A/N: I was bored and I has this idea.

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"I am not a dalek!" Her words echo through his voice and he shakes his head, repeating himself.

"I don't love you, Clara." He sees the tears in her eyes and it makes him sad. He doesn't want to say these things, but he has to. It was the only way to keep her safe. She wipes her eyes, nodding. He feels as his heart shatters into a million pieces.

"Why are you saying this?" She asks in a desperate, broken voice.

"Because it's the truth." He lies easily, struggling to keep his emotionless veil on. He did love her, but he couldn't lose her. Not again. She had died once because of him, but he would not allow it to happen again. Not on his terms.

He remembers all the times they had kissed and danced and touched, wanting nothing more than to have that all again. Well, except for her safety. She had been killed because he had left her. Because he wasn't there to save her. That's what he was doing now.

Saving her.

She had turned into a dalek and died. She had suffered as one of those things and he would not allow it to happen a second time. Not as long as he was still breathing. He remembers the fear in her voice when she didn't know where she was. The panic when she didn't know what was happening to her.

"Where am I?!" She had yelled desperately, terrified. "I am a human! I am not a dalek!" Then she slowly changed. The words came out slow at first, but then came as easy as your native language.

"Ex-ter-mi-nate." She had said slowly, letting the words onto her tongue. Seeing what they felt like. How they tasted on her tongue. How they sounded coming out of her mouth for the very first time. Then it became easier after a while and that was all she could say or think of.

"Exterminate, exterminate, exterminate!" She had chanted, over and over. This was why he was saying goodbye now. So she shouldn't have to go through that all again.

"Goodbye, Clara." He kisses her on the cheek gently and walks away. He expects a protest or some sort of reaction, but nothing comes. For that, he is grateful. She does say something and he would have missed it if he wasn't expecting it.

"Run, you clever boy... and remember." She whispers, a smile in her voice.

"Goodbye, Oswin, and I won't forget. But I will run, for you. Promise." He whispers back, wiping his eye.

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