Hey, I'm sorry this took so long to publish. Thank you for your patience. I've just started quite a change in my life, and I needed some time to settle in. Enjoy :)

She stood in the graveyard, populated by the technologically enhanced dead. It was a chilled, foggy morning, and the white lighting from the blank sky cast everything into cold highlight or dark shadow. Black and white, nearly void of color. If only it could be that simple…

"Are you the one who brought me here?"

"Affirmative."

"So you know who I am, right?"

"You are not the Doctor."

"Of course I'm not the Doctor. I was lying to stay alive. But how do I know so much about him?"

"You are his associate."

"No, I'm not. I'm not his associate. I'm his best friend. Right now, his best friend, anywhere in the universe. Have you got any sort of Cyber-Internet in there because, really, you should look it up. Look what happens to you if you harm me."

"I know exactly what happens if I harm you. I have so many times, Clara, and you don't even know."

She stared at the cyberman in confusion. It used her name, and its words were remorseful…but its voice was as monotonous as ever.

"You've died thousands of times because of me, because of what I chose to stand for." The lid begins to lift, slowly. "You are my friend Clara, but you of all people know that I've had so many friends."

Malice crept into the cyberman's last words, and the face plate was revealed. The Eleventh Doctor's face, her Doctor's face, was a decaying rush of gray and blue flesh. His features sagged and puffed until he was almost unrecognizable, his once boyish face now grotesque and repulsive.

"D-Doctor, how—"

"CLARA YOU LEFT ME!" His face contorted into one of obvious grief and despair…and betrayal. "You LEFT ME. I thought I could have counted on you of all people to see me through my regeneration and you were BLINDED by your own, selfish, needy, picture-perfect, humany recreational desires! I showed you ME and you didn't ACCEPT me."

"Doctor I didn't mean—"

He began to raise his right arm, his face now twisted with rage. "Now, Clara Oswin Oswald, what kind of a friend," he spat, "is that!?"

She heard his arm firing up in an electronic whirr, but couldn't bring herself to jump to the side.

"Betrayal. You betrayed both of ME and ALL of ME, as well as one of your own kind! And that, Ms. Oswald," his face suddenly erupted in a blinding orange and yellow blaze, his features now on fire and burning away. The Twelfth Doctor's face, untampered, looked down at her from within the cyber-suite. "…is exactly what you deserve."

She felt her heart catch in her chest as she saw the arm-laser power up, knowing it would blast her into smithereens but not caring because she could not deny that his words were true. She deserved this. She really, truly—

A bright light flashed in her vision, and she opened her eyes. Sunlight striped her bed in a calm, uneven pattern. The air had turned on in her flat, slightly disturbing the blinds and causing the morning rays to fall across her face.