DISCLAIMERS/NOTES
1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by the BBC. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.
2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.
3. For story notes, see Part 1.
PART 49
Missy stared wide-eyed, then slowly looked down at the burning hole in her chest. A final glassy glance up… then the Mistress collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. She hit the ground with a thump.
Clara stood there, rifle smoking, body numb.
What had she done? God, what had she done?
She… just killed her…
Tears poured down her face as she stared at the fallen body of Missy. Unable to move, unable to speak, Clara just stared down, her mind perhaps gone.
She shot her wife.
Trembling, the Impossible Girl choked, unable to breathe. It was like all the life had gone from her. "Wh… what have I… what have I done… ?" Her voice was barely a whimper. She took a deep gulp, her throat feeling tight. "Oh God… oh God… "
The gun slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. Clara quickly followed, falling to her knees in the grass as she cried profusely. The realisation of what happened slowly killing her from the inside.
It was all so sudden. She was prepared to help her wife, protect their children… but when she heard Missy say those words… those awful, impossible words… it was like something in Clara snapped. Or perhaps… reconnected.
Clara's mind was a jumble, an incoherent mess of thoughts. Did that really happen? Did Missy really say those things? Did she actually abandon two of their children - let them die? Why was she dead? Why was she not regenerating? What would Clara do now? What had she been doing for the past twenty years? Was she just fooling herself for all that time? Was their entire married life a lie? How could she shoot her wife? Or did she just finally see once again the monster the Mistress was?
All those thoughts, and many more, ran amok in Clara's head. In that very moment, she wanted to die herself. The guilt was overwhelming, but for what? For killing Missy? Or for falling for her in the first place?
Shakily, Clara reached out to the body of her wife; despite her conflict of emotions, she could not help it. They were still together for twenty years, still slept in the same bed, raised children, travelled the universe as a family. Missy was there for her when the Doctor was not, and now…
And yet… was it ever real? Or was Clara just a toy for the Mistress all along? Why would they have children if it was not real love? How could Missy let them die?
How could Clara kill her… ?
Clara sobbed openly, her face twisted in agony. Her mouth moved, but no words formed. She could not fathom anything now. How? Why? What?
Her hand drew closer to the unmoving head of Missy… but was stopped by another. "Clara."
The Impossible Girl looked up to see an impossible sight coming down into view. Taking her hand and kneeling infront of her, was…
"… Amy… ?"
An aged Amy Pond gripped Clara's hand tenderly. "It's alright… it's alright… "
Clara could not believe her eyes. After shooting her wife, she had not even comprehended anyone else there. "H… how… ?"
Tears in her own eyes, Amy bit her lip and slowly, lovingly, moved a stray hair from Clara's face. "It's a long story… but it doesn't matter now."
Clara must have gone insane. This could not be happening. Now in a full-on panic, she tried moving away. "N… no… this… this is impossible. This… this… what, what is going on?!"
"Baby, please," Amy pleaded, not letting her ex-fiancee go. "I know, I know. But it's me… it's really me." She closed her eyes, barely keeping in her own pain. "I've missed you so much… "
Clara just continued staring wide-eyed, unable to believe it. "No… no, it can't be… not now… why now… ?"
"Clara," breathed Amy, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. But all that matters is that we're together again… and no matter what happens, I'm never letting you go again."
Clara did not know what to think, how to feel. Part of her wanted to kill herself for what she just did. But another part needed to make sure her children were safe.
However, yet another part could not deny what was before her now. The woman she once loved with all her being, the person she thought she could never live without, yet the person she believed abandoned her when learning of her infidelity. And she was here, now. Kneeling infront of her, just asking to be seen…
Slowly, Clara raised a hand to a wrinkled cheek, to feel once more Amy Pond…
Her one, true…
TO BE CONTINUED
