The Planet Of Magic

''Ok'' The Doctor ran into the console room, he had waited for Clara to dry and dress before guiding her back to prevent anymore wandering. ''So, we are stuck on this planet''

''What's the planet called?'' Clara asked

''Alisa, is its proper name, but to us it means 'The Planet Of Magic' '' The Doctor replied ''Nothing harmful has lived here for millions of years, the creatures that live here work with the eco system, they help the plants and vegetation to thrive and pollinate, no houses or villages, just pure wilderness''

''Well, obviously not'' Clara said blatantly

''I need you to remember Clara'' He walked towards her, his face serious ''Remember exactly what happened, what it felt like''

''I can't'' She said quickly, ''I stepped into the water and it was as though my mind went blank. It smelt so fresh and sweet, I just focused on that''

''What did?''

''The water'' Clara said

''The smell comes from the flowers, its sucked in through the roots by the salt in the rock which then seeps into the pool. None of the flowers here are dangerous. So why you?''

''Why not you, you got in the pool to'' She argued

''Perhaps it was the length of time you where in there'' He suggested

''We should go and look, whatever grabbed my leg is probably still down there'' Clara walked towards the doors.

''Clara, wait…'' He ran up behind her ''When you leave those doors, chances are whatever is in that pool will draw you to it. You need to remember it's a trap and its not real, whatever Is in that water wants to harm you, and it has lodged itself in your mind''

''How do you know that?''

''The Tardis had no choice but to follow you when you tried to direct her, do you know how difficult that is? The telepathic link between her and I is complicated enough without throwing a human into the mix, whatever it was in that pool has brought you back here, you cannot remember anything you do when your transfixed?''

Clara shook her head
''Why not tell me to stay here then?'' She questioned, smiling slightly as he lifted an eyebrow. ''If its so dangerous then why not tell me to remain here''

''Because A. you wouldn't listen and B. I don't know what Is causing this, it doesn't affect me and the sonic won't pick it up either. I need you''

Those last words. 'I need you' rung in her head ''I would listen. If I thought you where right'' She said playfully

''That hurt'' The Doctor said, mocking his fake pain.

Clara walked towards the doors, before she opened them she felt his hand on her arm, turning her to face him ''Whatever it tells you do to, however loud the siren is or whatever thoughts are put into your head. Block them out. Do not listen. If in doubt remain still''

She released a deep breath, usually if something bad was going to happen she was aware of it, not knowing seemed to panic her.

As they stepped outside the wonderful smells and sounds filled her senses. The planet was truly beautiful, with its deep purple and blue sky, etched with a light pink trace here and there, the moon and stars as white as snow, twinkling in the sky without a single cloud to cover it.

They had parked exactly where they did last time. The Tardis point blank refused to move, There was a force field around it somehow, preventing it from leaving, Clara was not safe, wherever she was, the siren was to.
He thought vaguely that if Clara was not on the Tardis, that perhaps it would move, after all the siren was not affecting him.

They walked through the vegetation on their left, just like before the narrow pink sand pathway was neatly set between the orange, blue and yellow trees, large flowers of various colours and patterns lined the pathway with smaller flowers covering the extra space.
''How are you feeling?'' The Doctor asked Clara who remained behind him

''Fine'' Clara replied with a hint of relief in her voice.

They reached the clearing. Upon closer inspection the view looked even better. Clara had been drawn to the pool almost immediately, and as she looked across the cliff face she saw a deep pink sand type of beach followed by a deep blue sea crashing its waves onto the shoreline.
The contrast in colours was enough to dazzle someone, no siren needed.

The Doctor walked over to the pool, it was the same as it had been, the same colour covered the surface, the rocks remained dry around the outside and the smell of flowers arose from the water's surface. Clara noticed him carefully walking the waters edge, right where she had sat a short while ago, he tried to see into the water but found it near impossible.

''The colour must be a cover, like a blanket to hide its form, whatever is down there doesn't want to be seen''

Clara walked over to the water, standing a distance away as she feared she may end up tranced again. ''I don't feel any different''

''Something telepathically links you, but what?'' He scanned the water. Nothing. No life detected, no movement, just still water.

''Clara, think about something that you care about'' The Doctor said, scrambling from the water's edge and facing her ''Something that creates multiple feelings in you, ones you cannot ignore''

Confusion struck her. ''Like work?'' She asked

''No, something personal, something nobody else in the world knows. How do we keep a secret without saying it?''

''What is a secret if you don't say it?'' Clara asked looking over to him

He looked at her knowingly ''A thought!''

''A thought?''

''Yes'' He began to get frantic ''Dreams are secrets, unless we decide to tell somebody, but what is it about dreams that confuse us so much?''

''Nothing, they are just dreams'' Clara said, trying to scramble together what he was rattling on about.

''They are realistic!'' He said quickly ''They make us believe it is actually happening, when we wake up, reality tells us it was our imagination, and we move on. But nobody else knows, nobody can live your secret dream''

''So thoughts are a secret because they cannot be shared without consent?'' Clara began to understand

''Exactly'' His hand movements really where over dramatic sometimes ''So, think of something, something that strikes emotion into you, something you get upset about and then feel good for, something you constantly have in the back of your mind no matter how hard to try not to put there''

Clara closed her eyes, scrambling her brain in a bid to find something, but nothing provoked such emotions, nothing held such a power over her. Except…
Doctor Her voice echoed inside his head, turning he saw her eyes closed as she began to think Who is the one person in the world you can trust, the one person who you follow no matter how dangerous it can be, the person you compare everybody else to in a bid to be happy. He is your best friend.
He saw her face change, gone was her slight frown and strained features, her mind eased into the thought process she constantly had in the back on her mind.
Who is the one person who cannot be replaced, the one person that shares your lonely nights, who shares your heart and soul, who drives you to be the best possible version of yourself.

He tried very hard to look at this from a professional type of view, he spent many hours with her, he did push her, she had learnt so much, she worked his gadgets as well as he did, she understood riddles and silent hints, she offered hope and happiness in the darkest parts of their adventures, but most importantly, she carried faith, faith that he would look after her, faith that his compassion, as weakening as it was at times, would be the emotion that drove him forwards to save the world and her.
He could write a list of the things he admired about her, and as her quiet, calming voice continued to echo in his head the list would get longer. However he knew it was not meant in such a context, he knew her feelings behind it.

He turned around to see the water begin to steam, something was changing, something was linking itself to her once more, it was feeding off of her emotions.
''Clara be more personal, think deeper, remember, nobody else can hear your thoughts'' He said in a hushed tone, guilt struck him like a kick in the gut, he was lying to her, he could hear her thoughts, how she was willingly putting her life on the line because she trusted him.

He had to tell her, but not right now. He had to know what was causing this.
Clara began thinking, thinking those thoughts she only thought of in private, the ones she swore would never become true How she longed for his touch, his lips on hers, to feel her skin tingle, her body beg for him, to hear him whisper her name, over and over.

He rubbed a hand over his face, this was getting intense, his will power began to falter ''Its working'' He said, his voice clearly deeper with a husky tone to it, the water was steaming now, bubbles began to rise to the surface.

Clara took a deep breath, her thoughts where trailing away with her, taking her to the deepest, darkest part of her mind. She wanted to fight it as she began to feel the pull, her body slipping into a trance like state. She wanted to make a wish, the impulse was to strong.
I wish…

The doctor looked over to her. I wish… why was she making a wish? He looked at the pool, the water bubbling furiously and the steam rising thick, he could see the colour start to spread and become faint, almost evaporating into the air.
I wish for his affection, to feel his intimacy, for him to… love me. She paused I want to feel his hands on me, his expert touch… I want to… scream for him.

He tried to ignore the rush of endorphins headed towards his groin, that nagging voice inside his head pushing him to follow her wishes, he could make her scream, and beg.
Urgh! He gritted his teeth furiously. No, NO! You are not crossing that line.

His eyes opened as he looked over and saw her breathing was laboured, she had reached some form of climax in her thoughts, her eyes still closed but her face relaxed, everything went still for a moment.
It was feeding off of her thoughts, but when her thoughts peaked? What happened then?

Clara's eyes slowly opened as her breathing became controlled. She eyed the Doctor and he could tell she was not looking at him as the sweet Clara he had come to love. She walked past him, kneeling down beside the pool.

He wanted to watch, but his impulse told him to pull her away.

Slowly her hand palmed the waters edge, all the colour and bubbles got stronger, the steam was thicker, and then everything directed to her hand.

''Clara'' He warned, feeling the heat of the pool which was no doubt touching her delicate human skin fiercely.

And then. Everything stopped. The steam stopped, the bubbles, all the colour vanished, she closed her hand as she pulled it out of the pool. Sitting back in a sort of daze.

He fell to his knees and grasped both her arms firmly, desperate to shout at her, to ask if she was ok.
But he didn't, as when he looked into her eyes he saw no pain or fear, she looked calm but when she smiled, it worried him.

Slowly she opened her hand, sitting inside it was a deep violet stone, it was shaped like a hexagon and mimicked the colour of the pools water.
''Salts'' He explained ''The water produced a collection of salts''

She didn't answer for a moment ''It is a bracelet'' She said quietly, looking at the black rope binding it into a small circle ''Put it on me''

''No Clara, no, something was feeding off of your thoughts, it created that stone and I fear what lies inside it is what's controlling you. Do not wear it!''

''Doctor, it's a bracelet, what harm can it do?''

''Well it could erase your memory, of whatever you think so passionately about, it could bind you here, the Tardis may refuse your entrance if there is a forcefield around you. It may well eat away at the rest of your memories like an all you can eat buffet until the buffet is gone and I am left with a brainless, memory less Clara''

She looked at him in shock ''Fair enough'' Clara turned and chucked the bracelet into the water. She didn't want to forget him, forget about how she felt.

The stone lit up in the water, floating on the surface as it beamed a deep red light, covering the water with an angry glow.
''Stones don't float, or glow'' Clara whispered.

Faint voices seemed to be coming from the pool now, they were a murmur, to quiet to hear properly, pointing his sonic screwdriver over to the water he turned the frequency up.
Her voice began to rattle from the water clearly, spreading her thoughts into the quiet surroundings. Clara's look turned from confused to shocked, she stood as she saw the Doctor transfixed in the voice, before tackling him and removing the sonic from his hand, turning it off and hearing her voice quieten down to a murmur once more.
''I was listening to that'' he said in defence

''They were my thoughts'' She said firmly ''The ones I was thinking about earlier.

He grabbed the stone from the water as it floated towards him. It felt warm in his hand and upon closer inspection he could see the particles moving inside it, as though her thoughts where trapped within it.
''Think something'' He said quickly. ''Anything''

This planet is beautiful Her voice once again ringing loud in his ear. The stone's particles swirled round violently for a few seconds before settling again.

''Its harvesting your thoughts'' He said quickly, turning to face her.

''So all my personal thoughts are in that stone?'' Clara said worriedly

''Yes''

''And your going to tamper with it''

''Yes''

This was bad.

D&C

The Tardis doors locked as night fell. The Doctor was not convinced they were safe, If Clara had the ability to control the Tardis then so did whatever was on the outside of it.

''Doctor?''

''Hmm''

''Why don't you just leave it alone, it isn't doing any harm?''

''Everything can do harm if it wants to Clara, you can never be to careful, and something that's linked to you and the pool is still holding the Tardis here''

''Why?''

''Because you don't want to leave'' He remarked knowingly

''Oh'' Clara realised he was right.

As she began to think once more the stone began to shimmer, it was a brighter colour now, the Tardis began to react to its presence, casting an unhappy moan across the room.
''Its interfering with her'' He said worriedly

As the evening's moon began to shine Clara suddenly found her thoughts stopped. She watched him busy himself with the Tardis, trying to find the source of interference, his fustration evident.

She walked up to him, he caught her eye and looked over to her. ''Clara what are you doing?''

''I want you'' She said quietly, her tone was hushed and her eyes seductive as she slowly closed the distance ''Why do you fight it so?''

''Clara'' He spoke with a warning, an almost worried tone, you're not yourself, whatever is making you do this, you need to fight it''

''I don't want to fight it'' She argued ''I want to indulge in it, in you. I want my thoughts to become real''

''Of course!'' He said, realising she had him trapped. ''The stone entitles you to act on your thoughts, your imagination becomes real. It controls your conscience''

''Or maybe, I just want you, have you ever thought about that?''

''Occasionally'' He admitted, knowing the real Clara was in a trance ''But this isn't the way Clara, we would be crossing a very delicate yet firm line''

Reasoning with her was useless as her hands linked into his own, he was pressed against the Tardis like a cornered prey, trying very hard to fight his brain against his heart.

''You cannot tell me you don't want it'' Clara ran her hand up his chest, dragging her nails down it, it put his skin on edge as he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. ''Clara, this is the trance talking, you have to fight it'' He was repeating himself, as though his brain was malfunctioning. Stupid emotions. Always getting in the way.

''Kiss me'' She said quietly ''Kiss me like you mean it, like you want me'' She whispered ''Like you did at the party''

Ah yes, the party, he had not forgotten that, it plagued him most nights when he was alone, analysing every tiny detail, enjoying the feeling of her falling into his arms, at mercy to his every move.

Stop it. Stop it. It's a siren you moron! He shouted at himself. He tried to shuffle away from her only to find she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body hot against his. His eyes flittered to the stone, glowing furiously as the salts moved around inside it.
''Indulge in me'' She whispered ''Give me what I want Doctor, this is me, just... Braver'' She smiled, and for a moment he saw the normal Clara, but this thing was influencing her brain, telling her it was ok to behave like this. Despite his rigid form and reluctance to her touch he knew she could see straight through it, he could feel his body tingle, physically letting him down.

'What is the one thing in the world that stops your thoughts' He thought to himself, meditating, wouldn't work on her, she was tranced not distressed, telepath, would expose her to him but possibly infect him to.
Urgh, he didn't know. He HATED not knowing.

Finally he found an answer, he pretended it was reluctance, perhaps to soothe his guilty conscience.

His hands wrapped around her waist, spinning her round he pressed her up against the console and kissed her. It was a slow, sensual kiss, exploring every inch of her lips, pulling them into his own as he felt her melt against his frame, one hand in his hair and the other moving down to slip between his jacket, skimming up his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath his clothing.
He nibbled at her bottom lip, his body humming its approval as she moaned and dug her nails into his scalp.
His tounge began exploring her mouth, dancing with her own as his hands travelled down, skimming across her waist and up to her breasts before thinking twice and moving back down, he was losing his will, because despite it all, he wanted her, more than he would ever care to admit.

She broke free from his kiss for a moment, her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed as she felt his hand trace circles on her thigh, she parted her legs, willing him to move upwards, her body flushed with desire and she had no shame about showing it.
He was beginning to feel uncomfortable, beginning to forget all about the complications and risks, he could get lost in this tiny woman who held so much passion and emotion yet used it so well.

''Please'' She begged, he knew she had no idea what she was asking, but her voice etched with desperation pushed him to far, picking her up he sat her on the Tardis console and stood between her legs, his hands clamping down on her hips like a vice, he pushed his body towards hers as her hands linked round his neck, pulling her to his mouth once more.

It was then, he realised. This was her fantasy, being played out in real life.
He wanted to complain but found it difficult, he had been in worse situations.

He still refused to accept this, accept that she genuinely wanted him, his eyes looking over to the stone, the glow had gone and the salts still spiralled gently within itself.

''Doctor'' She whispered against his lips, his mind distracting him.
He kissed her more furiously ''Doctor'' Her words firmer this time, he parted from her quickly, seeing her confusion across her face. ''What is going on?''

She was back, he smiled ''Clara'' Shit. He then realised

''You… trance… advances… umm… oh how do I put this'' He rubbed his hands over his face, his body throbbing for her attention, his mind muffled with thoughts of sex, screaming and playful thoughts. He coughed ''You fell into a trance, advancing on me. I understood that if I indulged and you stopped thinking it would break the trance''

She placed a finger to her lips, they tingled and she was well aware of her arousal, he must be good ''I don't remember'' She said

''No, you never would have said those things to me had you of been yourself'' He responded, realising his words sounded hurtful.

Clara slapped herself mentally ''Idiot'' She murmured

''Its not your fault'' He said, grabbing her hand and helping her down. Clara turned in shock ''I have had this thought before!'' She said quickly.
''I know'' He replied

''What do you mean you know?'' Clara questioned.

Shit.

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