Ok I lied. Again. But I am going away this week, so no more updates for a few days. I just thought it was mean to leave you hanging. The absolute latest I will update again is Friday.

The Doctor was alone. He wasn't good when he was alone. A few moments ago, he had been in a room with his friends. They were in danger, but they were alive. Now two were probably dead and the other two were about to end the world. He started. He revisited what he had just thought. Probably dead. Probably! There was still hope. He ran back to the TARDIS and started to dance around the console.

"Please let them be alive" he muttered as sparks flew off the console. "c'mon, I know it's a short hop, but you have to try!" a final explosion

"Yes!"

The pain was slowly fading from Clara, and she was grateful. She knew she was dying. At least she would spend her last moments with the man she loved. She could hear his ragged breathing next to her and wondered who would be the first to go. She could hear the TARDIS's familiar noise in her head. She was probably hallucinating something familiar to comfort her dying body. She frowned. There was a light. Not the light in the distance sort of light. The light was all around her. A wonderfully familiar interior began to materialise around her. We're going to be ok she thought as she finally succumbed to the black.

The Doctor saw Clara and John fade onto the TARDIS floor.
"Oh God" he whispered as he took in their broken bodies. He summoned all his time lord strength and gently lifted them both and carried them into the medibay. He lightly placed both their bodies on the beds and noticed that, even though they were both in a coma, they were still holding hands. The Doctor tensed and held his hands over the pair. Gold streams of light streaked from his body and onto the pair. He watched as bones realigned, bruises faded and cuts closed. Clara was the first to wake. Her eyes fluttered and she looked straight at him. She still slightly glowed.

"You used your regeneration energy on me, you twit!"

"It's ok Clara. It's only the fatal injuries that take a life away. If fixed separately, your injuries weren't life threating in the slightest."

She opened her moth to argue, but just then John groaned. She flipped over and was by his side in a heartbeat.

"John, John, are you ok?"

"Yeah, m'fine" he mumbled

"ok" she said "so it's ok if I do this" she slapped him hard around the face. He recoiled. She was shouting.

"You stupid- you idiot- jumping after me- you could have died!"

"So could you!" he managed to splutter out

"you stupid idiot!" she cried and suddenly threw herself at the poor doctor and kissed him full on the mouth. John looked shocked for a second and then replied in kind.

"I love you, my stupid idiot" she mumbled between breaths.

"The feelings mutual" he mumbled back.

But don't forget Molly and Sherlock are still in a lot of trouble! Please review! Also, totally not related to the story, but here is a fanfiction, which I absolutely love. It is a really great one, so do read it. .