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[makemeasong]

[ Clara puts a hand on her hip, seriously trying to think. ] Wait what about when we were able to shrink down in size to go inside the Dalek? I mean, is there a smaller, portable version of that?

[twelfthsong]

A portable version of the little capsule they sent us along in? [He reminds it well, almost like it was yesterday.]

We could hypothetically. But what we'd need is less of a capsule and more of a shrink ray. It would need be strong enough to blast all of them at once. The sonic could do it as long as we have a powerful enough power source or something to amplify it.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara sees a spider coming and side-eyes the way it's scurrying closer. ]

Could you take care of that? [ She hates spiders so, so much. ] I personally do not want to be eaten by a giant spider, Doctor.

[twelfthsong]

[He's clicks his teeth as he's glancing around at their surroundings.] You're not going to get eaten, Clara you don't exactly look like a fly.

[And then he spots the Eiffel tower off in the distance but he's so focused on his revelation that he fails to notice the spider.]

That's it! We'll use that to amplify it out.

[makemeasong]

But I have been told I taste good, so.

[ She loves making him blush but before she can see his reaction the spider moves fast and before she can call out it's jumping at her face. Her arm blocks it but it latches on and she shouts. ]

Doctor! [ This is the worst and it's disgusting, but it's digging itself into her skin and she can't get ot off. ]

[twelfthsong]

[Clara's comment does hit its mark and he can't help but flush, admonishing her slightly But before he can get the full comment out Clara screams out.]

Clara!

[The spider is the size of a baby calf and slobbering all over her. He flips the setting of the sonic screwdriver to a bright light.]

Oi, pretty boy! [The spider looks up from Clara hissing, its pincers clicking and opening furiously just as the light hits its eyes. It screeches, immediately scuttling off back into the alleyways. The Doctor rushes to Clara's side, helping her up.]

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

[makemeasong]

[ Taking his hands, Clara stands with wide eyes and pats herself down a little. Her dress is ripped at the arm but she doesn't bother to check beyond that because there's no blood. ]

No, I'm alright. I think I am. [ She isn't. But her eyes move back up to his. ]Eiffel Tower?

[twelfthsong]

[He's hawkish as he examines her anyway to check for a scratch. Thankfully he only finds the tear in her dress but still gives her a kiss to the forehead before dragging her off in the direction of the Eiffel Tower.]

Apparently you look like a fly. Did you know that?

[makemeasong]

[ Clara smirks. ] Well, I'm small. To that spider I was probably just the right size.

[ They have to knock away spiders the deeper they get into the city, but once they're at the base of the tower, she's sweating and lets out a breath. ]

Is there an elevator in this time? Are we going all the way up on foot?

[twelfthsong]

You're right but you don't exactly have the skinny insect legs or big buggy eyes. The opposite in fact.

[His chest is heaving too by the time they make their way to the tower.]

We're about 30 years too early for that I'm afraid. [But despite that he grins like a bit of a maniac at the prospect of seeing what could have potentially be in the tower.] Time to put the new body to use.

[makemeasong]

Race you.

[ And then she's running into the tower and up the stairs. By the time they're halfway up she can tell something isn't right, and by the time they're almost at the top, something is going wrong with her vision. Clara slows down, enough to let the Doctor pass her like she's falling behind in a race.

Before he gets too far she stops completely, a cloudiness covering her eyes that she can't blink away. ]

Doctor, something's wrong with my eyes.

[twelfthsong]

[He grins wildly as Clara takes off, clattering up the stairs in heels which only comes from countless adventures of having done something exactly like this.

There's plenty of spider webs in here too criss-crossing all over the place and the skittering of their many legs send this odd clicking throughout the metal frame. It's spooky and exhilarating all at once.

Clara slowing down doesn't immediately mean something to be concerned about to him until she speaks and he turns around, immediately returning to her side, touching her hand slowly so that she knows it's him.]

What - come here. [He takes her face in his hands, gently cupping it to see indeed that her eyes are clouding over, a milky white that wasn't so dissimilar to his own when he had been blind.] It must have been the spider venom. Are you okay? We can turn back. I can take you to the TARDIS and we can take care of you first.

[makemeasong]

We're too high to go back now. [ She tries to insist it even though she looks afraid as she tries and fails to focus on him. ]

[ I can walk behind you and stay along the rail. You'll see the spiders, clear the path for me. Doctor, we're too close. ]

[twelfthsong]

There's no such thing. [She should know that he'd do anything for her even if t was carrying her down countless flights of stairs. But she's so brave. She always has been.

His hand clasps hers and he continues to lead them up the stairs, telegraphing what he's seeing to her as they move up and up. Finally they reach the deck, with a big heave through the door, breaking the cobwebs and spider eggs that have made their home there.]

We're almost there, Clara! Just got to get to the top.

[makemeasong]

[ She absolutely knows that any minute now the Doctor could toss her over his shoulder and go back down, but she also knows there are people who need help, their help, or the TARDIS wouldn't have brought them. ]

Now what, and can I help somehow? Someone once told me I'm good with my hands in the dark.

[twelfthsong]

Was that me?

[There's one last set of stairs and they're far narrower before they end in a ladder leading up to the very top which is where they need to go.]

Don't mind my hands, keep your head down, and don't lose grip on the Sonic Screwdriver.

[And without much else of an explanation he hoists Clara up over his shoulder and starts bolting up the stairs.]

[makemeasong]

[ She makes an undignified squeal of a sound as she holds onto the sonic with an iron grip. ]

I love it when you carry me. [ She's trying to keep a sense of humor about things, especially because she can't tell if she's imagining it or if her face really is going numb. ]

Be sure to carry me more often, please.

[twelfthsong]

[He lets out a laugh.]

Even if I'm carrying you like a sack of potatoes?

[He's climbing as fast as he can up the stairs and he's not exactly being quiet about it and the chittering of the spiders is closing around them.]

I think it's a good thing you can't see right now, Clara. Just keep concentrating on my voice!

[makemeasong]

[ Clara can hear them and she feels another spider get a leg tangled in her dangling curls, making her shout and jerk in the Doctor's arm, pointing the sonic at the spider until it explodes - that part's on accident, she just can't see what she's doing. ]

Are we surrounded? It sounds like we're surrounded.

[twelfthsong]

[The spider guts splatter across his some of his neck and head but with Clara draped across his back, she gets most of it. He still lets out a groan though.]

I said hold the sonic not explode the spiders!

[He casts a glance around though and sees more than a couple of eyes glinting back at him. Thankfully he's already on the ladder and legging it as fast as he can trying to keep her legs clamped around his neck.]

I'm only telling you we are so you hold on tight.

[makemeasong]

[ She does exactly as he says but she does shout up at him. ] It was in my hair!

[ Her face feels...weird and her arm is starting to feel like pins and needles where the spider clamped down. But they're so close, she doesn't want to say anything, not yet. ]

I know you're going as fast as you can but feel free to go faster.

[twelfthsong]

You try climbing with a weight on your back.

[But they finally arrive just in the nick of time.]

Clara point the Sonic Screwdriver up above you!

[makemeasong]

Clara does exactly what he says, pushing the button blindly.

Is it working? [ She's trying to keep a good hold on the sonic but her hands are starting to numb up. She knows it isn't good, but before she worries him, they need to make sure everyone's safe. ]

[twelfthsong]

It's working, just a little longer Clara!

[And he watches as around them the pulse of blue light begins to shrink the spiders that are mere inches from snapping at them with their pincers. The eggs seem to shrink to, leaving behind yards upon yards of finely spun, tiny cobwebs.

With a triumphant cheer, he rushes down the ladder to the tiny landing, putting Clara firmly on the ground and pulling her into a hug.]

Now all that Paris has to worry about are tiny spiders.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara's been focused on the task at hand, trying not to lose her grip on the sonic. But as soon as she's on the ground and in his arms she's dead weight. The venom is meant to paralyze, just like normal spider venom when an insect is caught in its web. All that she knows is that it's harder to move, harder to even blink. If a spider doesn't eat its prey, does the toxin wear off? She has no idea but when he puts her down and she tries to speak to him, all she gets out is a grunt.

Her eyes are wide open, she's breathing shallowly, but she can't say anything. It's like she's a rag doll, but her mind is still very active practically shouting at him that she can't move, that she can't talk, that she can feel everything but she can't move. It'd be a horrific way to die, being eaten alive. ]