Hello Whovians, my name is Texa52, my first Doctor Who one-shot here, takes place during when you cried the most in series 9, so please enjoy.
The chains on her hands felt heavy, no surprise there, they didn't want her running off again.
They marched her like a convict, the two next to her were stoic, their faces betrayed no emotions.
An injured horse like her always wanted to run, that's what she did anyway.
She did the best she could, she travelled the stars, and was good.
She saw the Beatles during their prime, went to the planet Midnight made out of Diamonds, glistening as a prized jewel of the galaxy, and trekked across the sandy plains of the Sahara.
There was so much more she could do
So much more
But all good things must come to an end.
Well she had a good run anyway, one of the best years of her life, only ranking second to her finer years.
Thirteen years on the run.
But no matter how fast you run, you always ran out of time
She had to face her demons.
She could've kept running of course.
But if she kept on running, she would never feel it, she could never feel it…
So after thirteen years of fun, Daleks, Cybermen and a whole lot of running, she was ready to face them.
She still hated them of course, after what they had done, but she needed them now.
The white doors before her slid open, and they marched her in.
There were many familiar faces, they didn't age, no surprise, they were the ones who figured out how to cheat death more times than cats, they obviously figured out how to stay young even when they got to 500 years old.
Any beauty loving woman would kill for that secret to smooth skin.
Huh
Look at her, about to face her destiny and still cracking jokes in her mind.
From the small crowd, she saw her partner in crime, looking solemn, but with a look of understanding.
The chains to her hands dropped to the ground.
The crowd surrounding her nodded, she had caused them too much trouble, but now she was here to set things right.
Respect
The door in front of her shone in a bright light, but she could see what was inside, the events there almost felt like yesterday.
Still clear in her mind.
Me
The Raven
Rigsy
Oh yeah, Rigsy the boy who painted the Tardis, for her.
Well, it was time to see them all again.
Stepping in, the stone brick beneath her remained unchanged since the last time she had been there. The antique street lights, Victorian-ish setting, it was like Diagon Alley from the Harry Potter books and films.
Maybe she should've met Daniel Radcliffe for one last time
The gateway to this time closed.
Be brave
A bright white light engulfed her.
And for the last time, Clara Oswald child of Ellie and Dave Oswald,companion to the 11th and 12th doctor, and formerly known as the impossible girl, could feel her pulse again.
Sorry
Not Sorry