoes and that stupid bowtie.

"I will, I love you too!" Clara calls after Danny as he ran off to do his part of the plan. When she turns to the Doctor to find him smirking at her, her cheek grow hot with blush. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, she quickly walks pass the Doctor, reaching the doors of the council building before he did. She twists her engagement ring around on her fingers as she examines the entrance hallway when after she enters the building. Wow, the Timelords certainly don't hold back when it comes to interior decorating.

Clara had to bite her lip to keep from saying that she has seen the Timelord clothing. Worn them in fact during one of her echoes lives from when she jumped into the Doctor's time stream to save him from the Great Intelligence by endlessly being born and dying again and again. "Danny is my fiancée, not my boyfriend. You saw him propose to me, I know you watched."

Clara walked cautiously in the crowd of people. She looks at the Doctor as he mumbles under his breath, his expression worried. Without thinking, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers in attempt to comfort him. "Don't worry, Danny will do his part. If not for you, for me, I am with you after all. I could get in trouble too and he understands that."

To Clara, it was all a blur. The soldiers come rushing in, grabbing both her and the Doctor. She struggled against the men who held on tight to her but they never lost their grip, in fact, their hands seemed to tighten the more she moved. She didn't notice the woman till she was right in front if them. "Missy...." She breathed, going still. She looks over at the Doctor, guilt flooding her heart, pumping the emotion all throughout her body. This all was her fault, she was the one to suggest that they take the mark off of the Doctor's wrist. Now they all will pay for it. Clara looks away from the Timelord just in time to see Danny's body being carried into the room. Her heart leaps at the sight of his bleeding form, the ring on her left hand feeling like a 100 pound weight. For a moment, Clara had absolutely no care for the aliens surrounding her, not even the Doctor. "DANNY!" Her fiancée's name rips from her throat and her struggling against the guards who held her started once again as tears stained her orange shirt.

Clara stumbles as the guards let her go, she rushes over to Danny, falling to her knees at his side. She gently takes his face in her hands, only to find that his eyes were blank and lifeless. Danny Pink is dead. Missy killed him. Clara sits back on her legs, looking up to see that the Doctor had been handcuffed to a pole, facing it with his back to the evil woman who now held a...laser whip. Everything seems to slow down as she pushes herself to her feet, pushing her way through the crowd, making it to the base of the stage. Clara then climbs it, one of her black flats falling off in the process. She then runs to the Doctor, throwing herself in between him and Missy before she got the chance to slash at him with her whip.

Clara glared at Missy, jumping when she felt the Doctor's foot on the back of her legs, pushing her away. She was outnumbered, all by herself with the Doctor tied up and Danny dead. She turns to the Timelady, anger tainting her surprisingly steady voice. "I know your daughters, Missy. I will find them and they will stop you. They love him a thousand tines more than they do you, especially his wife." Clara spares one more glance at the Doctor before running off of the stage. Now all that was,left was to figure out how the hell she was going yo contact and convince the mourning women to come.