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I am sorry for the rant in my last chapter. Just put what I was feeling at that moment and I needed to get it off of my chest one way or another and for once you guys got it. If anything, I am taking new fanfiction ideas as a positive. So there is more from me for when I get less busy or just have more time to myself where I am trying not to just get enough sleep to function.

Please enjoy this chapter. I didn't really know how to end it so I do hope that the ending is okay.


Chapter 18

The Weddings

Twelve grumbled as he adjusted his collar. He hated the ceremonial robes that he was being made to wear. There was nothing wrong with what he had on before the council caught wind that he wasn't going to be dressed the same as his brothers. It wasn't like he was going to be standing at the front with Eleven. He had chosen Ten for that job. He heard Clara laugh.

"What are you wearing?"

"Reason 10,000 why we are not having a Gallifreyian wedding."

"Duly noted."

"Our ceremonial robes. Which I am hoping that once we are married, I will never have to wear again." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I am never coming back to Gallifrey. I will happily settle on Endor but I am never coming back here."

Clara giggled. "How are we going to do that?"

"I have someone working on that. And as soon as the ceremony is over, I am getting changed." He paused. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Ah, so you did notice."

"Of course. It is a dress I have never seen before and you have coloured in your face."

She scoffed and shook her head. "I was asking for that."

"What?"

She smiled up at him. "Promise me you will never change. Don't promise me anything else. Just never change."

"So did I say something wrong or right?"

She rose on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "You said something that was you. I better find my seat."

"I wish you were sitting next to me. We could get through this awful wedding together. Gallifreyian weddings take forever."

She gave him a small smile before leaving him where he was. He went back to fiddling with his gown, trying to make it feel more comfortable.

"I honestly think you have the better choice."

Twelve looked up at Nine before looking to where Clara had been stopped by Eleven. "I think I lucked out."

"I suppose she is also the reason why you asked me to do what you asked."

"She wants to travel and I have sat still for the council. I am marrying now and once I am married, then they won't have a hold over me. I am the twelfth in line. I doubt I will get to be the High Lord of Gallifrey. I might as well enjoy the rest of my life."

"Good." Nine said as he handed him a key. "I tried not scratch the paint but you might want to touch it up. I have done exactly as you have asked. The council won't know where you are and you can enter it. I do mean when I say you should be happy Twelve. You have put up a lot because of Eleven and Ten hasn't been the most helpful."

"But so do you Nine. Please tell me you have someone."

Nine smiled at him. "Oh, I do have someone. It is why I am doing the same as you. Escaping the council to be with them."


Twelve bounced around as he tried to get his nerves in check. He fiddled with the key that Nine had given him and he really hoped that Clara would like the surprise. He had already driven the TARDIS to Endor. He just needed to show Clara and tell her that it was their ticket out of here. He pocketed the key, scared that he was going to end up losing it.

As the music changed, he took a deep breath before he turned to look at her. She really did look beautiful. It was weird how he had got here though. The woman walking down the aisle wasn't the woman that was meant to be his wife. She was supposed to be his sister-in-law. He could only smile about how things had managed to work out for the better. He was having the simple wedding, marrying someone that he was sure loved him. Eleven was more suited to the big wedding he had.

He knew that he would have to thank the stars for the opportunity to have things this way. He wasn't totally sure but he felt like he had done something extremely right for the universe to give her to him. He smiled widely at her as she took the place by his side and the priest started the ceremony.


"I said no peeking." Twelve said as he tapped her hands away from her face.

"For future reference, I hate surprises. Just tell me where you are taking me."

"That would ruin the surprise. Not much further now."

"Basil, please."

He stopped her and stood behind her before he untied the blindfold and let it fall from her eyes. He would have loved to see her expression but the gasp that she gave was enough to let him know that she loved it. She took a few steps forward and brushed the outside of the TARDIS with her fingertips. She walked all the way around it.

"I thought that they were a myth."

"The council doesn't like us using them. As you can see, mine got stuck as a police phone box. I think I may have spent a little too long in 1960s England."

"So they do go anywhere in time and space."

"Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. TARDIS. One's granddaughter came up with the name when she was young. But that isn't the best part." He took the key out of his pocket and pushed it into the lock. He turned the key and pushed open the door. "This is the best part."

He watched as Clara's eyes inflated. He waited for those words.

"It's smaller on the outside."

He frowned at her. "Most people, actually everyone I have ever shown it to, say it is bigger on the inside."

"Sorry, do you want me to do it again?"

"No." He said before he took a step inside. It felt like home. "So Clara Oswald, where do you want to go?"

"I have you know it is Clara Smith now." She paused for a moment as she walked to the central console. "I want to go everywhere."

They just stoothereir smiling at each other, knowing that the next part of their lives, together, was going to be amazing.