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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 months

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Hiding Away (Clara Oswald x reader)

Summary: when you distance yourself due to insecurities over your body, Clara does her best to make you feel better

Warnings: hurt/comfort, some angst, reader has body image issues but it's not specified why

A/N: I've been feeling pretty down lately due to dysphoria so I decided to be self indulgent and write this to help comfort me. I kept the reasoning behind the reader's body image issues vague so anyone who has troubles or insecurities about how they look can read this. just know that I love and cherish each and every one of you that have difficulties with how you look, regardless of the reason. it's okay if you have trouble accepting your physical body as a part of who you are. you're not broken or any less of a person for it ❤

Clara hadn't seen you all day. In fact, she'd barely seen you the entire week, and while that wasn't entirely uncommon after a disasterous trip with the Doctor (you'd been attacked by the Daleks yet again) it was troubling to her just how little she saw of you.

That's how she ended up standing in front of the bedroom you had on the TARDIS. She really didn't want to pry, but she was starting to get concerned. Plus, she missed you.

Bringing her hand up to the door, she lightly tapped her knuckles against the wood before calling out softly. "Are you in there? It's been awhile since I've seen you and I'm a little worried."

She heard you call out a muffled "I'm fine" through the door. Clara waited in hopes that perhaps you'd elaborate, sighing to herself when you didn't.

"I'm going to come in, if that's alright with you?" She could've said it more as a command, but she posed her words as a question instead, so you'd feel a tad bit more comfortable with her sudden intrusion.

When she still got no answer, she turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door. The lights were out, but from what she could tell you were curled up in a ball on your bed, surrounded by a mountain of blankets.

Clara frowned at the sight, knowing it must be something truly bad to have you acting like this. "Sweetheart?" She called out tentatively as she walked over.

You let out a muffled grunt in response, peeking part of your face out a bit so she could see you. "Hi," you mumbled softly.

She gave you a gentle smile as she took as seat down on the edge of your bed. "Hello, darling. Are you alright?" She carefully asked, bringing her hand up to rest on what she assumed was your back, hoping to comfort you.

"Mm." You closed your eyes and muttered out a soft reply. "I haven't been feeling well recently. Been having problems with my body and how I look."

At your admission of what was really going on, Clara felt her heart break. So that was why you'd been hiding away. "Oh, sweetheart..." She whispered in a sorrowful tone as she knew exactly what you were talking about, even if you didn't say it in so many words. "Darling, I'm so sorry. May I touch you?"

She was careful in asking for your permission to touch you first, knowing how you'd sometimes rather to be comforted from a distance, but much to her delight you nodded your head before letting out a soft "Okay".

She nodded her head in turn before getting down on the bed next to you. As she pulled you close, she was careful not to shift or move your blanket off of you in any way, not wanting to raise your discomfort levels, even by accident.

You allowed her to cradle you close to her chest, nestling against her almost as if you were a small woodland creature who was trying to stay warm for the winter. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it," you spoke to her in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry for being so distant lately."

"It's alright, sweetheart. I understand completely, there's no need for you to apologize." Clara leaned her face down and pressed a loving kiss to where she thought your head might be. "I'll be here for as long as you may need me."

You felt as her hand moved up and down your back in a soothing nature while she added, "And just so you know, there's nothing 'wrong' with how you look. I know that might be difficult for you to believe right now, darling, but it's true."

Tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself become emotional. "Thank you..." You choked out while pressing your face into her chest. "Thank you, Clara.... I love you..."

The brunette felt her heart soar when you told her you loved her, even though you'd said it before numerous times. "And I love you," she reply before kissing your head again. "And I'll always be here for you if you need me. Okay?"

You didn't say anything else, but she knew you heard her from the way you grabbed her hand and held it close. The two of you stayed there like that for a good, long while, and even though it didn't diminish your awful feelings completely it did feel nice to have someone there to help take your mind off it, at least for a little while.

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rookesbane · 10 months

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HEAVEN IS NOT FIT TO HOUSE A LOVE LIKE YOU AND I

Francesca by Hozier // Doctor Who S9 "Heaven Sent" + "Hell Bent"

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sundry-whovengerslocked · 5 months

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okay but now that we know Fourteen lives a domestic fantasy with Donna (and co) living his best life and starting to heal from all his ptsd...

it starts with talking about the toymaker.

"Doctor. you never answered my question. all those things the Toymaker said, were they true?"

the Doctor, after much hesitation, breaking down, finally, finally.

talking about Amy and all the adventures they shared. how she was another sassy redhead who kept him in line when he needed it. how she died of old age with her husband but was so horribly ripped from him.

talking about River Song, the woman Donna met only once, the woman who died for the Doctor. talking about how he discovered their lives together and thus lived it. about how they were married and about how many goodbyes they had to face.

talking about Clara, the impossible girl, who dragged him out of his sulking, who kept him going, who was like him. talking about the hybrid and the billions of years he spent in the confession dial just to bring her back to life. how he had to forget her or else he would have never stopped.

talking about Bill, the girl who questioned everything, things no one ever thought to ask. who had the best smile and a crush and was so so brave, up until the end. who lived on in a different way.

talking about Yaz, the girl he fell in love with while he was a woman, the girl who saw the Doctor in ways she didn't want to be seen. the girl she pushed away because it hurt too much.

finally talking about the Flux. about how half the universe died. how he never ever really belonged. about how he doesn't know where he's from, not really. about how the not-things taunted him with his memories.

and Donna listens. she listens, and asks, and weeps. she holds him as he cries.

"It's not your fault," she tells him. "you did the best you could.

"i know," he cries, echoing what he said at the edge of the universe, when he thought it was her. "I know, but it hurts."

and they let it hurt. they let it hurt, raw, broken, until the sun sets and the air cools and Shaun knocks on the door of the tardis to tell them Sylvia made tuna madras again.

the next day Donna asks about Adric.

and he tells her.

he tells her about Adric, Logopolis, the time key, the Master. he tells her all the things that he's been running from.

and they weep. and they breathe. and together, the Doctor heals.

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tardxsblues · 1 year

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lonelyzarquon · 1 year

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Well, come on. Don't leave me hanging.

#dwedit #doctor who #twelveclara #whouffaldi #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #under the lake #s9 #mine #my gifs #the angst of this two-parter... the romance of it all #the if-you-love-me-in-any-way-you'll-come-back insanity #yes i'll never get over them

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analieninabox · 2 years

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Can we please have a companion who just tries to gaslight their way out of dangerous situations while The Doctor figures out a plan? Like:

Dalek: You are a friend of The Doctor!

Companion: *standing next to The Doctor* what? Who’s that? I don’t know any Doctor. Probably not even a real thing. You’re making things up. You’re crazy.

Doctor: wtf r u doing

Companion: shush. This? *points at doctor* this is my friend… Dave.

Dalek: that is the doctor

Cpmpanion: I bet your friends told you that. They’re lying. They’re jealous of what we have. We have a deep connection.

Dalek: What are you talking about weve only just met-

Companion: you’re lying we both know it. You’re just confused.

Dalek: wth-

Comapnion: babe it’s okay just let us go and prove you’re not crazy. I know you’re not crazy. Just let us go.

Dalek: Yk what idgaf just gtf out of here

Doctor: 👁 👄 👁

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lz-didyounotice · 2 months

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11th doctor Mission : Save the king

This gif do not belong to me.

Heyy! This fic is a little longer then the last one. Wanted to do a propper adventure for the doctor and Clara to follow. This one is also cought in a time paradox. You will be presented as Jeanne du Berry, Favorite of the King Louis XV. I inspired myself with the plot of "The girl in the fireplace". Hope you enjoy !

Froggit-

Warning : Could be concidered Angst at the end, with a preestablished relationship. Mention of prostitution. As always, english is not my frist language.

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“Jeanne du Berry '' was one of the most beautiful women the 18th century had ever seen. From Lorraine to Paris, her beauty was jealous of many, as she attracted all eyes wherever she went. A tall and skinny figure, adorning wonderful pale skin. Her blue eyes looked so innocent, yet she knew how to make use of her charms. Her Long brown hair bleeding into blond as she walked amongst the sun.

She was also known as the favorite of the king, the one who had been part of his most desired dreams by the ladies of the court. Yet, by his side, she never wanted to change who she was and try to be another woman with the numerous étiquettes she was supposed to follow. It wasn’t her place to be. All she wanted was to love the king, make him laugh, let him know he deserved to be treated like a normal individual, to let his title aside when he was by hers. To love him for who he was, and not what he was supposed to be.

After the death of the previous queen, Jeanne rose to power. The king’s daughters all wanted to see her fall, to see her lying in the dirt like the prostitute she was. A whore who had no right to be by their father's side.

Fortunately enough, Jeanne had what it took to ignore the pretentious princesses all too worried about their reputation to care for their father's feelings. And despite giving her best to be kind around her, something was lurking. Wanting her to be a part of something bigger. A piece of machinery well wired who needed guidance in the more gruesome ways.

As she entered her quarters, the king's valet was waiting for her.

"Sa Majesté souhaite que vous l’honoriez de votre présence ce soir pour le bal..."

(His Majesty wishes you to honor him with your presence tonight for the ball...)

"Faites-lui savoir que je me présenterais avec joie à ses côtés."

(Let him know that I would gladly present myself at his side.)

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As the doors of a blue police booth opened, a little brunette had taken a look outside, outstanded by the beautiful scenery.

The doctor hadn’t lied. Versailles was beautiful at this time of the year. In her dark blue dress, she also looked magnificent, a candy to the eye some would say. Her hair, up in a simple updo, refusing to wear one of those tall and overly done wigs (She had tried to before, but it was too itchy to even keep. Plus, if she needed to run, it would be a disaster).

As she turned around, she fell eye to eye with the doctor trying to activate the chameleon system of the Tardis. For the occasion, he had put on a magnificent Blue-tailed coat, with an intricate chemise, adorned with a waistcoat of a darker shade of blue. He hadn’t put a wig on either and preferred to hide it with a magnificent officer hat.

“Doctor, Hurry up, I don’t think we should be late for such an event! ”

“There is only so much I can do Clara !” Said the doctor trying to make the Tardis invisible.

“There seems to be something preventing her from disappearing… A force field or something of the sort. Which is weird since I closed the last one. ” He continued, still searching for the issue.

“Last one ?”

“Yes, well it wasn’t quite a force field, more of a time portal. Had a wonderful night with Madame de Pompadour on the occasion. Wonderful woman I might add.” He said while finally resolving their little camouflage problems. “Ah ha!”

“We may go now ?“ Pressed Clara, still waiting by the door.

“Yes !”

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The Ballroom was extraordinarily beautiful. Filled with too many of the richest people in the country. If she was being honest, Clara found it rather charming, yet felt a little uncomfortable around so many gorgeous women and men.

Elbows locked with the doctors, the assembly awaited for the king to arrive, rearranging themself as he was announced.

“Sa majesté le roi !”

As dictated the etiquette, Clara and the doctor bowed before him and returned to position once he had passed. The brunette found it rather hilarious, trying to retain a smile as she graced the floor. Checking for the doctor's eyes, she found him deep in thought, as if he had seen something he had wished to unsee.

But before long another person was announced.

“Madame la Comtesse du Barry !”

And here she was, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She wasn't wearing any fancy wigs, her hair let down on her shoulders, decorated with white and long feathers. Her dress was assorted to the cream-white coat the king was adorning. Her trail seemed to be as long as the ballroom as she gently walked towards him.

Once before the king, she presented herself, but as she did so, her eyes couldn't quit his, making the others start chattering, breaking the silence that once stood in the room. And as she did it two other times, Clara looked at the doctor, confused by what was happening before her.

But soon enough, the chatter was silenced by the music starting, a soft yet charming baroque rhythm playing in the assembly. And as the crowd arranged to dance, The Comtesse had in mind something rather scandalous for both her and Her Majesty. Taking his hand in hers, she accompanied him to the middle of the ballroom and started dancing with him. As everyone stopped to look at them, the Doctor couldn’t stop himself from seeing something he would have wanted to avoid.

All he could see was the golden bracelet around her right wrist, a piece of jewelry he knew wasn’t what it seemed. A shimmer perhaps? Whoever was dancing with the King wasn’t the real woman, a copycat at best, and looking at most of the guests, some wore the same one, hiding it under exaggerated sleeves.

“Doctor? Is something wrong…?”

“Very wrong…” Catching the girl's hand, he went to one of the hallways, trying to drown out the noise as he thought of a plan. “I guess I know now why I had so much trouble with the Tardis. We might have some uninvited guests… and a portal inside the castle.” He let out flapping his hands about.

“Why would someone want to invade Versailles in the 18th century? ”

“Lots of reasons…! An alien could easily overthrow someone else to get what he wants from it, by preparing a future terrain… Now, what I don’t understand is why choosing the favorite of the king and not the king himself.”

“Maybe he is the next target…? ”

“They would have already done it. Or-” Then it occurred to him that the king had been gone for months before the ball. Giving enough time for those who wanted to hurt him to take place within the court. “Or it was easier to blend in…” He turned toward Clara, excited by his breakthrough, but the frown on Clara's face made him get on track.

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Being attached to her bed was not really how she expected her reunion with the king. Her arms stretched too far for her to reach her feet tied to the end of the bed, unable to move. She was stuck and worried sick. Worried for her son, worried for the king-

The room which seemed so calm and charming was now giving her chills as she knew she would soon be killed by those imposters. All of them had left her alone, wanting to partake in the king's murder. The silence was slowly killing her. She had tried to cry for help, but the music seemed too loud for someone to hear.

Tired of her luck, she took a deep breath one last time and called, her vocal cords trying to hold as she begged to be let out of this situation.

And soon enough commotion was noticed by the woman, making her cry once more. Begging whoever was in the hallway to walk into the room. A weird whirring noise was heard, then the lock gave out, leading the door to open.

Before her, stood a tall youthful young man, with unruly brown hair, sticking up in some places. Behind him, a beautiful woman, seemingly the same age as him, wearing a magnificent blue dress.

“Excuse me, sir…, do you happen to know how to get me out of those bindings ?”

“Please do not Sir… Just call me the Doctor. ” The man said while coming closer to the headboard. Using his sonic screwdriver manages to get her out of the metallic bindings.

“ The Doctor? What a particular name… Is it your occupation or is it a title ?”

“More of a title.”

“What a pity, your hands seem adept at such handy work.” Said Jeanne as her own were finally freed. Soon enough she was off the bed, standing before the two travelers. “Regrettably, there’s no time for discourse, for my liege is threatened with poison by one of those deceitful fellows. One has assumed my likeness, and I dread I may be implicated in the scheme.”

“We may be of assistance!“

“I would have expected as such.”

“Those individuals as you call them, what do you know of them ?” Asked clara, stepping beside the doctor.

"From what I saw, they resemble humans with crystal antlers protruding from their foreheads. Lacking noses, they still appeared capable of breathing. One among them spoke of a civil conflict back in their homeland, mentioning something termed 'the hour of joy,' if memory serves."

“Ow! How stupid could I be! Of course!” Said the Doctor, slapping his forehead frustrated he had let such information sleep through. “ To flee the war they had to have a way out. That’s why there is a time vortex opened. They want to kill the king so it would be easier to find a new home for their people in one of the most influential countries of her century.”

“Doctor? Do we have a plan ?”

“Need to find the portal and send them somewhere other than here.”

“How do we do that ?”

“Simple” The doctor confirmed while scanning the room. “As expected. Jeanne, has there been any renovation in your room while the king was away ?”

“A painting of the king had been installed in my room…”

“Clever! Now could you show me where that would be ?”

Not losing any time, Jeanne convail them in a small room, adjacent to the bed. A rather large library awaited behind. In the middle of the room, was a soft red sofa, invaded by all sorts of books and before it stood a medium painting of the king.

Putting out his sonic, the doctor took it upon himself to jump on a chair and try to open what was hiding the portrait. “Here you are” As the painting got off the wall, a mix of wires had been discovered, a large panel hidden behind.

After reversing its polarity, the doctor finally was able to close the portal. Making whoever wanted to enter it appear on another planet that wasn’t Earth. Now, all they had to do was to get the imposters back to their ship.

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Jeanne was confused, yet still grateful for the help of the doctor. The ball was still going, and the final moments were to arrive soon, her dear king would be taken away. With a loud bang, the doors at the end of each hall opened, leaving the Comtesse now the center of attention.

She entered furious, still in the dress she had on this morning. Her corset was killing her, but running to get to the scene was not an option. The doctor had told her about the shimmers. How certain of the guests could also be traitors. But all you could think of was getting this imposter off her lover.

“My liege! I fear I am not the one you are holding in your arms!” Jeanne was still running toward him, not caring about the looks the other guests were giving her.

The music had stopped, and panic seemed to ensue as everyone saw double. Thanks to the doctor the situation was taken care of. Explaining what was happening to the king, it wasn’t long after he was out of the fake Jeanne's arms, trying to get back to his favorite. Still connected to their ship, the individual fled. The doctor promised them a safer and harmless way out. Welcoming them to an inhabited planet where they could thrive again.

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In the end, everything went well, no one was hurt, and the king was saved. He had even tried to get compensation for the help the doctor had offered. But he had refused, claiming it was just another Saturday for him.

Jeanne had followed the doctor and Clara back to the Tardis, wanting to know more about the two time travelers. It was irrational, yet she seemed to be attracted to this incredibly gentleman. Clara had gone ahead, entering the Tardis while the Comtesse stayed to discuss with the timelord.

“So, tell me. Am I to ever see you again?”

“We weren’t to meet in the first place.“ Let out the doctor.

"That is regrettable. I would have desired to learn more about you."

“You can always ask.”

"Can you be truthful? Your eyes betray a distant presence. Why must it be so melancholic?" Looking into his eyes, all she could see was dread, something old that still lingered.

“An old friend of mine had been missing. I searched everywhere, but I’ll find her at some point.”

"If she holds such significance to you, perhaps she is nearer than you anticipate."

“How could she be ?”

"I suppose destiny plays a role? And it's undeniable that you're attractive; I wouldn't fault her for desiring your return."

The doctor couldn't help himself but look at her. Something was screaming at him to look closer into it, to try and understand, but shoving a sonic screwdriver into someone’s face wasn’t a good approach.

“Have we met before ?”

"I don't believe we have. But something suggests it won't be the final occasion either."

“How can you be so sure ?” The Doctor said while trying to find out why he was so attracted to her.

"Life unfolds in mysterious manners. So do I. To my knowledge, no one is born twice."

“I can guess of a few species that can.”

“You're the Bowtie maniac, you should be the one who knows.”

The doctor looked as if he had seen a ghost. “I’m not -(A bow tie maniac)”. In the whole universe, there was only one person who called him this, that he accepted it from. Locking eyes with hers, all he could see was how old they seemed, how much they lived, despite seeming so young. But it made sense. After all (Y/N) had told him about certain past lives. Never giving a name to not disturb time paradoxes that weren’t meant to be. She did mention having had a peculiar life in the 18th century, falling in love with the king. But never would he have guessed for you to have been born as Jeanne de Becu. La Comtesse du Barry.

“Madame! Le roi vous attend !” They heard being called. The Valet of the king interrupted the many questions that had yet to be asked, but it was better to not know and let destiny be what it had done best. Reunite one another.

Jeanne felt there was something more and she wanted to know. But it would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it? Caressing his confused face with her right hand, she smiled at him. A simple smile, that made his hearts flutter.

"I suppose this is merely a 'farewell,' Doctor. I'll see you when the time arrives, my Bowtie Maniac." And as her hand left his cheek, he felt his hearts hurt, being left once more by the woman he loved the most in the entire universe.

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Bonus :

The Tardis felt silent, sad even. The tension was too much for Clara, and she couldn’t help herself from asking what was going on. Why was he looking so distraught, and was being so quiet as he brought her home?

“Who was she ?”

“Jeanne du Berry? Favorite of the King. A more pleasant way to say concubine. She was born in a monastery. But she became a lady in waiting, then worked in a brothel. She got the visit of a rich noble from the court that presented her to the king. It was love at first sight.”

“And to you ?”

“I didn’t know her by that name. At least never heard her mentioning it as one of her previous incarnations. She never wanted me to know.”

“Why would she hide it ?”

“Paradoxes. If I had known, I might never have wanted to meet the younger version of herself. Avoid it even.”

“What happened to her ?”

“I lost her” Seeing the sad face of Clara, the Doctor still wanted to see her smile, and stop worrying about what went through his head. “But I’m sure we will meet again. Travel together once more like we always did. I’m sure you two would love each other.” Finally let out the doctor full of hope.

#the doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #doctor who x imortal reader #clara oswald #doctor who x reader #Doctor who x reader!Oc #angst #oneshot

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sweetbraveclara · 3 months

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Finding Her

post-Hell Bent alternative ending.

The Doctor wants his companion back, and is willing to do anything to do so. Yet, he what he finds is far different than what he expects. (Set on Gallifrey)

One chapter, approx 1.6k. Twelfth doctor/ Clara Oswin Oswald

Angst and pain guaranteed

#doctor who #twelve x clara #clara oswald #twelfth doctor #whouffaldi #clara oswin oswald #12th doctor #angst #fanfiction #whouffle #pain #my writing #1.6k

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timeandspacenovelist · 2 months

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Title: Princess Of Thieves

Rating: T

Synopsis: The kingdom of Gallifrey remains under the rule of a tyrannical king, as the land is patrolled and controlled by his wicked right-hand woman. Many have fallen or given up hope of a return to a good and prosperous future. Only one person can save the day and bring back the kingdom the land once knew many years ago…

Link: AO3

#doctor who #ao3 #fanfic #thirteenth doctor #archive of our own #clara oswald #yasmin khan #twelfth doctor #alternate universe #human au #medieval au #robin hood au kinda #angst #fluff #humor #action adventure

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anteroom-of-death · 1 month

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Clever Girl

Synopsis: What would happen if 13 met Clara?

A/n: listen I know I've been shit for fic publishing lately. I've overloaded my shit. Sorry. Anywho. Here's a bittersweet reunion fic. Thank you to all who reads this. It's a bit different than my usual offerings! Enjoy! Whouffaldi forever bitches.

A distress signal rang through the TARDIS. The Doctor was of half a mind to ignore it. Lately, the whole universe was screaming out for help. Only so much she could feasibly do. She was only one entity, already stretched so thin, and a part of her Fam was worried about the radiation from repeated exposure to the Vortex. She was intent on making his adventures with his grandson in space relatively fun and low-intensity.

She went to go dismiss it…

A TARDIS. Type 60. Automatically generated by the ship when the crew was in danger and needed another Time Lord's intervention.

Her hearts raced and she turned to this little ramshackle crew she had.

Who was it?

“Say, who wants one more quick trip? Huh? I’ll get you all back safe and sound. Nothing but a little bit of distress.”

There was a generally positive assent.

She entered in the coordinates and pulled the lever down. The familiar groans of the TARDIS rang through the halls and reverberated through her head.

When she got out, it was a battlefield. Some far off planet…the universe’s second oldest tale. War, war and more war.

Children, women and not much in the way of soldiers were dying everywhere. Hell rained down from an unseen high and she looked everywhere for the TARDIS that called. So much death.

Yaz was first to emerge. Eager to help, eager to save lives.

“I’m going to scan for…something.” She told them all, she announced as she produced her sonic out from her coat.

It was close by. She chased the signal about twenty paces. Cleverly disguised as a lamp-post. Her little flock followed close by.

“They must be close by.” She tapped it and went into the deeper parts of the war-ravished area.

“Who, Doctor? Who are you looking ‘round for?” Graham reasonably questioned. The Doctor was erratic. Searching, her eyes seemed to bug from their sockets. They were filled with questions, tears, and a perhaps, a bit of hope.

“I don’t know.” She breathed, a bit of honesty leaking out of the corners of the simple expression.

A small, traumatized child scraped into view.

“Are you friends with Miss Teacher and her Lady Me?” One of their tentacles cleaved onto the Doctor. “Their spaceship came in the same manner!”

“Miss Teacher? Lady Me?” The Doctor perked up. She recognized one of those names…

Who was this Miss Teacher? It couldn’t be…no. Not at all, she shoved that bit of hope deep down. Banished it forever. This body was good at banishing emotions. Mostly.

“Can you point us to them?” She crouched down and got on the child’s level.

“Come, I’ll bring you to them!”

Yaz, Ryan and Graham followed in pursuit. Equally as confused as well as skeptical about the child’s intentions.

The utterly destroyed city turned base camp-slash-survival shelter had a small enclave leading down from a basement. It was cramped, survivors wall to wall.

The Doctor sucked through her teeth, unsure how to help. Her Fam probed and set up shop. Figuring the best way to help.

And there she was, the most beautiful woman her last body would ever see. She was dressed simply. All black. The same jewelry she wore as the day she died.

It made the Doctor’s hearts sink.

It was all wrong. Clara was supposed to fly to Gallifrey and reset the time-lines. To go back and die on Trap Street…

Her initial reviled take and sights at the Lady Me and the instinct of a Time Lord to balk at immortals and…for a lack of a better term, the undead, toned down. She remembered how joyous it was to have the memories back of Clara.

Maybe this was why the universe was screaming for help from all angles. Clara didn’t go back…

The fracture maybe was too great now to fix.

But here she was, in all of her short, bossy control-freak glory. Giving orders, telling people rationing schemes, an air of authority radiating off her in such a way that made the Doctor think the hybrid was still very much alive.

Although, she felt a stab of lucidity at herself, she was being marked as bossy and a control-freak all the time now. Maybe she was quick to judge Clara?

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” She said as she shoved herself to the front.

It took a moment, but Clara smiled one of those large, three-mirror smiles. “And you’re supposed to not remember me. I heard you went with the Missy-special with your latest body. Long way ‘round.” She stabbed with her finger into the Doctor’s chest.

“Oh, glass lady put you back in my head.”

Clara nodded, not at all shocked.

“At least Koschei dealt with the Time Lords for me. I hated being hunted…”

“Koschei?” The Doctor yet again, found her mind boggling.

“Doctor?” The ask seemed to come from the Lady Me and Yaz.

“Oh, yeah, it’s me…Me. Oh, Yaz. This is my friend Clara.” The weight of the word ‘friend’ was not as all encompassing as it needed to be. How could she be able to define the insanity and passion and a love that infected all around it, including it’s hosts? A passion so bright it caused them to merge into another? “This is my new friend, Yaz.” The word yet again didn’t ring right. But it still had a crushing effect on it’s bearer.

Truth was, she fancied Yaz, but after the betrayal of Missy, the inevitable loss of Clara, and the final chapter of her time with River…she wasn’t allowing herself to feel romantic feelings again. Repression and regret.

“How do you know…them by that name?”

“Oh, she told me. We found each other accidentally and she was truly apologetic about how we ended up. She just thought our dynamic would be funny. Didn’t mean for you to single-handedly coup Gallifrey. We had tea regularly. She was trying to find a way to fix me until she vanished. This new body he’s in…lightweight, but enjoys ginger beer.” She smirked. “He told me he gave up on fixing me and went straight to arson.”

“I don’t approve of their friendship. I must tend to the wounded, it’s nice to see you again, Doctor.” The Lady Me said as she ushered Yaz away to help.

“I thought he destroyed Gallifrey in some…reaction to me?”

Clara laughed. “God no, and do you think he’d ever tell you the truth? Especially if he thinks you’ve forgotten me? Nope!”

“Were you…ever interested in going back?”

“Kind of, I was getting around to it eventually, but I love me a planet and I have to go save the universe. I had cute boy and a really annoying Scot once show me the wonders of life. I’m not going to waste my un-life. And now the big bad Time Lords aren’t hunting me…I’ll go on forever.”

“Do you…want to come with me? Again. We can anywhere. There was so much I wanted to do with you.” The Doctor pleaded. The waves of her past body’s desperation for this woman unlocking and flooding her current body. She felt a thin grey-haired Scot banging around in the corner of her mind punching through, begging to feel Clara’s hand in his and to press his lips to it once more.

“Nah, I think Yaz wouldn’t enjoy that. Nor Ashildr. Companions, right?” She nudged the Doctor in a joking manner.

“I loved you. I loved you more than you could –“ And the Doctor was cut off.

“I knew. I know.” Clara’s eyebrows knit together and if she still could cry, her eyes would have started to well up. The reflex was still there, the burn, the hollow ache. The relief from water didn’t not come, though.

“I still don’t understand your face.” The Doctor said. “Your eyes are huge.”

“I think Koschei stole them.” Clara remarked.

“He does look…a little bit like you these days.” The Doctor admitted. Wondering if it was intentional and a subtle reminder when they faced off, or just flattery and fondness for a friend.

“Come, help us save these people. Off chance, we cross paths again, I’ll buy you a drink. You still like coffee? I’ll get you some. I can’t enjoy anything anymore, but it’s nice to share.”

“No, I can’t drink it anymore. Buzzes my brains out. I accidentally drank one of Yaz’s Monster drinks and she had to pry me off the ceiling, literally. Can really only eat dirt and crème custards now. I can make tea, no one drinks it.” The Doctor admitted.

“I can’t taste, so I’ll take a cuppa.” Clara coalesced into a fit of laughter. She was glad that the mood shifted to silly rather than heart-aching.

“Can’t believe you and the Master are on speaking terms. Let alone you know his real name…”

“Well, I know yours. So she felt it only fair.”

Clara started calling for a queue for dinner rations and went to dishing out some sort of mash on plates.

“Grab a ladle and work on how to end this war!” She ordered the Doctor.

The Doctor picked one up and began working.

The rush to her brains from yet again getting bossed around from her impossible Clara sent her into overdrive. The war was over by daybreak. Peace was chartered, reparations set up, and the attackers were forced to rebuild the planet from the ground up using their own resources from their home planet.

The two TARDIS’s seemed to be communicating when the entire lot of both parties went back.

The Doctor reached out for Clara’s hand as good-byes were being issued and thanks.

The companions of both these travelers went into their respective TARDIS. Yaz was last. Giving a quick, worried, jealous glance.

She pressed her lips to it, a single large, hot tear splashing down onto it.

“Just one adventure, please.” Her throat began tightening.

Clara let her hand linger near the Doctor’s mouth for a moment longer. If her heart could still beat, it would be beating her to crumble in her resolve.

“No.” She smiled and tucked a strand of the Doctor’s blonde locks behind her ear, careful to not tangle it in the mess of earrings that peppered her ear. She let her hand linger for more than was sane. She wished it was still the face of that old, grey, handsome stick-bug she used to be. Her favorite of the two she knew most intimately.

The Doctor instinctively closed her eyes and as a breath raked out of her throat, hitched and shattered. She leaned into Clara’s cold, dead hand and remembered it’s former warmth.

They sat there in silence for a moment that seemed both too short and too long.

Clara finally pulled away. Making her way quickly into her TARDIS’s door frame.

“Run, my clever girl. Run and be a Doctor.” She called out, slamming the door shut.

The Doctor fell to the ground and wept at length.

If Clara told her so, then she really had to do it.

She entered her own TARDIS, it was feeling excited that their Clara was near the both of them once again. She noticed that about a half-hour had passed.

She stalked past her new Fam, entering in the coordinates to where they were probably needed most next….

They seemed at attention for her to give an order of her own.

And she ran, just as she had been ordered.

Perhaps even cleverly!

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