Rating: K+

Word Count: 1,252

Summary: Clara's perfect life had been torn apart in a matter of seconds. The Doctor couldn't leave Clara alone in her state, but will she let him help her pick up the pieces?

Notes: The last chapter took a ridiculous amount of time to publish, so here's a cute little epilogue for you guys! Thank you to everyone who followed, favourited and reviewed this story, it's been an absolute joy to write!

One of Clara's hands held Ellie's, and the other held a small garment bag. She looked over Ellie towards the Doctor and smiled as they walked up to the theatre.

"Why don't you go get our seats and I'll bring Ellie backstage." Clara suggested once they got to the door.

The Doctor nodded and kneeled to hug the four-year-old girl. "You're going to be fantastic sweetheart! I'll see you after the show, okay?"

Ellie nodded and hugged the Doctor tight. "Okay daddy."

The Doctor stood again and handed Clara her ticket. "I'll see you in there?"

She nodded and took his hand. "Find our seats, I'm just going to help her get ready." Clara kissed him quickly before walking into the theatre. "Alright, off to the stage door!"

Clara led a very quiet Ellie over to the stage door. The two checked in and walked towards the dressing room. Ever since Clara was a little girl, she loved dancing. After her mother passed, she stopped, but she wanted her daughter to feel the same joy as she did on stage. Ellie loved her ballet class; she made friends and enjoyed her Saturday mornings at the studio. This would be her first year-end show, and Clara couldn't be more proud of her daughter.

Ellie sat on a stool in front of a row of vanity mirrors as Clara hung up her costume and opened her dance bag. "You're awfully quiet today, is there something wrong?"

Ellie shrugged and looked down at the floor. "I don't know."

Clara could tell something was up. Ellie never acted like this, she was always such a bright, happy little girl. She kneeled so she could look her daughter in the eyes and frowned. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

"What if I mess up?"

Clara smiled and hugged her daughter. Stage fright. She'd gone through the same thing before her first show. "Oh Ellie, you won't mess up! You're going to be beautiful."

"But mummy, what if I do?"

"You won't, I know you won't. We practiced this morning, you know it inside and out, and you looked perfect."

"Okay." Ellie said with a smile. Clara kissed the girl's cheek and stood beside her, hair supplies ready. She brushed through her hair, straightening out all the knots before bringing it into a tight ponytail. She smoothed down all the flyaway hairs with some hairspray and braided the ponytail, twisting it into a perfect little bun.

"A beautiful bun for a beautiful little ballerina." She told her daughter. "You know, I was nervous before my first show too."

"Really?"

Clara nodded. "I was shaking with nerves. I told my mum I didn't want to go. She said I didn't have to do it the next year if I didn't want to, but I'd made a commitment this year, and I had to finish the year. So I did, I went on stage, and I had so much fun, I couldn't wait to do it again."

"I thought you never got scared."

"Oh baby, I've been scared more times than I could tell you. The night I found out I was pregnant with you, I was more scared than I'd ever been in my entire life. Your father, your biological father wasn't there, but daddy was. Then when you were born, I had this beautiful little girl in my arms, a little girl who was counting on me to be strong for her. It's okay to be scared, scared is great! I know you're going to go out there and be amazing."

Ellie hopped out of the chair and hugged her mother tightly. "Thank you mummy!"

"You're welcome sweetheart! Now what do you say we finish getting you ready?"

Clara helped Ellie put some lip gloss on, then put on her pink ballet tights, slippers and tutu. She walked her over to the rehearsal hall, hugged her, and went back into the theatre to find the Doctor and… her dad.

"Dad! What are you doing here?" Clara asked, hugging him.

"The Doctor thought it would be a nice surprise! Your mother would have loved to be here to see this."

Clara smiled sadly as she sat down and took the Doctor's hand. "I know, I wish she could've been here to see this too. Her and Daniel. But we're here for her, and I couldn't be happier." She said as she looked up at her husband. The Doctor kissed her cheek as he settled into his seat.

"You were back there for an awfully long time, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just a little case of stage fright." Clara went silent as the house lights went down signifying the beginning of the show. The numbers moved, and the crowed clapped as the dancers finished their routines. Finally, Ellie's class was on stage. A collective "aww" broke out as the five little girls entered in their tutus. Clara held onto the Doctor's hand as she watched Ellie perform. A wide smile was on their faces, and Clara couldn't have been happier. They clapped as the girls curtsied and walked off the stage, and Clara couldn't wait until after the show to see Ellie.

The rest of the show went smoothly, and they gave a standing ovation during the finale. As everyone was filing out of the theatre, Clara went to pick up Ellie.

"Mummy!" She heard as she entered the dressing room.

"Ellie! Darling you were beautiful!"

"I know mummy, I was wonderful." Clara laughed as she and Ellie went to find her teacher. She took pictures with her teacher and some of her friends backstage, then went to go find the rest of her little family.

"Ellie!" The Doctor and Dave called as she ran towards them. Dave gave her a small bouquet of roses, as did the Doctor as she shared hugs with both men.

"Grandad! I didn't know you were coming."

"I had to surprise you, what sort of grandfather would I be if I didn't surprise you every once and a while?"

"Ellie, tell them what you told me in the dressing room."

"I was wonderful!" Ellie told her dad and grandfather proudly.

The Doctor picked her up and held her close. "You were wonderful! Why don't we go home and have some cake?"

Ellie's eyes lit up as the four of them walked out of the theatre and into the car. But as they were pulling into the driveway, Clara looked over into the back seat and saw Ellie fast asleep. "Oh, I think our little ballerina is all tuckered out."

The Doctor looked back at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. "So she is. The cake might have to wait until tomorrow then."

"Oh, I think maybe we can have a slice tonight in celebration." Clara took the Doctor's hand after he turned off the car and placed it on her belly.

"What, are you hungry or something?"

"No! I mean, yes, but think about it. Think about what I'm telling you."

"…That you want cake?"

"That too, but Doctor… the little one would like some cake too."

"Little one…? LITTLE ONE!" The Doctor's face broke out into a wide smile. "Clara, you don't mean… no, I didn't know it was possible… Clara, are you really? Are we…?"

"Yes!" Clara smiled as the Doctor rushed forward to hug her.

"Oh my god, Clara I love you so much!"

"I love you too Doctor! Now let's get the first little one to bed and we can celebrate properly."

A/N: Little story for you guys. I was a little dancer myself, and I danced for some friends of the family because my mom danced in the company as well. So anyways, my first year end revue, my mom was working back stage, and I came of the stage and said to her "Mom, I was wonderful." And like stalked off to the dressing room. So yeah, I thought that was a fun touch.