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by VoteHarrySaxon

Before the war, My Thief was a student, a fiance, an execting parent. During the war, he was a father, a husband, and an expecting parent. Then he lost it all. He became a renegade. Now, Gallifrey is back, and My Thief is home. Home, trying to save what's left of his marriage, his friendships, and his family. DoctorXMaster Theta Sigma X Koschei

"You'll call me if you need anything, yeah?" Clara asks, slinging a bag over her shoulder. The Doctor nods, and forces a smile. Not an obvious fake smile, but the kind of smile a parent would have given their child who just got married. A happy smile, because they're growing up and planting their own roots, but at the same time a sad smile because they're leaving. The kind of smile he would have given Susan.

"That'd be quite hard to do, considering you never answer." He says, and sticks out a hand. He'd discovered rather quickly this regeneration didn't like being hugged by very many people, and certainly not Clara. Her hugs broke bones and left bruises.

"And you do?" She asks, and shakes his hand. She would have much rather hugged him, it's a much better way to say goodbye, but she would have never challenged him on that. The last time she did, he just shook his head, and wouldn't talk for the next four hours. He's like a four year old in that way. When he doesn't get something, he pouts.

"Of course. When I can, anyway." His arm drops back to his side. He really is trying to act normal, but how can you act normal when you're about to leave your friend forever and go live on a planet that you practically doomed? It feels like retirement.

"Nice try old man." Clara glances out the doors, my doors, and sighs. "I should get going. See you next Wednesday?" She asks, stepping backward toward the door. Thief nods, and smiles at her again.

"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way." He says, watching Clara close the doors behind her for the last time.