No prizes for guessing what Clara needs to do

"Not good," the Doctor murmured. "Not good, not good..."

"I'll say, she's parading me around everywhere like-"

"Not that," the Doctor said. "If the Mara realises you were splintered through time, who knows what it could do with that? All your selves are connected, if it can follow those threads..."

"It's going to make all of me naked?!" Clara yelped.

"What?" the Doctor blinked. "No. It'll take them over, like it did that version of you."

"Oh," Clara breathed a sigh of relief. "That's g- uh, bad. Really bad. Right. So, any solution?"

The Doctor paused. He paced the clearing for a few moments, uncertain; then he jumped, clapping once excitedly.

"I've got it!" he said. "The Mara can be repelled by the still point, a mind that's perfectly calm; it leaves it nothing to cling on to, actively pushes it away. And with you here, if you reach the still point and attune yourself with that iteration of you, then that version of you will be freed from it too!"

"Ok..." Clara said slowly. "So, assuming I have any idea what you're talking about, how do we go about doing any of that?"

"You need to be at peace with yourself," the Doctor said. "Relax. Calm down."

"Ok. Doesn't sound so hard," Clara said.

"Great! Ok, if you'll just take your clothes off we can-"

"Hey now!" Clara squeaked. "You didn't say anything about-"

"You have to attune with that version of you," the Doctor said. "Lie here like she did, it should get your mind in the right frame. You obviously remember this world, so some part of her's already active in you. If you can strengthen that connection by doing what she did..."

"Right, right, I get it," Clara said, flushing. "Get naked, save the universe, gotcha. Uh. Are you sure there are no other options?"

"Clara, the Mara is one of the most dangerous evils in the-"

"Ok, ok, fine," Clara said, reddening. "Could you, um, turn around?"

She glanced around the jungle for a moment, wind chimes rattling over her. Don't fall asleep, the Doctor had said. Otherwise apparently she could deal with whatever this threat was. By-

Clara swallowed. After making sure the Doctor was facing away, she once more looked around to make sure none of the world's locals were coming any closer. Then, blushing, she quickly slipped out of her dress. She left her shoes and her socks just by it, red-faced.

Somehow she didn't think underwear alone would do it... Biting her lips, Clara slowly undid her bra and slid off her panties, putting them with the rest of her clothes.

This had better not take long!

Slowly, Clara lay herself down on the jungle floor, trying to remember the position her echo had been in. On her back, head there, arm laying over her abdomen... Tits utterly exposed to the air, to say nothing of her cunt. Hopefully different grooming habits weren't going to end the universe.

Now what was she meant to do?! Her cheeks heated up.

"Ok, now try to feel calm," the Doctor said. "The eye in the centre of the storm, perfectly relaxed-"

"Kinda hard when you wanted me to be naked!" Clara squealed.

"You have to find the still point within yourself, something with no fear, no-"

How was she meant to think about anything except how the air felt on her bare skin?! Admittedly, not inherently unpleasant, but it was doing nothing to remind her that anyone that happened to stumble upon to them was going to be getting a full frontal look at her.

She shifted, nervously bringing her arm up, slender limb brushing against the underside of her tits. Maybe she could cover up slightly, wouldn't be so bad-

"Clara!" the Doctor said suddenly. "You need to be in the same position as her, make sure-"

"Ahh! You're not meant to be looking!" Clara squealed. She rather hurriedly made sure her arms were covering up.

"Clara, please," the Doctor's voice softened. "This is important. Can you really not focus on finding the still point?"

"Hmm," Clara said. "Let me think. I'm starkers in the middle of a jungle on an alien planet that apparently has more nudists wandering around who, oh yes, have already seen me naked because of that echo. I'm doing my best!"

The Doctor paused. After a moment he walked over, crouching to her side; Clara reddened even more.

"Clara, look at me," he said softly. "You can relax. Do you mind if I try something?"

"Haven't you tried enough?" Clara squeaked.

"Time Lords are slightly telepathic," he said. "I can hypnotise you. Not as well as some people I knew, I am a bit rusty, but if you want I can try to make an artificial still point. If you're linked, it should still be enough to repel the Mara."

"Then I can get dressed?"

The Doctor nodded. Clara flushed.

"Ok," she squeaked. "Then we never talk about this again. Got that, mister?"

The Doctor nodded. He knelt getting more comfortable over his nude, flustered companion. He met her eyes.

"Ok, Clara," he said, voice softer. "You can relax. There's nothing wrong. You are perfectly comfortable, perfectly safe. Listen to me. You feel as though the world is still, there is no fear or doubt, no need to worry, just stillness."

"No... need," Clara murmured.

Her eyes seemed unfocused. Delicately the Doctor repositioned her arms, lying her more like her echo.

"You won't fall asleep," he said, "But you do feel relaxed enough to. You're calm..."