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Chapter Three:

"The air as you know it cleaner here," Drexa said. "There are other elements in it, but they are not harmful to your body."

"Wow, that is fascinating," Spencer said. "So, what happens next?"

"An elaborate ceremony where I will be painted and presented gifts from…"

The journey was nearly over, so Clara walked away from the pair to see what the Doctor was looking at on the monitor. When he noticed her approaching, he quickly sonicked the screen blank.

"What were you looking at?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said.

"Nothing you wanted me to see!" she said.

"You don't need to know everything!" he said. "A little knowledge is dangerous for you humans."

"The same goes for to Timelords!" Clara said.

"Enough, you two!" Drexa said as she approached them. "What is this about?"

"The Doctor is hiding something," Clara said.

"I am not," he said.

"Is it relevant to my coronation and Spencer's installation as my consort?" Drexa asked.

"No," he said firmly.

"Then let the Doctor have his secrets, and let us be on our way," Drexa said.

Clara stared at the Doctor until he was forced to look away. He busied himself with the TARDIS console. She sighed. The Doctor was lying because the Doctor lies. She wondered what he was looking at.

"We're here," he announced.

He put up a picture of Coleum. Spencer and Clara gasped. It was a truly stunning planet. It was more egg-shaped than round. It had rock formations of every color dotting the surface. What looked like water streamed across the surface in the form of faint lines that looked like rivers.

The was a clinking sound. Spencer and Clara turned around. Green emeralds were pouring out from Drexa's eyes.

"My home," she said.

Spencer rushed to her. They embraced.

"Doctor," a voice said.

They turned to see a man on the screen who looked to be made of an opal.

"We have been made aware of presence and are sending you arrival coordinates. Please follow them the decimal point."

"Yes, sir," the Doctor said.

The transmission ended, and the Doctor started plugging in numbers.

There was a slight tremor, and the TARDIS landed.

Drexa looked to the Doctor.

"Royalty first," he said. "Your people await you."

She took a few steps and then suddenly grabbed Spencer's hand.

He hugged her again. "I'll be right behind you."

She walked to the entrance and opened the door. They could hear cries of joy and jubilation. Drexa stuck her head back in.

"Spencer, come," she said eagerly.

The Doctor and Clara turned to stare to each other.

"Look I know you think I'm crazy," he said steadily.

"Crazier than usual," she said.

"But I am doing this man a favor by letting him live with Drexa," he said.

"Based on what?" she asked. "Based on what you were looking at on that screen?"

"The man is going to be falsely imprisoned!" the Doctor shouted. "He's going to be mentally and physically tortured while there. Before that he's going to be shot. After that he's going to find out his mother who has schizophrenia, is going to develop early-onset dementia. He's not going to live a happy life if I were to take him back!"

"Since do we get to choose who escapes their fate?" Clara asked. "When did you decide to play God?"

The door slammed shut. Spencer appeared.

"I decide my fate," he said and turned to the Doctor. "Is it true, my mother is going to develop dementia while I'm imprisoned?"

"It's a long story," the Doctor said. "You were trying to help her but ended up falsely imprisoned."

"Then let her remember me as I am," he said. "I choose Maeve. I choose Coleum."

"Spencer, your grieving!" Clara cried. "You're not thinking clearly. What about your friends and your family."

"They'll miss me, but they will recover. I don't think I'll ever recover from losing Maeve."

"You say that now, but you don't know what will happen next."

"I know I don't want the life waiting for me at home," he said.

He turned to the Doctor again. "Thank you, for bringing Maeve to me. Would you like to attend the coronation?"

"A Colian coronation? It would truly be an honor," the Doctor said.

"No!" Clara shouted. She rushed around the console looking for the transport lever.

The Doctor raised his sonic screwdriver and the TARDIS powered down completely.

"We have a coronation to attend," he said simply.