𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅲ [✓]

The Time Of The Doctor Pt. 3

*Forest*

Snow is falling all around as the Doctor, {Y/N} and Clara beam in.

"Oh, cold. Very cold" Clara says.

"Ok, don't worry. There's a heat loss filter in your hologram shell. It'll kick in, just give it a moment" {Y/N} says trying to warm Clara up, before walking off to the side.

"So, sweet little town covered in snow, half the universe in terror. Why? Why?" the Doctor asks.

"Oh, my God!" Clara says.

"What?" the Doctor asks, Clara has spotted an arm sticking out of the snow.

"There's something under the snow. It's..."

"What is it?" {Y/N} asks.

"It's cold."

"Ok, just stand back please, Clara," the Doctor says.

"It's stone. It's just stone. It's only a statue" Clara says.

"Clara, step away from it!" {Y/N} says, the hand grabs her ankle.

"Clara, keep looking at it. Don't look away. Don't even blink!" the Doctor says.

"What is it?" Clara asks.

"There is a Weeping Angel under the snow. It looks like a statue, isn't a statue. Can you get your foot out?' {Y/N} asks.

"Only if I get it out of my shoe."

"You're not wearing a shoe," the Doctor says.

"Good point."

"Ok, pull hard. One, two, three!" she comes free and they tumble backwards. Lots of Angels are starting to emerge from the snowdrifts.

"They're climbing out of the snow. Oh, God!" Clara says.

"Keep looking at them. At all of them" {Y/N} says.

"Why?"

"Quantum locked lifeform. It can only move if it's unobserved" the Doctor replies.

"What is it doing here?"

"Same as everybody else. Must've got past Tasha's shield" {Y/N} says.

"Keep looking!" the Doctor says, the Angels advance.

"I can't. I can't see. The snow's in my eyes."

"I just need to bring the TARDIS down," the Doctor says.

"You can't fly it remotely" Clara replies.

"No, but it can home in on the key."

"But she took your key!"

"She took one of them" the Doctor pulls off his wig to reveal a spare glowing TARDIS key, Clara gasps and {Y/N} laughs before quickly covering her mouth.

*TARDIS*

"Engines activating" the TARDIS materialises around them.

"The old key in the quiff routine. Classic" the Doctor says as he puts his wig on Handles "ok, homing in on the mysterious message. Ooo yes, I like that. The mysterious message."

"You've shaved your head?" Clara asks.

"Yep. Clever plan to get us past the shield."

"You got bored one night, didn't you?"

"Yeah, tiny bit bored"

"Is that what happened to your eyebrows?" Clara asks, {Y/N} laughs once again.