Hello, once again, lovely readers. Oh, by the way, I don't own these TV shows. I wish I did so I could eliminate the frustrating sexual tension between Clara and the Doctor-it's not that I don't like Clara, I really do. I just wish the Doctor remembered that he's married... Oh well. Here's my short last chapter and my little teaser of the last story coming up in this time trilogy.
Clara's organizing a daring rescue, and it's the timey-wimeyest of them all! I'm bringing back old enemies but also adding some new Who characters (a certain immortal flirt) and Sherlock characters (who like to have dinner). I'm even adding an entirely new character to the mix, who's in the very end of this chapter. Sonic screwdrivers for anyone who can guess who he is!
Anyway, allons-y-the story definitely will not be completely ready before Saturday, so it will diverge from canon, but I hope you'll like it anyway. It's going to be called, "The Miracles of Hidden Suns"-keep an eye out!
John and Sherlock were waltzing close to each other as the evening drew to a close, and the guests trickled away. Lestrade was seen dragging a man with an umbrella out to a limousine, and Henry and Molly were spotted holding hands and going to a local pub together.
Clara spent an hour searching for River, but her mother had disappeared. With a shrug, she figured that her mother could take care of herself, so she left the party without a word and took the TARDIS to some far reach of the universe.
Donovan noticed, before she left, the same curly-haired woman she'd seen enter the church in the back corner of the outdoor gardens, thoroughly snogging some man in the shadows before laughing and pulling him off somewhere. The mysterious pair broke into a run and escaped together.
Only a few people were left on the dance floor, with some tipsy stragglers and a few longtime couples, and of course the newlyweds. However, Sherlock and John seemed far too wrapped up in each other to notice when a dark-haired woman took the floor with her date.
She crossed her arms in disdain. "I gave them the papers—they're wasting time."
"Give them a break, Clara. They've only been married a few bloody hours, and look how cute they are!" Her dark-haired date ran a few fingers through his messy hair. "I'm sorry I missed the ceremony, though. Shouldn't you be better at driving the TARDIS by now? You've had her, what, three years now?"
"What are you, my mother?" she laughed, segueing into a sloppy waltz. "The TARDIS goes where she wants to, and you know that. Rule 1 of TARDIS flying."
"Which is why you don't let me drive her, you goose." He tweaked her nose. "Thanks for taking me here, dear."
"I figured I owed you one, Mish. But I get to pick the location next time. Have you seen me around?"
"You happen to be right in front of me."
"You know what I mean—younger me."
"She left hours ago. She's all depressed, remember?"
"Oh, she's in for a surprise." She smiled and kept dancing. "It's fun to know the future, isn't it?"