Okay, firstly appologies for delaying the update, I began this chapter before Christmas but then got sidetracked. Secondly there are two parts to this chapter running parallel to eachother. It gets a bit weird but just keep with it, the weirdness will make sense eventually.

"Hello?"

Everything was black.

"Hello? Are you okay?" Still nothing, but the voice sounded close. Vaguely Scottish.

Eyes! I've got to open my eyes!

"Hell-oo-ho!" A young ginger girl stood in a field looking over the man's body.
"Ah!" The man in the tweed jacket shouted and stood up with a jolt. "What am I doing!? Where, Where's..." His memories were disappearing, he knew they were there, but they slipped through his fingers, falling further and further away every time he grasped for them.

"Who are you mister?"

"Who...wh-who am I?"

"You fell from the sky, it looked pretty dangerous."

"I-I-I I'm..." He searched his head for names, Sarah, Rory, Susan, Clara, no, those names definitely weren't his. He thought harder and was 70 percent sure he had found his name. "John Smith." John stood up and brushed himself down before collapsing once more.

"Amelia Pond." The girl offered her hand to help Mr Smith up.

"Uh, forgive me, but what's going on, in general I mean, I seem to have amnesia. What year is it?"

"Year? What's that?"

"Year, year? Mo no no!" He shouted clutching his head. "This is basic information how can I forget this!? Time, time, time!" He shouted in frustration.

"You're weird."

John Smith smiled hearing the girl say this. "Hang on did you say your name was Amelia?"

"Uhuh." The girl nodded.

"It's... I think I." He stumbled still not quite strong enough to stand up on both legs. "I think I knew someone by that name. A long time ago." realising that tears were welling up in his eyes John hurriedly wiped them away just as a death roar echoed across the plain.

"It's back!" The girl ran. She searched for cover but in a field like the one they were in the most she would be able to find would be a knee high shrub. Instead, she crouched down and cowered behind John.

"What is it, what's back?" The man said with some urgency to the girl at his legs.

"The Dragon, it's going to eat me!"

"Dragon? Nonsense, don't be absurd." John scoffed at the idea. "No Dragon would stray this far from its nest unless it routinely scouted the area. No mountains in sight, which means its nest can't be nearby and the lack of burn marks on the ground mean it never visits here usually." He stopped himself, pleased and stunned at the same time. "Oh... That's weird how do I know that." John swiped at the air with his hands. "Bah! That's besides the point. Dragons don't exist so-"

He was cut short by little Amelia's gasp of horror. He followed her extended finger and high in the sky John could make out a vague black shape, growing closer by the second."I told you! It's here!"

"Alright." Said John in a calm soothing manner. "I want you to stay behind me, got that, whatever happens stay behind me." He looked east, just on the horizon was an old cottage. "We need to try and get to there." He didn't know why, but he was sure that of they could make it there they would be safe. "Stay with me and when I say run, run!"

The girl put on a brave face and nodded. Noe that the creature was almost upon them, John could get a closer look at the Dragon. It looked how he expected a dragon should, at least on the body. It's head was more human shaped than dragon and it was clearly female, upon closer examination John saw that the Dragon was missing an eye. It dived at the pair but John ducked just in time to dodge. This clearly irritated the monster which then focused its attack solely on the man. It swooped at John, mouth open wide ready to bite a chunk out of him.

"No!" Said John, pained. He hold back the Dragons jaw with his arms. The Dragon fought back wriggling its mouth, John knew he couldn't hold it back forever. "RUN!" He yelled at Amelia, his grip weakening. This distraction allowed the monster to take the advantage, crushing John's arm with its teeth.

He yelled out in agony, pulling what was left of his mangled arm out of the Dragon's mouth. Glancing over to Amelia she was making exceptional progress, she was over half way to the safe zone.

Can't be as far away as it looks.

The Dragon caught John's gaze too, it looked over at the girl and flapped its wings, beginning take-off. "No! Over here!" He yelled desperately. "Finish the job! Kill me! JUST KILL ME!"

The Dragon appeared to smile towards John as it grabbed the girl in its claws. She flew vertically up above the clouds, yet John could still hear the girl's screams. He stood there shocked and the scream grew louder. John tilted his head up to see poor Amelia falling from the sky. "AMY!" He shouted trying to catch the girl, holding up his good arm. She landed far from John with an earth shaking thud.

He ran over to the girl, lying on the floor, she didn't appear to have any physical trauma, she looked like she was just sleeping. A second after he reached her, Amelia shattered into a million shards which melted into the grass. John collapsed on the ground where Amelia had been and tears streamed down his cheeks as he desperately felt the ground. In the distance he heard the Dragon's roar, like laughter. The air grew hotter around him, but John paid it no attention, searching the ground for any clue to the girl's whereabouts. She couldn't be dead, she didn't die, she just disappeared, she went somewhere else, right? He was so absorbed in this train of thoughts that he didn't see the Dragon's fire until it was too late.

Clara returned from the toilet to find the observation deck completely empty. Completely, not just a lack of people, but lack of any evidence that people had ever been there. Clara rolled her eyes, this was so typical of the Doctor. One minute he'd be there, then he'd tell her to go off somewhere, or find out about something, and then next thing she knew he'd go missing!

Deciding that it would be better to look for the Doctor rather than wait for him to find her, Clara inspected the table where they had been just a few minutes ago. She looked to see if there were any clues to the Doctor's whereabouts, or Lawson's for that matter. The surface of the table had been wiped clean, there was nothing Clara could find there other than the fact that someone wanted to make it look like they hadn't been here. She bent down to look at the floor, to see if anything was left behind. It had all disappeared so quickly, there must've been some trace of what happened.

"Mo Jo Ko Ro Po!" The door burst open with the Judoon patrol scouring the building.

"Rats!" Muttered Clara under her breath, she was stuck under the table with no way out without being discovered.

Well, seeing as I'm under here, I might as well do a thorough search.

Feeling around in the floor, Clara came across a hard object under the rug the table was sat on. She peeled away the sides of the rug to discover some sort of ventilation shaft. Clara might have found her way out.

Oh come on, that soo fits the cliché, it's too good to be true.

She took a quick glance around the room. There was only one door that led anywhere, the door that she and the Doctor had came in through. It was unlikely the Doctor had gone back that way and the hatch being so close to where he was sitting, he could've easily escaped in the time she was on the loo. However that still didn't explain what happened to everyone else.

One problem at a time, Clara.

Clara looked out again. The Judoon were staying in this room, like they could smell she was in there. Could they? Clara wished the Doctor was here, he'd know if they could. Clara felt the table, it was light, she could lift it out the way, but not without getting caught by the Judoon. She waited until there were no Judoon near her table or looking in her direction and then, quick as a flash, pushed aside the table and lifted the rug.

The Judoon cried shouts of "No Bo Ro!" and "Jo Ko No!" as they ran to where they heard the banging as the table moved.

Clara grabbed hold of the metal gate, but she couldn't open it. "Crap!" The door was jammed, she hadn't thought to check. In the few seconds before the Judoon arrived she grabbed the first thing she could, a metal chair, and slammed it with all her might at the gateway. The entrance to the shaft gave way and she wriggled in. Clara shuffled through the narrow passage as fast as she could, despite the fact she was certain the Rhinos couldn't fit into the air vent, she didn't want to take any chances.

"Argh!" The Doctor screamed in pain but his eyes remained firmly shut.
His body was upright in a glass tube, his shirt removed and numerous probes attached to his upper body. The Silurian scientist from earlier was stood by a holographic console, recording the test subject's reactions.

"Hmm, yes, now that is new." The scientist mused as he recorded data on the computer. "T'kor?" He called over to his assistant who rushed to his side.
Clara crawled overhead. A grate in the vent allowed her to see what was going on below her. "I need you to store this one on a chip." The scientist told the other.

"What one's this one?" Replied T'kor.

"It's difficult to say. It'll need quite a bit of refining, but it appears to be sorrow. There's a lot more in there where that came from too!"

"Excellent sir, I'll get the chip. Are you going to process the rest soon?"

"Yes..." The silurian said lost in thought. "I should finish off the upload soon." As T'kor went off, his leader pressed another button and the Doctor yelled, only this time his yelling didn't stop.

Clara forced herself away from where she could see the Doctor being tortured, it was too much for her to take, but his screams still made their way to her ears. Clara began planning how she would free the Doctor, but first she needed to find a way out without being seen. She quickly shuffled through the tube to find the nearest exit.

The tunnel sloped down until there was an opening on ground level out into a storage cupboard. Clara began to make her way out but quickly retreated back the way she came, avoiding detection of T'kor, on his way to find the equipment for his boss.

"Let me see..." He walked over to a shelf and from a box picked out a small data chip, similar to the one the TARDIS had been in. "This ought to do it." A thought crossed Clara's mind, the TARDIS. If the Doctor had been taken and didn't have his jacket, then where did the TARDIS chip go? She decided she'd cross that bridge once the Doctor had been freed.

As the scientist quickly returned to the hallway he had just been in Clara fully emerged from hiding. She needed to get the two researchers away from the Doctor. Some sort of distraction. The door was still open, Clara could hear footsteps so T'kor couldn't be too far away. Close enough to hear if something happened anyway. She pushed hard against a metal shelf, causing it to topple over and domino into the rest, letting out an almighty crash.

"What the hell was that!?" Clara shouted, trying to attract the attention of T'kor. She hurriedly put on a lab coat hanging by the door and hastily tied her hair behind her head, trying to look as professional as she possible. T'kor rushed in and stared at the chaos on the floor. "No, no, no, no, no. Malor won't like this."

"Were you the last one in here?"Clara used her strict nanny voice.

"Y-Y-Yes, I was." He stammered.

"I think you should take Malor here." Clara assumed Malor was the other Silurian, the one working on the Doctor. "Seeing as it was you who caused all this mess."

T'kor mumbled something before swiftly departing to fetch his superior.

Back in the air duct above the room with the Doctor, Clara could still hear the screams, sounding increasingly strained. The room was now empty so she pushed the grate out of the way and climbed down into the room.

Clara looked at the control panel. Clara couldn't understand much of what was showing on the screen, for even though she had been uploaded to the Great Intelligence she had only gotten "computer stuff" from her time and not from the far future, but there were some parts that were universal.

There was a loading bar about 80% done, Clara didn't want to find out what would happen to the Doctor when the bar reached 100%. There was one other symbol that was pretty universal, the off button.

Let's see what they've done to you.

Clara pressed the button. The Doctor's cries of pain turned to deep breathing and he collapsed on the floor.

"Doctor Foreman! Doctor!" Explosions sounded left, right and centre.

"What's going on?" The Doctor asked, he felt like he'd been asleep for a very long time.

"Get ready man." Said a military man with slightly graying brown hair and a moustache. "We're going over the top!"

After the Mass Effect references I've struggled to remember to write Silurian, not Salarian. I've been listening to a lot of the Big finish audio dramas recently and some of Zagreus might seep through into this story (not necessarily a bad thing, it's really good and I would really recommend you listen to some of 8's audios.)

You have probably noticed, but I'm trying to feature (or reference) as many companions as I can throughout these stories, and don't worry, it will continue. As a note, Amelia saying "It's going to eat me." was purposefully quoting something her daughter would say. See you soon!