So, some of you aren't real happy with how Jessie's moving along. I understand, since we're so used to the kind-hearted Jessie we know. But after being so used to everyone surviving and suddenly everyone she has come to like and love is dying, it's bound to effect her horribly. I'm sorry, but she's staying like this for a while. She won't be such a bitch the entire book, but she will have her moments. If you don't like it, I'm sorry, and I won't ask you to keep reading if someone is so against it. For those of you who know what I have planned towards the end, I think you'll agree that it'll be nice to see the resolution. :)

Anyway, we begin! Time to meet Clara and see just how far Jessie is willing to take her promise.

Enjoy "The Bells of Saint John!"

***

"Checkmate."

"You are looking through my mind!"

"I am not!"

Jessie Nightshade smirked as she watched Pietro Maximoff argue that his twin sister had won their chess game. Wanda Maximoff bickered right back while the Doctor shook his head, watching. "Perhaps you could always try another game?" he suggested.

"No," both Maximoffs said at once.

Jessie snorted loudly when the Abbott suddenly came in with another monk. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to intrude, but the bells of Saint John are ringing."

All four of them looked up, surprised. The Doctor and Pietro were clad in monk's robes, Jessie and Wanda in nun's robes, missing their headdresses. Not that any of the other monks really cared, they stayed out of the way enough. "We're going to need horses," the Doctor said.

As they gathered their belongings to leave, Jessie stiffened when she heard the others talking. "Is that her?" the monk asked, looking at the portrait in the corner.

"The woman twice dead, and her final message," the Abbott confirmed. "They followed, but she was drawn to this place of peace and solitude that she might divine her meaning. If she truly is mad, then this is her madness."

Jessie gritted her teeth and followed the Doctor and the Maximoffs as the two looked at the painted portrait of Clara Oswin Oswald, her last words on it.

***

In present day, Clara Oswald was holding a phone to her ear while trying to get her computer to work. "Angie?" she called. "Is the Internet working? Trying to phone the helpline, they won't answer."

"It's working for me," Angie Maitland, one of the kids she nannied for, answered.

"Can I use it when you're finished?"

Angie looked at her. "More than one person can use the Internet at a time, Clara."

"You done your homework?"

Angie narrowed her eyes. "Shut up. You're not my mum."

"And I'm not trying to be, OK?" Clara gave her a look.

"Right, yes, Angie's probably fine on her own," George Maitland said as he entered with his son, Artie, who was holding a book. "You can probably have the night off."

"I'm OK," Clara assured him. "I'll be upstairs when I figure out my computer."

"Anyway, the adverts are in, so hopefully we'll find someone."

"I'm here as long as you need me."

"Good. Right, come along, Artie. Time to go."

Clara took Artie's book, smiling when she saw the cover: Summer Falls by Amelia Williams. "What chapter are you on?"

"Ten," Artie answered.

"Eleven is the best," Clara winked. "You'll cry your eyes out."

"Artie!" George called, and Artie ran after him.

"Oh, come on!" Clara growled, taking her laptop and going upstairs, the helpline still not answering. "Just answer! Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"

As she waited for the helpline to answer, she stabbed at her laptop keys, frowning when she saw two Wi-Fi sources available: one for the Maitlands, and another with weird symbols.

***

The Doctor and Wanda's horse arrived first, and the Doctor frowned, looking at the TARDIS, hearing a telephone ring. "That is not supposed to happen," he hopped off as Jessie led her and Pietro's horse up, Pietro helping her off. He opened the telephone door next to the St. John Ambulance symbol and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he answered cautiously.

"Ah, hello!" a relieved female voice said. "I can't find the Internet."

The Doctor stared at the phone. "Sorry?"

"It's gone, the Internet. Can't find it anywhere. Where is it?"

"The Internet?" he repeated.

"Yes, the Internet. Why don't I have the Internet?"

"It's 1207!"

"I've got half past three. Am I phoning a different time zone?"

The Doctor slowly looked over their clothes, then at the Abbott. "Yeah, you really sort of are."

"Will it show up on the bill?"

"Oh, I dread to think. Listen, where did you get this number?"

"The woman in the shop wrote it down. It's a helpline, isn't it? She said it's the best helpline out there. In the universe, she said.

"What woman?" the Doctor frowned. Who could possibly have had the TARDIS number? "Who was she?"

"I don't know. The woman in the shop. So, why isn't there Internet? Shouldn't it sort of be there?"

"Look, listen, I'm not actually . . . it isn't . . . " He sighed, giving up. "You have clicked on the Wi-Fi button, yeah?"

"Hang on . . . Wi-Fi."

"Click on the Wi-Fi, you'll see a list of names. You see one you recognize?"

"It's asking me for a password."

"Is it OK if I go and see Nina?" a girl's voice asked faintly.

"Sure," the woman on the phone answered. "What's the password for the Internet?"

"RYWGYCBAR123."

"How am I supposed to remember that?"

"Is it an evil spirit?" the monk asked.

"A woman," the Doctor answered.

Jessie scowled when the monk crossed himself. "Have you seen who else is here?"

He quickly stopped.

"Hang on," the woman's voice said. "A mo. Run you warrior girl you clever boy and remember one two three - "

The Doctor's eyes bugged. "What did you say?!"

"Don't shout!" the woman who had to be Clara huffed as the Doctor jabbed his finger at the phone, mouthing "it's her!" to the others, their eyes widening as they scrambled into the TARDIS. "Now you've made me type it wrong. It's thrown me out again. What do I do? How do I get back in?"

***

"It's just a thing to remember the password," Clara continued, unaware the Doctor had hung up. "Run you warrior girl you clever boy and remember. Hang on," she stood up when the doorbell rang. "Hello?" she called as she approached the door, rolling her eyes at the furious ringing and the knocking. "Yes, I hear you! Yep, aha." She paused when she opened the door, seeing one man in a monk's robe, a woman in a nun's, a man behind them in jeans, a silver white T-shirt, and a black jacket, and another woman in a black tank top, black leggings, a red cardigan, and a red shawl. "Hello?"

"Clara," the Doctor grinned as he looked at her, Jessie's eyes bright. "Clara Oswald."

"Hello," Clara frowned uneasily. She definitely didn't know these people. How did they know her?

"Clara Oswin Oswald?" Jessie asked.

"Just Clara Oswald," she shook her head. "What was that middle one?"

"Do you remember us?" the Doctor asked.

"No," Clara frowned. "Should I? Who are you?"

"The Doctor and the Bad Wolf?" Clara just shook her head. "No? The Doctor and the Bad Wolf?"

"Doctor who?"

"No, just the Doctor." He grinned suddenly. "Actually, sorry, could you start all that again?"

"Could I what?" Clara stared at him.

"Could you just ask me that question again?"

Clara scowled. "Doctor who?"

"OK, just once more."

"Doctor who?"

"Ooo, yeah," he grinned as Jessie face palmed, Pietro and Wanda rolling their eyes. "Ooo. Do you know, I never realized how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you."

"OK," Clara frowned, then shut the door in their faces.

"Hey!" the Doctor shouted, banging on the door. "No, Clara, please! Clara, I need to talk to you! Listen, please! Please, I just need to speak to you."

"Why are you still here?" Clara asked via the intercom. "Why are you here at all?"

"Oi!" the Doctor scowled. "You phoned us. You were looking for the Internet."

"That was you?" she asked in disbelief.

"Of course it was me!"

"How did you get here so fast?"

"We just happened to be in the neighborhood, on the mobile phone."

Jessie pointed over her shoulder at the TARDIS. "When you say mobile phone, why do you point at that blue box?" Clara asked.

"Because it's a surprisingly accurate description," Pietro snickered.

"OK, we're finished now."

"Oi! No, don't - !"

Jessie looked down at their clothes. "Maybe we should have changed first."

"Yes, let's do that," the Doctor nodded, heading back towards the TARDIS. "Don't be a monk or a nun. They are not cool."

***

Clara shut off the intercom, then heard a floorboard creak. "Angie?" she looked up the stairs. "Angie, you upstairs? Angie, you still here?" She blinked when a familiar-looking girl walked down. "Hello."

"Hello," the girl answered.

"Are you a friend of Angie's?"

"I'm a friend of Angie's."

"What were you doing upstairs?"

"I was upstairs."

Clara frowned. "I know you, don't I?"

"You know me, don't you?"

Clara's eyes widened when she recognized the girl on the front cover of Artie's book, then gasped when the girl's head did a 180, revealing a concave metallic back of her skull.

***

"Not the fez," Wanda shook her head when the Doctor ran back up to the console.

"What?" the Doctor asked, frowning, but he took it off anyway. He had changed into a white shirt with a purple waistcoat, a purple bow tie around his neck. "Fezzes are cool!"

"We're not trying to scare Clara off again," Jessie said as she entered the console room, wearing a black vest top, black cargo pants, black motor boots, and a floor-length black leather coat, her blonde hair still in a braid over her shoulder.

"And that won't?" the Doctor couldn't help but ask.

Jessie gave him a look. "I'm not the one that was talking to her earlier."

"Fair point."

***

"Clara?" Jessie rapped on the door later. "Clara?"

"Hello?" Clara answered.

"We've de-monked and de-nunned. Sensible clothes. Can we come in now?"

"I don't understand."

Jessie frowned. "You just open the door."

"I don't know."

"I cannot sense her," Wanda frowned uneasily.

"Where I am," Clara finished, and their eyes widened. "I don't know where I am. Where am I? Please tell me where I am! I don't know where I am!"

Jessie phased through the door, running to Clara on the ground as the Doctor sonicked his way in. "Clara?" she bent down, putting her hand to the unconscious girl's cheek. "Clara!"

"I don't know where I am!" Clara's voice continued to call, and Jessie narrowed her eyes, looking up to see a little girl's figure standing over her, Clara's face in the spoon-like dip in the back of her head. "I don't know where I am. I don't understand. I don't know where I am! I don't understand. I don't know where I am. Where am I?"

Jessie raised her sonic blaster and adjusted the setting, narrowing her eyes and sonicking her. The image flickered and turned back into a metal robot. "Walking base station," the Doctor scowled. "Walking Wi-Fi base station. Hoovering up data, hoovering up people."

"Find her laptop," Jessie ordered.

Pietro sped up the stairs and was back with Clara's laptop in a second. "Here."

Jessie took it and put it on the floor, narrowing her eyes as she typed in rapid commands. "Oh, no, you don't," she said, working on canceling the upload. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not this time, Clara." She smirked when the upload canceled, a stream of energy going into Clara. "Gotcha."

"OK, it's OK," the Doctor put his hands on Clara's shoulders as she woke up with a gasp. "It's OK. You're fine. You're back. Yes, you are. Oh, yes, you are."

Jessie smirked, then typed out a message to send to the main controller: UNDER MY PROTECTION - The Bad Wolf.

***

"Hello?"

The quartet looked up later in the night, having gathered outside and set up camp, Jessie working with Clara's laptop, the Doctor working on . . . something else. Clara was now leaning out the window, looking down at them. "Hello!" the Doctor waved back. "Are you all right?"

"I'm in bed."

"Yes."

"Don't remember going."

"No."

"What did I miss?"

"Oh, quite a lot, actually," he grinned. "Angie called. She's going to stay over at Nina's. Apparently, that's all completely fine, and you shouldn't worry like you always do. For God's sake, get off her back. Also, your dad phoned, mainly about the government. He seems very cross with them, I've got several pages on that. I said we'd look into it. I fixed that rattling noise in the washing machine, indexed the kitchen cupboards, optimized photosynthesis in the main flower bed, and assembled a quadricycle."

Clara frowned. "Assembled a what?"

"Exactly what I said," Pietro pointed at her before tossing a grape into his mouth.

Clara smirked at him as the Doctor frowned. "I found a disassembled quadricycle in the garage."

"I don't think you did," Clara shook her head.

"Also what I said," Pietro nodded.

"Congratulations, Doctor," Wanda smirked at him. "You have invented the quadricycle."

"Ha!" he grinned.

"What happened to me?" Clara asked.

"Don't you remember?" the Doctor tilted his head.

"I was scared, really scared," she tried to. "Didn't know where I was."

"Do you know now?"

"Yes."

"Then go to sleep," Jessie looked up and finally joined the conversation. "You're safe, Clara, I promise. Goodnight, Clara."

Clara tilted her head. "Are you guarding me?"

"Yes."

"Are you seriously going to sit down there all night?"

"Yes."

Clara nodded. "Well, then, I'll have to come to you."

Sure enough, she did, bringing with her a chair and five mugs of tea. "I like your house," the Doctor told her.

"It isn't mine," Clara shook her head. "I'm a friend of the family."

"But you look after the kids," the Doctor frowned, then brightened. "Oh, yes, you're a governess, aren't you? Just like - "

Jessie clapped her hand over his mouth. "Just like what?" Clara frowned.

"Like an old friend of ours," Jessie gave the Doctor a warning look.

Clara frowned, but went with it. "Are you going to explain what happened to me?"

"There is something in the Wi-Fi," Wanda pointed at the computer.

Clara blinked. "OK . . . "

"This whole world is swimming in Wi-Fi," the Doctor said. "We're living in a Wi-Fi soup. Suppose something got inside it. Suppose there was something living in the Wi-Fi harvesting human minds, extracting them. Imagine that. Human souls trapped like flies in the World Wide Web. Stuck forever, crying out for help."

"Basically, Twitter," Pietro smirked.

Clara grinned at him. "Took the words right out of my mouth." He winked at her, making Wanda sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose. Jessie, meanwhile, pulled up the Wi-Fi and narrowed her eyes when she saw the Wi-Fi with the symbols. "What's that face for?" Clara asked.

"A computer can hack another computer," Jessie answered, steepling her fingers and looking intently at the Wi-Fi. "A living, sentient computer, maybe that could hack people, edit them, rewrite them."

"Why would you say that?"

"A few hours ago, you knew nothing about the Internet," Wanda answered simply. "And you were about to make a joke about Twitter."

"Oh," Clara blinked, then frowned. "Oh, that's weird. I know all about computers now in my head. Where did all that come from?"

"You were uploaded for a while," the Doctor answered. "Wherever you were, you brought something extra back, which I very much doubt you'll be allowed to - " He paused, seeing Wanda stiffen. "Wanda?"

"That man," Wanda narrowed her eyes at a man standing very still by a lamppost. "He is . . . off."

Jessie growled lowly. "Everyone, in the box, now."

"I'm sorry?" Clara's eyebrows shot up as the other three stood up.

"Look, just get inside," Jessie narrowed her eyes.

"All of us?"

"It's bigger than it looks," Pietro assured her. "You'll understand once we're in there."

"I bet I will," Clara scowled. "What is that box, anyway? Why have you got a box? Is it like a snogging booth?"

"Clara," the Doctor began before doing a double take as Pietro choked on laughter, Wanda putting a hand over her mouth to avoid laughing. "A what?!"

"Is that what you do, bring a booth?" Clara frowned. "There is such thing as too keen."

"Clara, look around," Jessie ordered.

Clara did, and she gasped when she saw bedroom lights turn on all around. "What's going on? What's happening? Is the Wi-Fi switching on the lights?"

"No, people are switching on the lights," the Doctor shook his head. "The Wi-Fi is switching on people."

"Doctor, look," Wanda pointed.

The man by the lamppost turned his head, revealing the same spoon-like back. "What is that thing?" Clara gaped.

"A walking base station," the Doctor answered. "You saw one earlier."

"I saw a little girl!"

"It must have taken an image from your subconscious, thrown it back at you."

"Active camouflage," Jessie recognized. "They could be everywhere."

"So are they turning out the lights now?" Pietro looked around. "They're going out."

Clara frowned. "Our lights are on, and everyone else's off. Why?"

Jessie blanched when she heard a droning noise. "Planes have Wi-Fi."

"Oh, no," Wanda's eyes widened.

"We must be one hell of a target," Jessie ran to the TARDIS. "Husband, twins, Oswald, me, box, now."

Wanda grabbed Clara's wrist and dragged her inside, able to drop her hand once they were inside. Clara was staring around, stunned. "Yes, it's a spaceship, yes, it's bigger on the inside," the Doctor cut to the chase as he and Jessie ran around the console. "Now, we don't have time to talk about it."

"But, but, but - " Clara sputtered. "But, it's - "

"Shut up, please," the Doctor ordered. "Short hops are difficult."

"Bigger on the inside," Clara looked around. "Actually bigger."

"Right, come on," the Doctor headed for the door.

"We're going back out there?!" she shrieked.

"We've moved. It's a spaceship. We flew away."

"Not exactly."

Clara screeched when she saw they were actually on the plane headed for the house. "How did we get here?!"

"Spaceship," Jessie answered, stepping over passengers to head for the cockpit.

"This is the plane? The actual plane? Are they all dead?"

"Asleep," the Doctor checked. "Switched off by the Wi-Fi. Never mind them."

"What is going on?" Clara demanded as Jessie sonicked open the cockpit. "Is this real?" She walked in and dragged the pilots out of their seats, sitting in the pilot's seat. "Please, tell me what is going on!"

"I'm the Bad Wolf," Jessie answered. "That's the Doctor, and those are the Maximoffs. The Doctor and I are aliens from outer space, and the Maximoffs are enhanced humans and superheroes. I'm centuries old, the Doctor is over a thousand, we've got two hearts, and I'm betting he doesn't know how to fly a plane."

"Not for the life of me," the Doctor admitted cheerfully. "Can you?" he asked the others.

"No," the Maximoffs answered.

"No," Clara admitted.

"Good thing this is like flying a Quinjet," Jessie said, adjusting the controls. "Hold on!"

"Woohoo!" the Doctor cheered when she flew them over the rooftops with ease. "Would a victory roll be too showy offy?"

"Just a bit," Jessie smirked. "And there are people onboard, Doctor."

"What the hell's going on?" one of the pilots asked groggily.

"Well, I'm blocking your Wi-Fi, so you're waking up, for a start," the Doctor patted his shoulder. "Tell you what, do you want to drive?"

***

"OK, when are you going to explain to me what the hell is going on?" Clara asked as they returned to the TARDIS.

"Who wants breakfast?" Jessie asked.

Pietro instantly raised his hand, and Wanda sighed. "You always want food."

"Big metabolism!" he defended himself.

"What?" Clara blinked. "I ain't waiting till breakfast!"

"It's a time machine," the Doctor flipped the controls. "You never have to wait for breakfast." He took the fez and walked outside, bowing at the applauding crowd that had gathered. "Thank you, thank you!" he grinned as the others came out, Clara gawking. "Yes, magic blue box. All donations gratefully accepted," he held out the fez. "Roll up, give us your dosh. Pennies, pounds, anything you've got." He turned it over to Clara as people put money in. "Keep collecting. We need enough for breakfast. Just popping back to the garage."

"Garage?" Clara repeated blankly as the Doctor and Jessie headed back inside.

"They have a lot of things," Pietro nodded.

"OK," Clara took a deep breath. "So, this is tomorrow, then. Tomorrow's come early."

"No, it came at the usual time!" the Doctor called, and he drove out on a motorbike, Jessie right behind him on another one. Pietro burst into hysterics, Wanda's shoulders shaking in laughter. Clara was just stunned. "We just took a shortcut."

"Thank you, thank you!" Jessie smirked as she waved to the cheering crowd. "Today motorcycles, tomorrow a camel."

The Doctor dumped the money into his hand and plopped the fez on a nearby head, then held up a second helmet to Clara. "Shall we?"

Clara put it on and got on behind him, Wanda walking over to Jessie. "But what about Pietro?"

"Nah," Jessie winked at her companion, who smirked and rolled his head around. "He'll beat us."

Pietro zipped off, and Clara's jaw dropped. "Bloody hell!"

"Language!" the Doctor laughed, driving off with Jessie behind him.

"If you've got a time machine, why are we on motorbikes?" Clara asked as they drove side by side.

"We don't take the TARDIS into battle," Jessie shook her head.

"Because it's made of wood?"

Wanda laughed as Jessie made a face. "Because it's the most powerful ship in the universe, and we don't want it falling into the wrong hands," the Doctor answered. "OK?"

***

"Next time, we bring our own money," Pietro said as he set down their tea and muffins, the Doctor working on the laptop.

"So you're superheroes," Clara pointed at them. "Super speed. What about you?"

"Telepathy and telekinesis," Wanda answered. "One of our bosses says he is fast, and I am weird."

"You are not weird," Jessie put her hand on top of the younger woman's. "You're special."

She smiled thankfully, and Clara gasped. "Oh, my God." All four of them looked at her as she stared at them in excitement. "You're Avengers!"

"Well, don't broadcast it," the Doctor looked around, but they were the only ones on the terrace. "Not exactly something we want out there."

"The Doctor, the Bad Wolf, Quicksilver, and the Scarlet Witch," Clara said in excitement. "I can't believe it! You've been everywhere!"

Pietro shrugged. "Our home country gets decimated. Not exactly something to brag about."

Clara shrugged, picking up her mug. "A country you got everyone off of, or the world? No offense, but I'd pick the country."

Wanda smiled tightly. "At least everyone was off."

Clara shrugged. "I think you're amazing."

"Well," Pietro drawled, making Jessie smack him in the shoulder.

Clara looked over at the Doctor. "So, if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to the morning? What's the point in that?"

"Whoever's after us spent the whole night looking for us," the Doctor answered. "Are you tired?"

"Yes."

"What? Then imagine how they feel. They came the long way round. They've got to be close. Definitely London, going by the signal distribution. I can hack the lowest level of their operating system, but I can't establish a physical location. The security's too good."

Clara tilted her head. "Are you aliens?"

"We are," the Doctor gestured between himself and Jessie. "Yes. OK with that?"

"Oh, yeah," Clara nodded. "Think I'm fine."

"Good."

"Deja vu," Jessie whispered to Wanda. "He told me that once, too."

"So what happens if we do find them?" Clara asked. "What happens then?"

"I don't know," the Doctor shrugged. "I can't tell the future. I just work there."

"You don't have a plan?"

"Oh, you know what I always say about plans."

"What?"

"He does not have one," Pietro smirked.

"Oi!" the Doctor whined as Jessie and Wanda laughed.

"People always have plans," Clara frowned.

"Yes," the Doctor nodded. "Yes, I suppose they do. So, tell me. How long have you been looking after those kids?"

"About a year, since their mum died."

"OK. Why you? Family friend, I get that, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? You don't really seem like a nanny."

Clara frowned, then grabbed the laptop. "Gimme."

"Sorry, what?" he grabbed it back.

"You need to know where they physically are. Their exact location."

"Yes."

"I can do it."

The Doctor blinked. "Oi, hang on! I need that!"

"You've hacked the lower operating system, yeah? I'll have their physical location in under five minutes. Pop off and get us a coffee."

"If I can't find them, you definitely can't."

"They uploaded me, remember? I've got computer stuff in my head."

"And she's been uploaded to their server," Jessie added, tapping her fingers on the table. "Maybe you can find it that way." She pointed at the Doctor as he opened his mouth. "We do not have twenty seven brains."

Clara blinked, looking up. "Twenty seven?"

"He exaggerates."

Clara frowned, seeing how the Doctor looked at her. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Sorry, no, it's nothing," the Doctor shook his head. "It's just . . . you're a nanny. Isn't that a bit, well . . . Victorian?"

"Victorian?" Clara blinked.

"Silver, Scarlet, let's go get the coffee," Jessie jumped to her feet.

The trio quickly went inside, leaving the Doctor and Clara to banter.

***

"Three more cappuccinos over there, please," Jessie told the barista.

"One moment, ma'am," he nodded, then stiffened. "You realize you haven't the slightest chance of saving your little friend."

Jessie scowled. "What?"

"One moment, ma'am," the barista reiterated before stiffening again. "I said, there's not the slightest chance of saving your little friend. And don't annoy the old man. He isn't, in fact, speaking."

"The Wi-Fi," Pietro narrowed his eyes.

"I'm speaking," one of the waitresses walked up. "Just using whatever's to hand. Oh, she's rather pretty, isn't she? Do you like her? Make her like you, too, if you want." She suddenly relaxed. "You all right, ma'am?"

"Yeah," Jessie nodded slowly before turning around. "Keep an eye on them," she ordered, heading back outside. "How's it going?"

"She's moving quickly," the Doctor answered.

"Need a username," Clara nodded.

"You're good," Jessie admitted.

"Clara Oswald for the win," she smirked, then gasped. "Oswin!"

Jessie blanched. "I'll just get those coffees," she pointed over her shoulder before heading back inside.

"She's doing it again," Wanda warned.

"Now, I want you to take a look around," the waitress smirked. "Go on. Have a little stroll, and see how impossible your situation is. Go on, take a look. I do love showing off."

A little girl looked at them. "Just let me show you what control of the Wi-Fi can do for you. Stop!"

Everyone in the coffee shop froze, and Jessie growled. "We had enough of a demonstration last night, thank you."

"And clear." Everyone left the shop.

"We can hack anyone in the Wi-Fi once they've been exposed long enough," one of the anchors on the TV said.

"So there's one of your walking base stations here, somewhere close," Jessie looked around.

"There's always someone close. We've released thousands into the world. They home in on the Wi-Fi like rats sniffing cheese."

"I don't know who you are, or why you're doing this, but the people of this world will not be harmed," Jessie warned. "They will not be controlled. They will not be - "

"The people of this world are in no danger whatsoever. My client requires a steady diet of living human minds. Healthy, free-range, human minds. He loves and cares for humanity. In fact, he can't get enough of it."

"Stealing their minds?" Pietro scoffed. "That's as bad as murder."

"It's life," the woman snapped. "The farmer tends his flock like a loving parent. The abattoir is not a contradiction. No one loves cattle more than Burger King."

***

"Got webcams," Clara said, leaning in as she worked, the Doctor watching. "Amy Pickwoad, Christina Tom, Sam Price . . . "

The Doctor's eyes widened. "The Shard," he looked over his shoulder. "They all work at the Shard. Keep working, I'll go tell them."

He stood up and headed inside, when Jessie started walking out. "We've found them," he began.

Jessie simply raised her arm and whacked him in the back of the head, making him fall to the ground, unconscious, just like the real Jessie and the Maximoffs were inside the coffee shop.

***

Clara looked up as the Bad Wolf walked out. "Guess the Doctor missed you," she smiled. "I did it. I really did! I did it! I found them!"

"You found them," Jessie said.

"The Shard. They're in the Shard, floor 65."

"Floor 65."

Clara frowned. "Are you listening to me, Bad Wolf? I found them!"

"I'm listening to you. You found them."

Clara's eyes widened as her head turned to reveal one of the walking base stations.

***

The Doctor groaned as he woke up, then shook his head, blinking when he saw Jessie and the Maximoffs just starting to stir. "J?" he ran over, shaking her. "Pietro! Wanda!"

"Doctor?" Wanda groaned as she woke up, Jessie blinking her eyes open. "What happened?"

Jessie was instantly up. "Clara?" she shouted, running for the terrace, Wanda right after her as the Doctor hauled Pietro up. "Clara?"

"Bad Wolf?" Clara's voice asked, and Jessie froze when she saw a walking base station looking just like her on the terrace, Clara downloaded and looking terrified. "Bad Wolf, help me! I, I don't know where I am! I don't understand!"

Jessie narrowed her eyes, growling. "Not again." She used her sonic screwdriver on the base station and watched it collapse. "I'm going after her."

"Promise you won't burn down the Shard?" the Doctor asked.

Jessie chuckled darkly. "No promises," she shook her head as she headed down to the street.

***

She drove across the bridge, eyes narrowed, stopping when she was at the foot of the Shard. She looked up, taking off her sunglasses to see to the 65th floor. "Really, Bad Wolf," a man nearby said, and Jessie slowly turned to look at him. "A motorbike? Hardly seems like you."

"This bike is my husband's," Jessie patted it. "He rode it in the antigrav Olympics, 2074. He came last. I won, though. That was quite a story."

"The building is on lockdown. I'm afraid you're not coming in."

Jessie took off her sunglasses, revealing the Aether swirling in her eyes. "I guess it's a good thing I don't plan on taking the long way." She lifted her head, thunderclouds swirling and thunder cracking. "I like the scenic route, though."

She bent her knees and leapt into the sky, the man stumbling back as everyone swung to see her fly up. With one well-aimed blast of lightning with a bit of the Aether, she shattered the glass of the main office on Floor 65, then stalked inside, checking the name plate. She smirked darkly, then walked over to the corner.

Soon enough, Miss Kizlet entered, taking in the glass on the floor. She frowned, looking around, then Jessie spoke from where she hid. "Download her."

Kizlet spun around and swallowed. "Do come in."

"I said download her."

"Sorry about the draught."

"Download her into her body right now."

"I can't."

"I call bullshit," Jessie retorted, growling and stalking forward, circling Kizlet, the woman closing her eyes and trying to remain strong. She had seen the message the Bad Wolf had sent, saying Clara Oswald was under her protection. She never imagined this was what she would be like, though. "I know you can download her."

"She's a fully integrated part of the data cloud, now. She can't be separated."

"Then download the entire cloud. It's about time you released everyone you've trapped anyhow."

"You realize what would happen?"

"Those with bodies to go home to would be free."

"A tiny number. Most would simply die."

"Better than living hell. Give the order."

"And why would I do that?"

Jessie narrowed her eyes. "Because I can give you one hell of a motivator."

Kizlet chuckled. "Really, Bad Wolf, I don't think you could - "

Thunder cracked outside, and Jessie clawed one hand, flinging Kizlet back. She screamed, crashing into the wall and slumping on the ground. "I could break every bone in your body," Jessie threatened softly, stalking over like she was hunting prey. "I could torch you so you would never be recognized, and all that would be left of you are ashes blowing into the wind. Or I could electrocute you to the point where no nerve in your body could work again. I could use the Aether to drown you in the bay, leave you to bloat and sink to where no one would ever find you. Or, I could simply do this." She clawed her hands on either side of Kizlet's head, and the woman let out a piercing scream as the Aether flew into her head. "I can make you see the worst images, the worst nightmares, make you feel thew worst pain without even touching you," Jessie narrowed her eyes, Kizlet gasping when she saw the maniac gleam in them. "I could make you lose your sanity. I could give you a stroke. I could fry every nerve. I could control every move you make. Before we returned to this time and place, the monks of the order we stayed with called me the Mad Wolf." She narrowed her eyes. "Do you want to find out why they called me that, Miss Kizlet?" She leaned forward. "Download Clara Oswald," she growled. "Now."

"I will," Kizlet croaked, nodding. "I will, just make it stop!"

Jessie took one hand away, but used the Aether to force Kizlet to her feet. "Give the order," she demanded. "Then I'll let you go."

Kizlet swallowed, then went to the intercom. "Put her back," she ordered. "Put her back. Download them all."

"We'll have to download the entire cloud," one of the men answered. "We can't do that."

"No, we can't," another man said.

Kizlet whimpered when Jessie's fingers clawed more. "Then what are you going to do about that?" the woman hissed, eyes flaring.

Swallowing, Kizlet reached for her iPad. Jessie watched her with an eagle eye, only to see statistics of a man named Mahler come up. With one push of her finger, his obedience level was pushed all the way up, making Jessie narrow her eyes. "Download them," Kizlet ordered as firmly as she could.

"Do what she says," one of the men said.

***

Pietro looked down to see Clara breathing deeply. "She's back," he said. "She did it."

"At what cost?" Wanda asked, looking towards the Shard.

"You really don't want to know," the Doctor narrowed his eyes in the direction of the building.

***

Kizlet took shaky breaths as Jessie released her, then the Time Lady stormed out to where all of the controllers were looking at a wall of many screams. "I don't want to hear your excuses," she spat, seeing everyone turn to her. "Every single one of you had something to do with taking people's minds and placing them here. All of you were part of it. And for that, I would show no mercy." She glared around at them all. "Everyone, hands on your keyboards, now." Nobody did. She snarled, eyes glowing. "I said now!" she shouted, and they all hastily obeyed. "Good," she chuckled darkly. "We'll go small. I'll leave you here for UNIT to find. But whoever was controlling this place," she said loudly, looking up into the cameras. Learn a valuable lesson. I may be the Mad Wolf now, but one thing that will always make me insane for good." She narrowed her eyes. "Never. Ever. Harm Clara Oswald again."

She spun on her heel, heading back to Kizlet's office. Before she left, she aimed her finger at one of the sockets and zapped electricity into it. The electricity flew through the keyboards, and Jessie didn't flinch once as the employees screamed as they were shocked. She just walked right past Kizlet, who was hunched over her iPad, as she flew out the window and into the sky.

***

"How many did you kill?" the Doctor asked later that evening as they kept the TARDIS on the Maitlands' street.

"No one," Jessie shook her head, spinning a knife on her chair arm, Pietro and Wanda looking at her.

"But you hurt them."

"They hurt Clara."

"You don't hurt someone back just because they hurt someone."

"They hurt someone they shouldn't have," Jessie flipped her knife over her shoulder, and Wanda couldn't help but stare as the knife landed dead center in one of the round things. "I made a promise to rain hell on someone who hurt Clara. They hurt her, so they got hell."

The Doctor shook his head, about to say something else, when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" he called.

Clara poked her head in, then walked inside. "So, you come back, do you?"

"How are you feeling?" Jessie asked.

"All right," she admitted. "Heard there was a break-in at the Shard, most employees scared to say a single thing, some of them confused as if they didn't know where they were."

Jessie frowned as everyone turned to her. "I just shocked them, I didn't wipe their minds."

"You . . . shocked them?" Clara blinked.

"Well, they hurt you," she shrugged. "I think you'll find I don't let that stand."

Clara took a shaky breath. "Well, OK."

"You didn't answer my question," the Doctor said.

Clara frowned. "What question?"

"You don't seem like a nanny."

Clara sighed. "I was going to travel. I came to stay for a week before I left, and during that week - "

"She died, so you're returning the favor," the Doctor guessed. "You've got a hundred and one places to see, and you haven't been to any of them, have you? That's why you keep the book."

Jessie nodded, remembering the book Clara had by her bed. "I keep the book because I'm still going," Clara said.

"But you don't run out on the people you care about," the Doctor sighed. "Wish I was more like that." He absently used the toe of his boot to scuff something on the floor. "You know, the thing about a time machine, you can run away all you like and still be home in time for tea, so what do you say?" Clara blinked. "Anywhere. All of time and space, right outside those doors."

Clara scowled. "Does this work?"

"Eh?" he did a double take.

"Is this actually what you do? Do you just. crook your finger and people just jump in your snog box and fly away?"

"It is not a snog box!" the Doctor groaned.

"I'll be the judge of that."

"Starting when?"

Clara hesitated, seeing what she had just walked into. She looked around, seeing Jessie's raised eyebrow and the expectant looks on the Maximoffs' faces. "Come back tomorrow," she finally said. "Ask me again."

"Why?" the Doctor tilted his head.

"Because tomorrow, I might say yes," Clara replied. "Sometime after seven OK for you?"

"Time machine," Jessie reminded her. "Any time works."

"See you then," Clara walked towards the door.

"Clara?" the Doctor called. "In your book, there was a leaf. Why?"

Clara turned. "That wasn't a leaf. That was page one."

She left, and Jessie turned to the console. "Right, then, Clara Oswald," she smirked, unaware she had the same maniac gleam in her eye, making the Doctor and the Maximoffs exchange wary looks. "Time to find out who you are."

***

Well, that was interesting to write.

Did everyone feel like the Maximoffs fit in? I hope so, since they're sticking around for a while.

OK, now I'm going back to Caly. :) "Victory of the Daleks" is in the works!