Two's company

Clara had no idea how much time had passed; she had no clock or watch to tell the time and the bright, artificial light never dimmed. All Clara knew was that she was hungry and bored.

The naked girl had systematically checked every inch of her prison that she could reach, testing for weakness, for a way out…but there was nothing. Clara slumped down onto the floor, defeated. She ended up lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling as sleep evaded her. The brunette massaged her empty stomach with one hand, shivering, her eyes beginning to sparkle with tears.

Clara was scared, naked and alone. She knew that the Doctor wouldn’t abandon her; but how would he find her?

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Clara felt herself drifting off to sleep when a loud noise jolted her awake again.

“Doctor? Doctor!”

Clara scrambled to her feet, arms thrown firmly across her body again as she studied the intruder.

Like herself, the young woman was completely naked, with not a follicle of body hair in sight. Her vibrant ginger hair cascaded down her back, contrasting starkly with her pale skin. Her small breasts were pert and her legs…they seemed to go on forever!

The ginger girl jumped as she saw Clara for the first time.

"Woah!" she exclaimed in a strong Scottish accent , averting her eyes from the embarrassed girl cowering behind her hands. "Why are you naked?!"

The ginger girl froze as a shiver ran through her body, as if noticing for the first time her new outfit.

"Oh, fuck!"

The Scottish girl spun away from Clara, throwing her arms across her body as her face became as red as her hair.

"Don't look at me!" she cried, equally as embarrassed as Clara was.

The brunette shuffled around on her bare feet; if this new girl didn't look at Clara, Clara wouldn't look at her.

Clara could hear the Scot taking short, panicky breaths.

"Don't worry, I've got a friend, he'll rescue us," Clara said reassuringly, trying to calm down her fellow prisoner.

"Yeah, well, the Doctor will be looking for me, anyway," the ginger girl replied.

"Wait, you know the Doctor?" Clara asked, turning slowly around.

"Y-yeah...I-I travel with him..."

"I travel with him!" Clara exclaimed; in this lonely place, she had surprisingly found a friend. "I'm Clara, by the way."

"Amy," the ginger girl smiled back.

Neither offered the other a hand to shake. Not that either of them cared. They simply stood close to each other, arms firmly across their bodies, shuffling awkwardly on bare feet and twitching.

Eventually, Amy felt brave enough to drop her arms and pull Clara into a hug. Clara loosened her own and reciprocated. She blushed as she felt Amy's breasts pressing against her own.

"Listen, I...I'm still really freaked out by all this...I'm fucking naked, for God's sake!" Amy said. "Can we...maybe not look at each other if we don't have to?"

"Don't worry, that's fine by me!" Clara laughed.

The sooner the Doctor turned up, the better.