A/N: This chapter is basically just fluff. So I hope you all like that. Also, I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I didn't have a lot of time to edit before publishing it.

I gazed silently up at the branches shaking in the breeze above my head. Smiling, I turned to face the Doctor and give him a peck on the cheek. I froze when I saw the Master instead. But then a thought came to me: Why am I thinking about the Doctor? It's the Master I love.

The Time Lord's eyes flew open and he smiled warmly at me. "Feeling restless, my love?" he asked.

"A little," I admitted.

His eyes were a warm shade of brown and sparkled with starlight from beyond the tree. His skin looked a shade lighter in the light and I found that I missed the usually dark tone of his face. He noticed me staring and smirked.

"Enjoying the view, my dear?"

I grinned and nodded. "Absolutely, Master."

He clicked his tongue and leaned forward to press a brief kiss to my lips. "Come now," he purred. "Say my name."

"Koschei."

"Much better." His eyes had a mischievous glint to them that I found alluring and almost seductive. "You know I prefer that you call me by my name."

I nodded. "Yes, but 'Master' just sounds so... sexy."

He arched an eyebrow and the mischief in his eyes quickly turned into something entirely different. "You were never like this when you were with the Doctor."

I lightly rested my hands on top of his and traced my fingers across his skin. "I'm always like this," I said slowly, "but I'm usually too shy to be myself around other people."

"And you can be yourself around me?" he clarified as he tightened his arms around my waist.

"Always."

My surroundings suddenly changed and I was inside a black TARDIS console room. A different incarnation of the Master was across the room from me, his black collar embroidered with gold patterns. I smiled when his eyes met mine and felt a butterfly sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"My dear, you look..." The Master's eyes scanned up and down my body, making me blush. "Well."

I smirked and took a few steps forward, feeling confident and bold in my attraction to him and his feelings for me. "Don't I always?" I questioned as I leaned against the console with a hand on my hip.

His blue-gray eyes sparkled for a moment and he smiled wickedly. "My dear Diana," he purred as he slowly walked around the console with a predatory look in his eyes. "You know by now not to tease me."

"Oh, but it's so fun, Koschei," I responded smugly.

"You tempt me far too often. Perhaps I should..." He trailed off and stopped in front of me, his face hovering over mine.

I inched forward and placed my hands on his chest right above his hearts. "Should what..., Koschei?"

With an almost growl, the Master eagerly pressed his mouth against mine. His arms came around my waist and pinned me against him as he quickly deepened the kiss. I grabbed at his collar and returned the kiss with equal fervor. The embrace lasted for a blissful eternity, my heart racing and soaring and my breaths quick and short when we would pull back for an instant.

When we finally pulled apart for breath, I found that I had changed locations and Masters once again. The Master who fought with Eight was holding me, his forehead pressed against mine. I smiled and ran my hand through his hair with a content sigh.

"My wife," he breathed. "My beloved Diana. You are mine forever."

I nodded. "I only ever wanted to be with you, Koschei. Never him, never... Never the Doctor."

With a gust of wind, my surroundings changed once more and I was with the final Master. His hair was cut close against his head and his eyes were bright with power and mischief. He was gazing down at me from his spot on the platform onboard the Valiant.

"I see you've returned," he observed.

"Have I been gone long?"

The Master started down the steps with a neutral expression on his face. "Long enough for me to desire your company more than normal," he repsonded with a triumphant side glance at the aged Tenth Doctor.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Then how about a proper 'welcome back' kiss?"

I woke with a start in the Doctor's arms still around me. Night had fallen on the planet and the Doctor seemed to be asleep behind me. The feeling of the Master's lips pressing hard agaisnt mine still echoed in my mind and it felt almost real. Disgust and horror washed over me and I closed my eyes against the memories and the dream.

The Doctor mumbled incoherently and tightened his arms around my waist. Not wanting to wake him or let him know of the worry in my mind, I stretched my legs out and arched my torso slightly. I couldn't bear to give him something else to worry about. I wanted him to be happy. That was all that mattered to me.

I smiled a little and rested my head on his shoulder, lifting my gaze to the stars that I could just make out through the leaves above us. The sound of the river was soothing and made my eyes begin to droop after a few minutes. I fought to stay awake because after all the time I had spent sleeping in the vortex, I wanted to be awake and feel everything around me while I still could.

"Wha's wrong, love?" the Doctor asked, his voice muffled and sleepy.

I shook my head and leaned back so I could see the outline of his face against the starlight. "Nothing. Just thinking. I'm sorry I woke you."

He shook his head and made a low sound in the back of his throat before yawning. "No, it's alrigh'," he assured me. "I just felt you fidgetin'."

"I'm trying to stay awake," I told him. "I don't want to be asleep and not be able to feel all of this. I can't really feel anything when I'm in the vortex."

"I know." The Doctor exhaled softly and rested his chin on the junction of my neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry I can't fix it for you. But you know that we can't use the Master's solution."

Confused, I turned my head to stare at the Time Lord. "What do you mean?"

"When he kidnapped you and he was able to keep you from disappearing, remember?"

"No. What are you- oh." I remembered that the Doctor thought we were married and so I assumed that whatever he was talking about had happened during our marriage. "Sorry. Sorry, I forgot. I-I... My memory's all weird after, um, all that time in the vortex."

The Doctor kissed my cheek and gently tucked some of my hair behind my ears. "Are you feelin' okay? Do you want to go back to the TARDIS?"

"No... And yes?" I didn't want him to realize that I had lied to him and I felt that if we could go back to the TARDIS I could relax a little, but I also didn't want to leave the calming atmosphere of Pertone. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I know you've been through hell with that bloody psychopath."

"Let's not talk about him," I said quickly.

The Doctor breathed lightly against my neck and nodded. "How about we go back to the TARDIS an' we can sleep in an actual bed? Then if you want to, we can come back here in the morning."

"I'd like that."

"Right then."

The Doctor pulled his arms away from my waist and stretched them above his head. I yawned and pushed off of the ground with my hands, swaying slightly when I got to my feet. I arched my back and stretched my arms over my head, sighing pleasantly when my back cracked.

I looked back at the Doctor and blushed when I realized he was staring at me. I dropped my arms and shoved my hands into the front pocket on my sweatshirt. He smiled and jumped to his feet, sliding his jacket on over his green jumper. He slowly put his arms around my waist and gave me a sweet, short kiss on the lips.

When he pulled back, I glanced away with flushed cheeks and my bottom lip caught between my teeth. "Come on, you," he said gently. I looked back up at him and smiled. "And stop that, you tease."

"Oh, I'm a tease?" I pulled my right hand out of my pocket and poked him in the chest. "What about you, mister? Being all Northern and hot and kissing my neck."

"Oh, please," he retorted with a roll of his eyes. "I know you like tha'. You can stop complainin'."

"And I know you like it when I do that thing with my lip. You told me so yourself. So you can stop complaining, mister superior Time Lord."

I felt strangely brave and unlike myself. I didn't feel like I had to worry about everything that had happened to me or between us. I felt truly happy with no Master or any fights to settle between us.

The Doctor and I teased one another all the way back to the TARDIS, holding hands and bumping playfully into one another with our shoulders. I was glad of the distraction and used the flirtatious teasing between us to settle my nerves and push aside my memories of the Master. He unlocked the door when we reached the ship and pushed me in first. I stumbled in and laughed when he released my hand and placed both of his hands on my waist. The doors closed behind us on their own and the overhead lights flashed as we walked up the ramp together.

I smiled up at the ceiling and felt relief flood through my veins. I was glad to finally be home and with the Doctor again. The ship seemed to sense that and I guessed that the Doctor did as well. I felt the memories and the dream pushing against my mind, but I ignored them and instead gazed fondly at the Doctor.

He stepped past me, his hands sliding off my hips as he did so, and stopped in front of the console. He typed something out on his keyboard and then grabbed the scanner. "C'mere, " he said with a wave of his hand. I came up behind him and rested my cheek om his arm. "The sun comes up in about eight hours. So if you want to get some more rest, we can do tha'. Or we can stay up a little."

I hummed thoughtfully and scrunched up my nose. "Hmm. Well, I think we got enough sleep, don't you? At least for now."

The Doctor nodded. "I agree," he said as he turned around to face me. His arms slid around my waist and tugged me closer so that I was standing in between his legs. "So wha' would you like to do?"

I shrugged. "Don't know. I think relaxing is high on the list, though. I'm not really interested in running for my life just yet."

"Shame."

"Yes, so sorry to disappoint you," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Then how 'bout a good film? Or a swim in the pool?"

"Will there be buttered popcorn?"

"In the pool?" the Doctor asked incredulously.

I laughed and shook my head. "No, doofus. With the movie."

"Oh." He smiled and the tips of his ears turned a little pink. I reached up and tickled his earlobe and he snickered. "Stop tha'."

"Ticklish?"

"No, but you are."

"No. Oh, no." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. "We're not doing that. I refuse to have a tickle fight."

He pouted, but the expression quickly turned into a grin. He leaned down with the intention of kissing me and I quickly leaned back to avoid it. The pout returned and I laughed.

"You're a tease," he said.

"I wasn't leading you on," I insisted. "I'm just naturally sexy."

"Don't I know it."

I shook my head with a laugh, giving him a shy smile. "Nah, I'm kidding. You know that."

The Doctor lightly cupped my chin and tilted my head up. "I think you are," he said with an honest smile.

"Yeah, it's your job to say that. You're my husband." Well, sort of, I thought guiltily.

The Doctor smiled and chuckled lightly. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine and sighed. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to focus on him instead of the constant bombardment of my dream in my mind.

"You sure you're alrigh'?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

I smiled weakly, glad that he had closed his eyes already and couldn't see that I clearly wasn't alright. "Yeah. Just, after everything with the Master and how he treated me... I don't quite feel like myself." At least that part was true.

The Doctor's eyes suddenly flew open and he gazed down into my eyes with a worried expression. Then he seemed to relax a little and he leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead.

"Let's try an' fix tha'," he whispered with a smile.

"How-?"

I didn't finish my sentence because the Doctor suddenly pulled away from me and started bouncing around the console. The giddy smile on his face and his sudden behavior reminded me of who he would become in three regenerations. He flipped a switch on the console and music suddenly blared overhead. I looked up in surprise and recognized the song immediately as one of my favorite Beatles songs. I smiled and laughed a little.

The Doctor's eyes softened and he leaned against the console with a sigh. "It's good to see you smile," he said slowly. "After everythin' you've gone through, all I want is for you to smile."

I avoided his remark, still feeling guilty for lying to him. Instead, I said, "I thought you didn't like The Beatles."

"Ah, now I never said tha'," he replied as he walked toward me. "I may not've liked how one o' them was flirtin' with you, but I never said I didn't like 'em."

He stopped right in front of me and held a hand out. "Now, may I have this dance?"

I slowly raised my hand and placed it in his with a smile. "Of course, Doctor."

The Time Lord quickly reached for my other hand and pulled me away from the console. He twirled me around and sang along with each song that played. I fell completely in love with his voice, the deep and rich tones of his singing and the way his accent was only noticeable with certain words. I joined in with him when I knew the words and even sometimes when I didn't.

We danced and sang together for what felt like hours. It was one of the most wonderful times of my entire life. Even though the Doctor didn't know that I hadn't married him yet, it didn't matter in those moments because we were happy and carefree. It occurred to me later that night when I was in my room that he danced with me the way he did with Rose in "The Doctor Dances" and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke up the next morning, I knew it had left Nine behind. It was as if it could sense that it had moved through time. I assumed that it was the effects of my time in vortex and would most likely fade away within a few days.

I walked into the hallway outside my room and knew I was with either Eleven or Twelve. I smiled a little sadly and said a silent farewell to Nine and hoped that he wouldn't be alone for too long. He didn't do well on his own.

I went into the wardrobe to look for a new outfit for myself. I found a pair of denim capris, a loose, black v-neck, and my leather jacket. I brought the clothes into my bathroom with me and took a long, hot shower that helped me to clear my mind of the events of the last few days. I pushed away all thoughts of the Master and my dream of him and instead recalled the wonderful memories of the precious day spent with Nine. Afterwards, I got dressed and quickly dried my hair.

The TARDIS hummed softly when I stepped into the hallway. I started down the right hallway, walking away from the wardrobe and towards the console room. I ran my hand across the wall and sighed. "It's good to be home," I mumbled, letting my hand drop to my side.

About ten yards ahead of me was a white door with the name "Clara" painted across it in red. The door opened as I started to approach it and Clara herself stepped out, her eyes red rimmed. She heard my footsteps and her head snapped up in my direction.

"Oh!" Almost immediately, she ran towards me and flung her arms around my neck. "Oh, Diana. I-I don't... I don't know what to do!"

I lightly ran my hands up and down her back. "What is it?" I asked softly. "Clara, what's wrong?"

"T-The Doctor," she sobbed. "He's changed and... He's just not the same. Diana, he's-"

"Do you mean he regenerated?" I questioned, pulling away enough so that I could look into the woman's eyes.

"Yes. I knew it would happen, but... He was my Doctor. I didn't want him to change. And now he's so different. He's colder, more distanced."

"Oh." I hated to hear Clara say that about the Doctor. I didn't know anything about Twelve because I left home before Eleven had even regenerated. "Clara, I'm sorry."

"I didn't mention it to you earlier because I didn't want you to think I was being stupid. But it's been upsetting me the last few days. He just isn't the same anymore," she sniffled.

I smiled sadly and moved my hands to her shoulders. "Why don't you go back to your room? I know you don't want him to see you like this. Other than that, I... I don't know how to help you."

"Didn't you ever watch him regenerate?"

I nodded. "I've only seen him regenerate once in person, but I've seen all of them on-"

"Your telley in your other universe?" she finished for me. I nodded. "How did you deal with it? Did an incarnation ever come along that you just didn't like as much as the one before him?"

I hesitated, feeling a little unsure of how to answer Clara's question. "Yes," I finally admitted after a long pause. "There was one that I didn't like because he was so different from the one before him. I had fallen so in love with the other one that when he regenerated, I didn't want anything to do with the new him. Which is stupid now that I look back on it because he's still the same man, but... I didn't want him to change."

"Which one did you not like?"

"Remember when three of them were together with the Zygons and everything? The one with the trench coat and the pinstripe suit is the one I didn't like at first."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "I didn't want the one before him to go because I felt so strongly for him. I've always had a special attachment to him. But it's so stupid, isn't it? I shouldn'thave favorites because they're all him, they're all the same man."

"Did you learn to like him? The one with the suit?"

"It took me a long time. I thought I hated him at one point. And he had times when he was dark and it hurt me to see him like that, but... eventually I grew to like him. And now I do like him very much." I smiled and chuckled. "He's funny and brilliant and handsome and so completely alien sometimes, but he's the Doctor and I genuinely do like him."

I paused and sighed. "Clara, he's still the Doctor no matter how different he acts or looks. I know he looks older and he's probably got a completely different personality. But he's still there. It's still him, I promise."

Clara nodded wordlessly and pulled out of my reach. She gestured to her bedroom with a move of her head and smiled partially at me. I nodded in understanding and waited for her to go inside her room before I left.

The TARDIS hummed and flashed her lights a little. "I want to talk to him," I told her as I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "Clara needs some time alone and right now I can't bear to be alone. Not after all that time in the vortex."

She flashed her lights once and I took that to mean that she understood. I found myself walking towards the console room and hoped that the Doctor would be in there. I didn't know much about him but if what Clara said was true, then he was more like his first incarnation then any of his others. I hoped that he wouldn't be cold and distanced with me. Then a thought occurred to me that made me gasp: what if his regeneration made him feel differently about me? Would he still want me around in his new incarnation?

To my disappointment the Doctor was nowhere to be found in the console room, library, his room, or even the swimming pool. I shuffled back to the console room and leaned against the console with a heavy sigh.

"He probably doesn't want to be bothered," I reasoned. "I should just wait for him to find Clara or me."

The TARDIS, in what I assumed was an attempt to cheer me up, started playing music overhead. I thought of the hours I had spent with Nine dancing and singing and smiled. The music playing was different than what I had danced to mere hours ago.

"I love this song!" I exclaimed as a new song started playing. I recognized it from a favorite musical of mine and instantly started singing with it. "I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain

To see for certain what I thought I knew

Far far away, someone was weeping

But the world was sleeping

Any dream will do."

I pushed off of the console and started to sway and move my hands to express myself a little better. I closed my eyes and smiled as I sang, feeling better with each word. "I wore my coat, with golden lining,

Bright colours shining, wonderful and new.

And in the east, the dawn was breaking,

And the world was waking

Any dream will do."

I started walking and moving around a little during the song. "A crash of drums, a flash of light,

My golden coat flew out of sight.

The colours faded into darkness

I was left alone.

May I return to the beginning?

The light is dimming, and the dream is too.

The world and I, we are still waiting,

Still hesitating

Any dream will d- ah!"

I had opened my eyes towards the end of the verse and cried out upon seeing the Doctor in the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face was serious and emotionless. I swallowed nervously and looked down at my feet.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't think I was very loud, but, um, I guess I was... I'll just..." I walked over to the console and tried to make the music stop playing. I didn't know what I was doing and was so flustered that I ended up switching half a dozen switches that weren't supposed to be touched. "Oh gosh, Doctor, I'm so sorry-"

"I'll get it," he said softly, his hands suddenly falling on top of mine. I looked over my shoulder to see that he had come up behind me. "Diana."

"Oh, sorry."

I took a few awkward steps backwards and stood against the railing with my hands clasped in front of my stomach. The Doctor quickly dashed about the console and fixed the problem I had caused, turning the music off in the process. He finally turned to face me and I felt my face erupt into a fiery blush.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble or problems-"

"It's alright."

I glanced into his eyes for a moment and instantly looked away. He seemed so void of emotion and intimidating. I tucked and untucked my hair behind my ears and started to walk towards the doorway.

"You're probably busy. I'll leave you alone if you'd like-"

"You don't have to leave," he interjected.

I stopped and looked back at him. "Are you sure? If you want, I can. I don't mind. I don't want to get in your way."

"You never have before, my dear."

"Oh." I smiled a little and rubbed the back of my neck a little. "Oh, that's... That's good."

We fell into uneasy silence, always looking away if our eyes met. I wanted to say something, but didn't want to accidentally make the tense situation worse. The Doctor cleared his throat after a minute and I looked expectantly at him for a moment until I realized that he didn't plan to speak anytime soon. I looked down at the floor again and signed.

"Clara told me you just regenerated," I suddenly blurted. I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth. "I'm sorry. That was rude."

The Doctor shook his head in disagreement. "No, it's alright. I did recently regenerate."

"Was I there?"

"Yes."

I relaxed a little and sighed in relief. "Good."

For the first time since I saw him in the doorway, he smiled. "Always worried about me," he noted.

"Of course I am. Someone has to."

He seemed to tense up again and I sensed that he was withdrawing from the conversation, from me, and I panicked. I didn't want him to leave just yet and I didn't want him to think that I didn't want to to be around his new self.

"Do you still like me?"

The Doctor stared curiously at me. "What?"

"Clara said that you were... different. Cold. I thought-"

"I did just regenerate," he snapped. "I can't stay an immature child every time I regenerate."

"I didn't mean... I'm not agreeing with her or disagreeing with her. I don't know you yet. I mean, I met you like this once before but I think it was in your future."

"She doesn't understand."

I hated to hear the almost bitter tone of his voice. "I know," I answered softly. "There was a time when when I didn't understand either, though."

"You're different."

"So you don't like her anymore?"

The Doctor sighed and looked away, placing his hands on his waist. "I don't even know who I am yet, Diana. I can't spend my time trying to comfort you stupid little humans when I have much more important things to do."

I felt like I had been slapped. "Oh. I see."

"No." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, you don't. You don't see. You don't understand. I am still trying to figure out who I am because I don't know! Am I really cold and cruel? Is that the kind of man I am?"

He paused when he noticed the poorly hidden hurt expression on my face. "Diana, right now there are many things that I am trying to understand and there are many things that are difficult for me right now. Being open about my feelings, understanding who I am is something I've always had trouble with. But..." He looked at me again and his eyes suddenly softened. "With you, it isn't as difficult. The rest of the world may see me as an angry old man. Or they may see me as a cruel alien with no sympathy or emotion. But I am only ever truly myself with you."

The Doctor pressed his lips together for a moment. "I've regenerated," he added, his Scottish accent growing thicker. "I'm a new man now. I look old enough to be your grandfather."

I titled my head slightly to the side. "I know. Is that a problem?" I asked slowly.

"The way we are together... Well, we're married. Or at least I am. Does it bother you to be with me? Now that I look like this?"

"Of course not. It's never bothered me before and it won't now." I smiled slightly and took a small step forward. "Did you really think I would stop liking you because you look a little older than you have the last few incarnations?"

"Well..."

"Theta, I haven't actually married you yet." I took enough steps forward that I was standing right in front of the Doctor. I smiled up at him and saw a hint of worry in his eyes. "But I know that... Well, I think I have feelings for you. And those feelings haven't changed just because you have."

I reached for his hands, running my thumbs across his wrinkled knuckles with a smile. "I don't care what you look like. I don't care about how young or old you look." I moved one hand to his chest to rest just above his left heart. "I care about what's in here. As long as you're the same Doctor in here, nothing else will ever matter to me."

I looked into his eyes, eyes that looked old and tired, and sighed. He seemed so nervous and worried and I couldn't stand to see him like that anymore. I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. His arms froze in midair and his breath stopped for a moment.

"Whether you have big, daft ears or wrinkles or a goofy chin, it doesn't matter to me. And it shouldn't to you."

Slowly, the Doctor lowered his arms so that they were level with my hips. Then, after another minute of hesitation, his hands rested gently in the curve of my waist. Pleasant shivers ran up my spine as his fingers curled in my shirt.

"I'm not him," he told me. "I can never be him again."

"I know. And that's okay."

He pulled back and searched my eyes with his. "Can you still love me even after what I've done to you and Clara? Even now that I've changed? I'm a far cry from the man I once was."

"Of course I can. I already told you, I don't care about anything as long as you're the same in here," I said softly, placing my right hand over one of his hearts.

The Doctor brought his brows together, his forehead crinkling. I looked into his eyes and squeezed his hand reassuringly. He exhaled lightly and pulled out of my reach to turn and face the console. Quite honestly, I felt a little rejected and immediately crossed my arms over my chest.

"I can't," he whispered. "I can't be who she wants me to be."

"So be yourself," I said as I stepped next to him and grabbed his hand. "Be the Doctor, whoever he is now. Don't be who Clara wants you to be or even who I want you to be."

"But I don't know who the Doctor is anymore."

"I do." He glanced over at me in confusion and I smiled. "You saved the Earth from a Zygon invasion twice. You saved Gallifrey and all the Time Lords from the Daleks. You destroyed the Vervoids and the Axons and kept them from destroying my planet. You've stopped the Master from invading the Earth and from turning me into a science experiment. You defeated the Rani twice." I squeezed his hand and ran my thumb over his fingers. "You're the Doctor.

"I've seen you throughout your entire life," I continued, "seen companions come and go, watched you change. Do you remember when Ian and Barbara forced their way into the TARDIS? You kidnapped them and then considered stranding them in the middle of space. But you didn't. You changed into a better person. They helped you to become who you are today. And I know you've made mistakes, but everybody does. Nobody in this universe is perfect. But that's okay. We all learn from our mistakes and the bad things we've done. We take those experiences and make ourselves better because of them."

The Doctor smiled faintly and squeezed my hand. "Diana Scott," he started with a laugh. "You keep me grounded. I don't know where I'd be without you."

"Neither do I, but you'd probably be having a lot more fun," I teased.

"No," he answered with a shake of his head. "I'd be much more lonely without you and I wouldn't be the Doctor anymore."

I scoffed and waved his comment away. "You have your companions. You don't need me."

"One day," the Time Lord sighed after a few moments, "you'll realize just how wrong you are, love- Love?" he repeated incredulously. "Now where did that come from?"

"I like it."

"Do you?"

I nodded. "Mmm hm. It's nice."

"It doesn't seem appropriate for this body."

I lightly grasped his arm and flashed him a half smile. "I don't care. I think it's nice. But if you don't like it-"

"I do. I've called you that before." The Doctor looked up and down my face and smirked. "It suits you."

We stayed silent for a few minutes after that, my hand on his arm and his eyes gazing down into mine. He reminded me a little of Three in some ways and of One in other ways. Old and grumpy on the outside, but it was just a mask for who he really was. I finally smiled and pulled away.

"I think I know how to cheer Clara up," I said. "Let's take her somewhere. Somewhere she's never been with you. Just you, me, and Clara."

"Where could we take her that would make her less upset with me?"

"Doctor, she's not upset. Just sad and confused." I dashed towards the doorway and gave the Time Lord a thumbs up. "Give me two minutes, okay?"

The Doctor smiled and leaned against the console. "Two minutes."

I nodded and ran out into the hallway in search of Clara's room. Her room was my bedroom, if I remembered correctly, so it was easy to find her. I knocked on the door and called the woman's name.

"Clara? Clara, it's me. Look, I want to show you something. You'll love it, I promise."

There was a cough on the other side of the door and then Clara answered, "Come in."

I grasped the handle and turned it, then stepped through into the room. I paused after one step into the room and looked back over my shoulder. Behind me was Twelve's TARDIS, but in front of me was a white console room that I recognized as Two's after a few moments. I was stuck between two different times and I could only move forward.

"Goodbye, Theta," I whispered sadly before closing closing the door behind me.

Brief A/N: I place Twelve a few days after the first episode of season 8, just in case you were curious.