#echoiclara

           This clever boy was currently crashing his spaceship, horrendously, into the Brighton Pier. With a frightening thud and a groaning noise, the TARDIS settled in the sand just beyond the Pier. The Doctor straightened up, and raced to the door, pulling the phone off the stand just as the TARDIS let out another groan and began to shift out into time and space once again ––

"No, no!!" He yelled, dialling quickly and stuffing the phone under his armpit as he tried to force the TARDIS down. "Come on, please, I know you hate it, just ––– " He heard the phone call ring through, and the confused voice on the other end of the line. Fumbling the phone into the crook between his ear and his shoulder, he held onto the console for dear life as the machine groaned and shuddered as she warred with whatever was in the area, preventing her from making a full landing.

"Hullo, Clara! Lovely to hear your voice!" Cheery even in the face of fairly-certain failure. "Look, I can't chit-chat all that much because I'm in a bit of a, well, rather a massive, absolute ginormous, situation." He let out a long cry as his grip shifted and he was thrown against the railings as the whole machine shifted, but luckily, managed to hang onto the phone. "I'm going to have the TARDIS send coordinates to your phone whenever I'm able to finally land her, and I need you to come pick me up." He struggled his way back to the console and managed to grab hold of one of the levers, pulling hard as the noise around him went from "bloody loud" to "deafening".

"And, and this is the most important thing of all, Clara, I need you to find me, and help me, no matter what state I'm in. Be prepared for anything, even me forgetting you." The Doctor managed to stabilize the TARDIS for long enough that he could exhale a sigh and let himself become more serious, though  adrenaline was still pumping through his body. "I'm going to need you, more than ever before."

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           "So, Dr. Smith, you understand the material well enough?" John had missed what exactly he was meant to be understanding, but he nodded anyways. The other man shrugged, and waved him towards a classroom. "Here's the classroom. Be careful with these lot; between you and me, they're an awful bunch." John nodded, smiling weakly. He'd been feeling odd since he woke up that morning, like he was forgetting something. It was that odd sort of nagging itch, like the worry that you've left the cat outside or the stove on, and it persisted. But, now he was here, he had more important things to do –– like teach Physics to this apparently awful bunch of Sixth-Form students –– and maybe something else that he couldn't quite remember.