A/N: So I know it's been a while and that this chapter is really freaking short, but I lost all inspiration for a while and only just got it back after the latest episode. (Of which we will not speak.) This is basically just a prelude to the next chapter and it's not my best work, but I knew I needed to get this out as soon as possible.

My rage was so blinding that when I turned to stalk towards the Doctor, I didn't notice the fact that everything around me was fading fast. All I could think and feel was hurt and betrayal because of the fact that I'd been tricked into leaving the man I loved behind. My hand balled into a fist at my side as the console room suddenly spun around me, orange and coral colors swirling together and then pulling apart to form a new console room bathed in dark blue and silver and black. But the changes barely even registered with me as I continued forward towards the man leaning against the console with his back to me.

The man suddenly turned around and revealed the Doctor, older and silver-haired, looking uneasily at me. "Diana?" he asked hesitantly.

A split second later, my fist slammed into the Time Lord's face and he fell back against the console with a shout. "You bastard," I snarled, leaning over the Doctor as he cradled his face in his hand. "How dare you."

"Diana!" he cried, his expression a mix of confusion, pain, and worry.

"How dare you," I repeated as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face closer to mine.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "Diana, I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"You think apologizing is going to make up for what you just did?" I shouted.

I released the Doctor's collar and took a step back, staring angrily at him as he peeled himself off of the console. He rubbed gently at his already bruising cheek and grimaced. I shook my head and turned away, not wanting the Time Lord to see the angry tears already brimming in my eyes.

"How could you do that?" I asked. "How could you do that to me?"

"Diana, I'm sorry. I had no idea that you were pregnant."

I immediately whirled around to stare incredulously at the Doctor. "What?"

The Doctor's eyes went wide as soon as he saw the incredibly confused look on my face. "Oh," he muttered. "Ah, never mind. Wrong mistake. Which- er, which mistake are you angry about?"

"The one where you lied to me and forced me to abandon you in a parallel universe," I snapped.

"Oh."

"Yeah. 'Oh.' "

"Please," the Time Lord sighed, "let me explain-"

"You knew. You knew I wouldn't leave that beach without him and you tricked me. You lied to me."

"Diana-"

"I'm not finished!" I hissed. "Don't try and explain your way out of this. Don't say it was for my own good or that you were just trying to protect me or look after me. You did it because you were selfish and you weren't willing to do what I wanted- what I needed. I couldn't just abandon him, but you made me! How is that okay?"

"I did what I had to," the Doctor said lowly as he avoided my questioning gaze.

"No, you did what you thought you had to do. We could have let him stay on the TARDIS. Or brought him to Torchwood or UNIT. But no, you had to be the self righteous Time Lord that you always are."

"I did what he wanted. Yes, I lied to you. Yes, I tricked you. But I also gave him what he wanted, what he and I both wanted."

"And what was that?" I asked.

"For you to live your life free of any guilt or worry you might feel for him."

"Did you think I would love him more than I would love you?" I wondered, eagerly searching the Doctor's eyes for any hint of jealousy. "Because I wouldn't have. I would have loved you both equally."

The Doctor nodded. "I know. That's not why he wanted to stay. We all knew, even Donna knew, that you would never lead a normal life with him living in the same universe."

"No, you don't know that!" I exclaimed.

"Diana, I've known you for nearly my entire life. I know exactly how you think, how you feel. And so did he. I didn't decide to leave him there because I was jealous and he didn't decide to stay because he didn't want to be with you. He loved you and he didn't want to give you up, but he did because he knew it was the right thing. He knew it was the best thing he could do for you."

I shook my head again, my lower lip trembling as I held back the tears welling in my eyes. They were angry, frustrated tears that wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. The more I thought about what had happened, the more the tears stung in my eyes until they finally began to spill down my cheeks. Immediately, I spun around so my back was facing the Doctor; I didn't want him to see me cry, even though it was already too late.

"Diana," the Doctor breathed, his fingertips brushing against my shoulder, "please-"

"Don't." I wrapped my arms around my torso, closing myself off to him as I shied away from his touch. "Just don't."

"You can be angry with me all you want," he suddenly snapped, "but not at him, or at Donna."

Donna, I repeated mentally. He did it, didn't he?

At my silence, the Doctor anxiously said my name. "What is it? Please, will you at least tell me what you're thinking?"

"You took her memories, didn't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. I knew what he'd done.

The Doctor sighed. "I had to. She would have died."

"She begged you not to- to take her memories," I said. "She begged you and you still did it. You forced yourself into her mind and you killed her."

"I didn't kill her. I saved her."

I whirled around to face the Doctor again. "No. You took away the best part of her. She was better with you! You made her better! And she made you better. And then when it mattered most, you took that away from her so she was left with nothing but selfishness and shallowness. You killed who she was and forced her to be the person that she hated. She was the most important woman in the whole universe and when she asked you to let her die, you ignored her!"

The Doctor suddenly stepped towards me, his eyes flashing angrily as he loomed over me. "I couldn't loose my best friend! I'd just lost you and Rose, I couldn't loose her too!"

"Is it better to know that she's still alive but that you mean nothing to her?" I snapped. "She may as well be dead because I can never see her again. I can never tell her how brilliant she is. How wonderful and beautiful and important she is. She'll never know how magnificent she is. You took that from her."

"Because she was dying, Diana. I saved her and I will stand by my choice until my last breath. I'd rather she be alive and never give me a second thought than to have her blood on my hands."

"But she was your friend!" I shouted, the few tears I had been able to hold back finally spilling over my cheeks again. "She was our friend and she wanted to stay with you and you took away what made her good! And you lied to me. You lied to Rose. You gave me hope and then you took it away and now he's never going to see me or Naya or Susan or Hope or Josephine ever again and I-." I broke off mid sentence as my words turned into a desperate sob.

My legs wobbled slightly as I began sobbing and I stumbled backwards a few steps until my back bumped against the metal railing along the edge of the platform. My right hand flew out to grab the railing and steady myself while my other hand cupped my mouth as I continued to cry. The Doctor, whose eyes had turned red and watery, stepped forward and gently brushed his fingers against my hand. I loosened my grip on the railing as he tugged my hand away from the railing and then slowly pulled me towards him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.

I resisted his embrace at first, wanting only to be alone and to cry without him there to watch. But then an image of the metacrisis Doctor, smiling down at me while we stood together on Bad Wolf Bay, appeared in my mind and I let out another sob. I buried my head in the Time Lord's chest as my body shook with the strength of my crying.

"I know," the Doctor said. "I'm sorry." He gently cradled my head in one of his hands as I continued crying into his chest. "I'm sorry."

Don't stay, I thought desperately, tears streaking across my cheeks as the Doctor and I kissed. Please, God, don't stay. Don't stay. Come back with me. Stay with me. Please, I love you. Just come with me. Stay with me. Please.

The Doctor suddenly pulled away and looked down at me, his eyes red and filled with tears. He smiled sadly and pressed a kiss to my forehead before suddenly pushing me away from him. As I stumbled back, the Doctor and the beach we had been standing on began to fade away.

"Goodbye," he said as he hung his head in shame.

I screamed and cried and fought against invisible hands keeping me from running back to the Doctor. Then I was hurtling through a kaleidoscope of colors, all of space and time racing past me as I cried into the emptiness of the vortex.

When I finally woke up, I could feel a slight dampness on my face. Tears. I had barely started wiping the already drying tears from my face when I was suddenly overcome with a wave of confusion. Was I in my bedroom? The last thing I could remember was punching the Doctor in the face and our fight, then collapsing in his arms as I cried. Had I fallen asleep?

The TARDIS whirred softly overhead, making me glance up at the ceiling in mild confusion. Something buzzed from its spot on my bedside table and when I turned, I saw that it was my cell phone. I grabbed it and unlocked the screen to find that the TARDIS had sent me a message.

"The Doctor is in the library. He felt too guilty to wait for you to wake up."

"What's he doing in the library?" I asked, my voice thick and rough.

My phone vibrated in my hands, signaling that I had received another message. "He's feeling nostalgic," was the only answer I got from the ship.

I wasn't feeling very talkative, especially after my dream and the events that had inspired it, so I didn't bother replying to the TARDIS again. Instead I lay back in bed and stared silently at the ceiling. Tears were still fresh on my cheeks and the dream was still fresh in my mind as I turned onto my side, curling into a ball with the covers wrapped around me.

My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it. I didn't want the TARDIS asking if I was alright because I wasn't. At all. I felt like my heart had been ripped out and torn apart. I felt betrayed and hurt and unbelievably sad. I wanted to cry for a week and scream at the Doctor for lying to me and tear the universe apart to get back to the metacrisis Doctor, but I could barely move. I had no way back to him, I suddenly realized. My dimension canon had been destroyed and I could never see the Doctor again, and he could never see me again either.

The weight of that realization had started to sink in before I had fallen asleep, but laying in bed with only my thoughts as company meant that I could focus on nothing else. My eyes welled with tears immediately as I let out a strangled sob and buried my face in my comforter. Within a matter of seconds, I was crying so violently that my entire body was shaking and I was sobbing loud enough that not even my blankets could stifle the sound.

Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours passed, as I sobbed relentlessly into the covers. Then, suddenly, my bedroom door opened and somebody ran across the room to fall to their knees in front of me. I immediately turned my head away so they wouldn't see my face as I tried to stop crying. A hand rested on my arm and small, slender fingers rubbed comfortingly on my skin.

"Diana?" It was Clara. "Diana, what happened?"

I shook my head and felt my body shudder as I tried to hold back the sobs building up in my chest. It was impossible to speak because I knew if I opened my mouth, I would only break down again.

"What did he do? Diana, talk to me. Is this what happened on the moon or is it something else?"

I whimpered softly, my bottom lip trembling as I turned my head towards Clara. I caught a mere glimpse of her worried face before I buried my head in my arms and began crying again. Clara seemed to understand that I wouldn't be able to speak anytime soon, so she placed her free hand on the back of my head and gently kissed the crown of my head as I continued crying.

"Shh," she breathed. "Hey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay."

When my tears were finally spent, Clara asked again if I was okay. Taking a few moments to recover from my breakdown in front of the other woman, I suddenly pushed myself up into a sitting position. Clara leaned back in surprise as I wiped the already drying tears from my cheeks.

"Diana?" Clara asked uncertainly.

I stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at Clara and acknowledge the fact that I had broken down in front of her. Instead I ran my fingers through my hair and finished drying my eyes. "I'm fine," I said lowly, my voice cracking just slightly.

Clara sighed. "Diana-"

"I'm fine," I repeated.

"No you're not. I know that voice. You're not okay."

Of course, she was right but I wasn't going to say that. "Where were you? Earlier?" I asked.

Clara sighed again and stood up, brushing off her knees. "I only just got here a few minutes before I came looking for you. The Doctor told me I should come and find you. He said you might need me." She paused for a moment as she looked curiously at me. "Why didn't he come himself?"

"He felt guilty," I answered, echoing the TARDIS's earlier words to Clara.

"About what? The moon?"

"What about the moon?" I asked as I glanced at the school teacher.

Clara suddenly shook her head, her eyes wide and her face somewhat panic stricken. "Nothing," she said quickly. "Never mind. Spoilers."

Rifling through the blankets and comforter, I found my cell phone and tucked it into the back pocket of my jeans. I quickly tossed the covers back into some form of order before turning and starting towards the bedroom door. Clara hurried after me as I stepped out into the hallway.

"Diana, wait," she said as she gently put a hand on my shoulder. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going to look for him," I said. "I don't want to see him right now."

"But… I thought you were going to get ready."

"Ready?" I echoed in confusion.

Clara furrowed her brows in confusion. "Well, he told you, didn't he?"

I shook my head slowly as I looked curiously at Clara. "Tell me what?" I wondered.

Clara chewed nervously on her thumbnail. "Aren't you going to get ready for our last hurrah?" she asked.

"Last hurrah? What do you mean?"

Glancing away from me with a saddened expression, Clara said, "It's over. Me and the Doctor… We're done."

"What do you mean, you're done?" I asked. "You don't mean… done, do you?"

"I'm sorry," she answered softly. "It's not you. I don't want to leave the Doctor and I absolutely don't want to leave you. You're one of the best friends I've ever had. It's just… I can't do this anymore. The way the Doctor is now, I just can't do it."

"You're leaving?"

Clara nodded. "Yes. This trip, it's meant our last. Our final adventure. I-I could never end things with the Doctor on a slammed door. It wouldn't feel right."

"But… I don't understand. Why? I thought you fancied him."

"I did- I still do, a bit. I love you both," Clara added with a sad smile. "But after what happened last time… I thought I hated him for a long time. I don't, of course, but I can't just forget what happened."

"What did he do?"

Clara shook her head. "You know I can't tell you," she said. "I'm sorry."

"I know," I sighed as I nodded in understanding. "Spoilers. Again."

Flashing me her sad smile once more, Clara began chewing on her thumbnail again. She glanced at me over her hand and said, "Come on. We should be getting ready."

"I'm coming too?"

"Of course you are. I'm not leaving without saying goodbye to you, Diana. You mean just as much to me as the Doctor does. Besides, how will I know what to wear without your advice?" she asked, her once sad smile now genuine and teasing.

Still reeling from the shock of Clara's apparent goodbye and the events that had taken place with the metacrisis Doctor less than a day ago, I nodded mutely and let Clara guide me to the wardrobe. She immediately began sorting through dresses, looking for a specific design as she talked incessantly about something that had happened at Coal Hill a few days ago.

She's not really leaving, is she? I asked myself. She can't be.

A/N: Reviews are your friends and my motivation.