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So this is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter like you have done the others. Something a little different for the beginning here. I can't say how much I have enjoyed uploading this story and how encouraging your comments have been.

The next story I will uploading will be Brothers, on 22nd August. A summary of the story is on my profile. I have written other Doctor Who fics so might be worth checking them out.

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Clara Oswald and The Doctor

Dear Reader,

As said earlier in this story, the service that the Doctor's offer is only there for the people that would benefit from the system. It is away for people to escape from the world and their problems. The adventures are offered more for the children that write in. Everyone needs a little escapism at times. That is the purpose of the Doctor's. A doctor is there to heal people. There are different ways to heal people other than giving them medicine. Sometimes just a distraction is nice.

This story has followed two people; Clara Oswald and John Smith.

When Clara Oswald wrote the first time, it was because she had realised her worst fear. Getting lost was something she feared and she just needed a little reassurance. The Doctor took her on an adventure to try and take her mind off of it, or otherwise, her fear may have increased.

The second time she wrote, she was at a crossroads. With her mother's death, her life could have gone one of two ways. At that age, you might think that you don't need your parents but you do. Losing a parent is never easy but Clara was suffering, as every teenager would do. She needed to see that it would all get better, even if it did just require her making a soufflé.

This time is what because she had a problem accepting her boyfriend's death. She had seen the advert a number of times before she picked up the pen to write to them. She thought, this time, she could get over it by herself. The problem with Danny Pink's death was that she partly blamed herself. After all, it was when she was giving him her 'I love you'. There was also the problem that everything reminded her of him. The problem with dating a colleague.

She had put herself down and with that, had committed herself to a life of loneliness. Someone who has lost so much so young.

John had also lost people. Parents, wife, the children that were never meant to be. It made him reluctant to let in anyone else. So many people had come and gone from his life, could you really blame him? It meant that he had missed out on things. He had never found another love. He would just go to work to come back to a cold empty house. A miserable existence that made him miserable.

Each Doctor is carefully chosen and each Doctor is carefully allocated. There is a reason as to why a Doctor is given a certain person while they may be suited to someone different.

The reason that Clara Oswald and John Smith were put together was because they could help each other. They fell in love with each other because of the words used. There is nothing simpler than the pure choice of words and how they are put.

Strange, isn't it?

Clara looked up at the house as she carried the first box to it. It had been a couple of months since she and John started dating. A couple of glorious months. He was just right for her. She knew that she had been stupid to think that she would never find anyone else after Danny. The Doctors had shown her that there was someone else in the world for her.

It was on a whim that John had asked her to move in. He had said it one night when the wine had flowed a little too freely. She thought that it was just a drunken moment but apparently he had been deadly serious about it.

So that was why she was standing, outside his house, with his car full of her belongings, looking up at her new home.

"I didn't really have you done as the domestic type." She said when he joined her. "I mean that is a proper dream house."

"River wanted the house. I was fine just having a flat. She was off seeing the world most of the time due to the archaeology. I didn't spend much time at home either in my youth. I suppose she always thought that life would have made us more of a family of two."

"It isn't too late to if you want a family."

"Calm down Clara. I have only just asked you to move in with me. We don't need to move too quickly."

"By the rate that we are moving, we will be married by the end of the year."

He chuckled. "You would still have to be Clara Oswald. I don't think that Clara Smith would have the same ring to it."

"I don't know about that."

She turned and smiled up at him. He gave her the same goofy grin that he always gave her.

"Come on, we better get all your stuff in. It looks like it might rain. Wouldn't want your stuff to get wet?"

There was a spring in her step as she followed him towards the house, the place she was now going to call home. As she stepped into the hallway, she knew that it had lacked a woman's touch. Something that she was sure that she would put right. It wouldn't take her long to put her own little touches on the place. That is if he wanted her to.

She followed him into the lounge and placed her box next to the one he was carrying. She took in the room, noting the minimalistic way that he had decorated the house.

"I am literally going to be an explosion of colour here, aren't I?"

"Yes you are, not that I mind. I think it needs a little colour."

In the small moment that they were stood there, the rain came pouring down, hitting against the bay window. They both turned to it.

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain." Clara sang.

He resisted the urge to grab her hand and spin her around as he sung the rest of the song. "Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape" He sung."If I remember the song right. Sums us up, doesn't it?

She smiled up at him. "Oh, it does."

"Well, I don't like getting caught in the rain. Luckily, I closed the door to my car." He turned to her properly. "How about I show you the rest of the house?"

She slipped her hand into his and moved closer to him. "What starting here and ending in the bedroom?"

"If you want." He bent down and kissed her, wrapping his free arm around her, bring her as close as he could to him. "Or we could just head straight there and wait for the rain to pass?"

"That sounds like a good idea."

He smiled down at her before pulling on their joined hands. He may have brought this house with River but with Clara, he was finally going to make it his home.