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Not again. This couldn't happen to her again. Clara had already lost one Doctor; she couldn't bear to lose another. But she forced herself to remain calm. He was still the Doctor, he would still be the Doctor. Whatever he changed into, he would still be the same man that she fell in love with and that was still going to be the case. She had learned that the hard way the last time he had regenerated but she was all the better for that knowledge. She clicked her fingers and the TARDIS doors fell open. He grunted as she dragged him, barely able to support his weight but she was desperate to get him inside. She made the final few harsh steps and then he was leaning on the console instead of her, grunting as she clicked her fingers again and the door slammed shut behind her. She wanted to cry as he stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, his piercing eyes never leaving her.
"Oh hell," he muttered. "That Dalek got me good. I'm going Clara, but you've done this before. We've done this before. Whatever happens, we can cope. I love you and I believe you."
Clara was fighting back tears but when she saw the orangey yellow light, the same light that had haunted her nightmares for so long, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as the Doctor gasped and the light exploded around him for what seemed like an eternity but was little more than a moment or two. Then, he was her. He was literally Clara. She let out a squeal of shock and then just stood, staring at him (her?). The Doctor was frowning and it looked exactly like Clara was frowning. It was beyond unnerving.
"Clara?" the Doctor asked in her voice. "Have you grown? Oh God, I'm short aren't I? And I'm a girl too, but the sounds of the voice. Blimey, feel this body Clara, I am smoking. I have hair, so much hair, all of the hair. Why the hell does my voice sound so familiar? Clara would you stop staring at me like that? I understand I'm probably very attractive and you're probably a little bit turned on right now and you don't know why and shit the bed that's your voice. I'm talking in your voice. Clara Oswin Oswald why am I talking in your voice? Did I?" There was a dramatic pause, during which Clara didn't know what to say or what to do. "Am I you?"
She nodded weakly. Then the Doctor let out a raucous giggle that sounded odd coming from Clara's mouth, and then she shook herself a touch, and suddenly, she wasn't Clara anymore, but now a man, taller and older with a twinkling smile. Clara let out a sigh of relief. He winked at her and she punched him playfully.
"Trolled you!" he laughed. And that was the start of a beautiful romance.