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Part of me doesn't know what to do. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love writing fanfiction but I will definitely be taking a break from at least uploading after I have finished this story. The last 5 to 6 months have been really full on for me and I want to be able to do the things I want to do without other things getting in the way. I put so much pressure on myself each week to get stuff done. I am working and full-time job hunting. I run three fandom Instagram accounts (two picture edits and one, a backup video edit account). Then I write fanfiction on top of that and I also decided to rewrite my first ever fanfic and upload it to AO3 (the same name if you want to seek me out. Current fic is Merlin but I will ). I need to slow down. I can't do what I want anymore in the same way that I used to.

Sorry about that. Now on with the chapter.


Chapter 17

The Plans

"I know you said that you wanted to keep to my tradition but what do you think about this?"

Twelve turned away from the cards on the table to look behind him at Clara. He was taken aback in the moment. She looked absolutely beautiful in the wedding dress that she had chosen. It took him a few moments to turn back.

"Clara!"

"No just what do you think? I don't want Linda involved and my father just said whatever I thought was best. I am not like you with an army of brothers to ask whether I look okay and I haven't really got that many friends. So what do you think?"

"At the moment I am trying to erase that memory. I want to keep your traditions."

She huffed in frustration. "I will just have to take the gormless look you gave me in the beginning as that you like it."

"Clara, you look beautiful. I was just trying to save it for the day. And I have got a sister now if you want to borrow her."

"So Lady John, the Thirteenth, of Gallifrey. I am glad."

"So am I."

"Did you want to get married on Gallifrey?"

"Clara, I have told you that it is fine. The council will get their wedding in the form of Eleven and River's. Honestly, the further you get down the line, the less important you get. I don't like Gallifrey anyway. I think I will move in with you when we are married. I want to get away from Gallifrey again."

"I do have a reason as to why I want to get married here."

"You don't have to have a reason."

"I want to be married somewhere where I believe my mother will see me. Is that being stupid?"

Twelve turned around again and was glad that she had managed to get changed in the time that they had been talking. He gestured for her to come closer with his head. When she reached him, he pulled her down into his lap and held her close to him.

"There is absolutely nothing stupid about that. If I had a mother, I would want her to see me, wherever I was. I also think that your father is glad that you are getting married here. I suppose something like this is what he has been planning for all your life. The day you get married and handed over to someone else to be in control of."

She hit him lightly on the chest. "I am not a control freak."

"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled. "Plus you are the bride. Everything is your choice. I have fought the council for this joining so I might as well fight for where our wedding is going to be held. I just want you to be happy."

She smiled widely at him. "I am happy. I finally have my Lord of Gallifrey."

He obligated when she cupped his cheek and brought him into the kiss. He could never get over how right it felt just to kiss her. It was one of the best things in the universe for him.

"Now, will you help me with these cards. Apparently, we need to send them ourselves. That was what your father said."

She giggled before she picked up the first card. "I will put the card in if you stick it down and stamp it."

He just smiled up at her as she handed him the card. He loved how they were already acting. He just hoped that he could keep this feeling alight for their whole marriage. He never wanted to lose what he was feeling now.


"You know you said earlier that you want to get away from Gallifrey again," Clara mentioned.

"Yeah."

"Well, I don't want to stay on Endor. I want to see the universe. I want to visit the places that you have told me about. My mother gave me a book when I was younger of 101 places to visit. I have always hoped that I could visit them all and more."

She turned to Twelve when he didn't say anything. He was sitting there, smiling widely at her.

"What? What's that smile for?"

"You are perfect for me. We never have to sit still again if you don't want to. We only have to worry about your father's seat. I have a number of brothers before me and the likelihood I am ever going to become the High Lord of Gallifrey is very unlikely. We don't have to settle in one place."

"I would like to settle down one day."

He looked at her a little weirdly before he got the gist of what she was on about. She was on about them starting a family. For him, it felt a little too soon to be thinking about it. It was only a week ago that he thought that he was never going to get married.

"Just out of curiosity." Clara continued. "If we did have any children, would they have to be called John?"

He opened his mouth to answer but closed it again, not really knowing the answer. Gallifrey had been made as a culture where the council ruled over the people with one family being the High Lord rather than having a King as most colonies had.

"I could see no reason that we couldn't name them differently. I will fight the council if they say otherwise. Or we could just name them what we like. They might just have to be named in public like that." He thought about it a little more. "I actually don't know how it will work if we do keep calling them John."

Clara giggled. "Did I scare you?" She asked. "Just I have always wanted to have a family."

He gave her a smile. "You didn't scare me. It just wasn't something I hadn't thought about yet. I mean I hadn't thought about it yet. But I have wanted the same. I am part of a big family but we have never really been close."

"I think we will have the greatest family ever."

Twelve smiled widely at her, knowing that she was the right choice for him. He would never feel lonely again with her by his side.