It was exactly where she said she'd left it. The Doctor stooped and scooped up his screwdriver, turning it over in a cursory examination. Pocketing it, he pulled out his key to the TARDIS, staring at it for a bit longer than would be considered "normal". Sensing Danny behind him, he inserted the key, turning the lock. As the bigger-on-the-inside box swallowed Danny and the Doctor, the doors slammed shut behind them.
The Doctor immediately strode over to the TARDIS controls and went to work pushing buttons and lifting levers. Danny leaned heavily against the railing encircling the TARDIS console, gazing at the lump of dull metal in his hand.
"Now, if you'd like, I can drop you off on an all-cyborg world. Or android. I won't judge," the Doctor said with a shrug. Danny looked up sharply in disbelief, pushing himself to full-standing position.
"You're not serious." The Doctor raised his head and peered at Danny's distorted image through the console's central pillar. "We have to find her."
"Uh, yeah, I am. And no, we don't," he said, returning to the controls in front of him.
"Clara is out there somewhere, and we need to get her back!"
Slamming his fist on the console, the Doctor stormed around it to look at Danny straight-on. "Were you even paying attention? The Clara we know is gone. Missy destroyed whatever made her her. That watch, with all it's precious memories, thoughts, and emotions was the ONLY thing that could make her 'Clara' again. And it no longer exists! Just take a look at that piece of scrap in your hands. There is no going back to the way things were. You don't even have a body anymore!" he said with an irritated wave of his hand.
"But I can damn well use it to bring her back! Maybe there isn't much hope of us getting back to our old lives, but I can sure as hell try to give her a life again! You say that if this was whole," he said, shaking the remains of the pocket watch, "we could bring her back. That means Clara is in the Valeyard somewhere."
"I keep telling you!" The Doctor threw up his hands in frustration. "Why do you humans never listen?! It is not possible without that watch! Do you have any fathomable idea how Time Lord technology works? Of course you don't! But you SHOULD know what you've learned today! Get it through that artificial head of yours! We LOST. She is now my doppelganger, an evil twin. The evilist of twins. Yes, I will find her. But only to destroy her. And I don't need your metal and polymer body to help me."
Staring at him aghast, Danny asked incredulously, "You're not even going to try?! After everything she has done for you, you're just going to, what, kill her?!"
"She is not-"
"I don't care if you say it's impossible! She told me about some of the things you and her did that were considered 'impossible'! So don't tell me you're giving up on her!" Danny yelled, jabbing an angry finger at the Doctor. "You will take me with you. And we will find her. Not the Valeyard in her body. We'll find her."
"You humans. You believe in hope to the point of idiocy," he said with a disgusted wave of his hand.
"If we don't have hope, then what do we have?"
"A realistic outlook!" the Doctor fired back bluntly. In the silence that followed, he rubbed his right temple in frustration. "Disregarding the fact that this 'plan' of yours is properly impossible," he said, emphasizing the word, "and will never work, we're not exactly the most ideal travel companions anyway," the Doctor said dismissively. "We've never had very...rosy feelings for each other."
"Well I sure can't deny that," Danny shot back sardonically. He strode over to the Doctor and said evenly, "But you need me."
The Doctor glanced at him in disbelief. "Why would I ever need you?"
"Because you think you have to kill Clara-"
"But I know you don't want to," Danny interrupted. "And you need me to remind of you of that."
"What, you'll be a conscience on my shoulder? I've got enough things on my shoulders."
"Do you want to add more guilt to that chip you carry so much?" Danny retorted.
"Don't be ridiculous," the Doctor said, turning away from his intense gaze. Silence fell as he strode to the center of the room and leaned against the controls. Danny returned to his side and leveled him with a piercing stare.
"She told me all about you," he continued. "How much she believed in you. How 'admirable' your beliefs are. How you would always try to do things for the good. If there is even the slightest chance she is still in there, how can you deny her that chance?" he questioned emphatically.
The Doctor simply shook his head, never lifting his eyes from the console. With disgust, Danny said, "She must've been wrong about her faith in you and what you believe in. Because I'm not seeing it."
Rounding on Danny, the Doctor spat menacingly, "Don't. You. Dare."
Danny drew himself up to his fullest height and eyed the Doctor defiantly. "I do. Prove me wrong." Shaking his head again, the Doctor returned to the TARDIS's controls and began angrily flipping switches. "Prove me wrong!" Danny shouted furiously.
"What do you think I'm DOING?!" the Doctor shot back, his voice escalating with each word. Danny fell back on his heels and stared in disbelief. "Oh, don't give me that look! Your new eyes are just as bad as hers," he said with a wave of his hand. The Doctor circled around the console, pushing buttons and turning dials. With a resigned tone, he said "You need a more fitting body, one that doesn't have such big...those," he said, indicating Danny's still-wide eyes. "We're going to a planet called Cybermal. Yes, that's it's actual name. No, it has nothing to do with the internet, technically. Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. It's one of the best places in the universe to get an advanced android body, one that doesn't feel so...clunky to a human being or...whatever you are now," he said, gesturing to Danny's borrowed form.
"You're going to do it? You're going to try to save her?" Danny inquired, stunned.
With the briefest of glances back up at him, the Doctor added, "I have an acquaintance there that owes me a favor. If you can stop treating me like I don't have a conscience, maybe I can get you a body with your old appearance, if that's what you want."
The silence stretched on until Danny slowly circled the console to stand at the Doctor's side. He raised his fist and gingerly placed the remains of the ruined pocket watch on a seemingly secure spot on the TARDIS's sloping control panel. "You are a good man," Danny said weightily. The Doctor focused on the significant lump of metal placed before him. A moment later, he hit one last button, and the sound of untouched brakes emanated around them.
As the TARDIS cut its ties to their current place in space and time, Danny and the Doctor raised their heads and stared wordlessly at the spinning Gallifreyen-inscribed mechanism above them.
A/N—Thank you for reading through my "Death in Heaven" prediction! Reviews, comments, and criticisms welcome. Until next time, happy reading, and enjoy the Series 8 finale!