A short addition to the last scene in "The Name of the Doctor". Based off of the finale and its epilogue "She Said, He Said". If you haven't seen the epilogue to the final episode of series 7, you can find it here: who-uffle . tumblr (dot com) post / 50300750414

What if the Doctor and Clara had a few moments to themselves before they noticed John Hurt's Doctor off in the distance?

Impossible

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"Clara come on, you can do it. I know you can."

"How?" she asks breathlessly. How, after what feels like the greatest defeat of her life, can she find the strength to find him?

"Because it's impossible," he responds, hands desperately reaching out for her. "And you're my impossible girl! How many times have you saved me Clara?" he asks her, his voice echoing in his own time stream. "Just this once, just for the hell of it...let me save you!"

She looks past her tears and limps toward his figure. She needs him now more than ever. Not an earlier version of him; him in this very moment.

"You have to trust me Clara," he reassures once more. She's getting closer to him now. "I'm real. Just one more step..."

And in that moment, she collapses into his arms. They hold on to each other, so close and so desperately. He has his impossible girl in his arms, and she has everything she's wanted in her grasp.

"Clara," he sighs. "My Clara."

She shakes slightly beneath his grip, clutching onto any part of him she can. He buries his face in her hair and trails sweet kisses from her cheek to her temple. He strokes her hair, too, needing to feel every part of her he can. His girl.

"Doctor," she whispers finally. She's exhausted to say the least, but she's content with being wrapped in his embrace.

"Clara," he responds, lightly brushing his lips on her forehead. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," she says with a short breath. "You're okay."

"That I am," he reassures her with a small smile. "And you're going to be alright too."

"It worked though," she says. "I didn't think I could do it. I was so scared," she confesses.

"You had every right to be, Clara. You were perfect. You are absolutely perfect."

She smiles a little, pressing her cheek to his chest. "Thanks," she whispers.

"In every way," he continues. Her eyes are closed but he has her attention completely. "Always."

She looks up then, opening her eyes into his. He looks at her with such adoration, she can't even begin to fathom the feeling she gets in the pit of her stomach. It's so hard not to feel for a man who has done so much for others without a complaint. He was completely and without a doubt perfect in her eyes, too. With that in mind, she musters enough strength to reach up and lightly brush her lips against his. It's so sweet and perfect, and although she can feel him squirming slightly beneath her, their lips are saying what words cannot. Her Doctor. His Clara.

She can feel his hearts beat at an incalculable rate as he places his hands on her face to bring them even closer together for just a second longer.

In the same moment, they pull away, happiness overriding any exhaustion they have. The Doctor is completely entranced in his perfect impossible girl until he realizes just where they are.

"We need to get out of here, Clara. It's not safe for us to be here."

Clara nods weakly, releasing herself from his arms. She can feel his attention elsewhere. She turns to a strange figure off in the distance.

"Who's that?" she asks.

"No one…let's get back."