Well here we are.
You and me.
On the last chapter.
Goodness, it feels rather bittersweet. I really hope you enjoy the ending, because I was a bit on the fence about how it should end, me being terrible at conclusions and all.
But it's done. Phew. That's a load off my shoulders.
Also, pretty soon, (like in the next week or so) I will be uploading a Whouffle!Spy AU which I think will be fun, so make sure to check it out.
Okay, Sage out.
He woke up. It was like someone had just dumped a bucket of water over him, and he was disoriented at first, confused as to where he was. He swiped at his face, dislodging the electrodes stuck to his skin, and sat up, the white hospital blankets covering him pooling to the floor. He was in a hospital gown, and his feet were bare as he set them on the ground.
As soon as he got a good look around at the dark room, he knew something was terribly wrong. Truthfully, he'd known as soon as he woke to the stench of blood, that this wasn't going to be easy. The lights were out, and he had to squint in the darkness. Their beds were the only furniture still standing, and there was only four beds left. Him, Rose, Rory, and the other Doctor. He only wondered for a moment why all the others weren't there, before realizing that they were probably just images, ghosts, feeble representations of their imaginations.
He avoids the broken glass as he walks, and finds the first body in the doorway. It's a young woman, her black hair contrasting oddly with the white floors. Her mouth is open in a silent scream, and her eyes are blank. Clara. He automatically thinks, and sprints off.
He runs into the TARDIS. Even so, it makes him crash back to the floor, although it doesn't do any real damage to his head. "Sexy!" he cries in joy, tugging on the handles. She must have flown away to escape the damage, and come back for him. He quickly enters, and breaths in relief to see that the counsel is undamaged. Now, time for sensible clothes.
With a bowtie securely around his neck and a fez on his head he returns to the room where he was sleeping, intent on waking the others up. As soon as he come in however, Rory awakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open.
"Mr. Pond!" the Doctor exclaims, throwing his arms around the other man in a friendly hug. Rory seems just as confused as he was at first, but the Doctor quickly moves on to Rose, peering at the machines by her head. He quickly figures out how to wake her up safely, it's not hard, there's a large button stating that purpose. She wakes, and he moves on to his clone.
"What the hell?" Rose asks, but he waves his hand at her.
"No time to explain. Short version: I'm the Doctor, just different face. Come along!" he gestures impatiently at her, and the other Doctor glares. "Oh shut up duplicate me." He rolls his eyes, "We have no time to lose."
"Are Amy and Clara here?" Rory asks, and the Doctor knows he's seen the dead woman too. He doesn't answer the other man, just gestures. "Down here." He says, "I have the TARDIS. Also," he whirled around, looking Rose in the eye. "My first word to you was run Rose Tyler, if you're still doubting me."
Amy's face felt odd. Perhaps it was because she was smiling, she realized, her lips stretched into the first true smile since she had been sitting underneath the sun, the Doctor's back firmly pressed against hers and Rory's elbow on her knee. Her muscles felt used up, but she was smiling, and it felt good.
They didn't speak, they didn't want to attract attentions to themselves. The Master would already be in a bad enough mood. Still, they looked at themselves with hope in their hearts for the first time in a long time, and it felt nice.
"Oswald girl!" He snarled, and he came into their small room, dragging Clara to her feet by her arm. "If you know what's good for you, you'll come quietly."
"No." she said, firmly. "Never again." His fist cracked across her already swollen shut eye, but she just smiled. "He's coming, and when he does, you'll pay." His hand went around her throat then, and he squeezed cutting off her air. She struggled for a moment, before the sound echoed through out the entire ship.
The sound of the TARDIS.
"I was able to put a lock on Clara and Amy!" the Doctor joyously cries, peering at the screen.
"We were." His tenth duplicate automatically corrects, and the Doctor rolls his eyes.
"Alright, we were. They're on a space ship. They're alive!" he grins at Rory. "We can get to them!" he moves around pressing buttons and flipping switches. "And," he murmured to the silent air, "Whoever took them is going to pay."
"Screw you." Amy said, and slammed her fist into the Master's face. He howled in pain, and the ginger woman pulled Clara to her feet, she was still gasping for air.
"No!" the Master howled, and he seized Clara, pulling her backwards, a knife pressed against her throat. "You do that again, human filth, and she dies!" he began to pull Clara backwards out the door. She could only pant, her mind still recovering from the brief suffocation.
"Doctor, come on!" Rory pulled at his sleeve.
"One moment." The Doctor smoothed down his hair, and adjusted his bow tie. "Final checks."
"Since when?" Rory calls and he's already out the door.
Amy is stunned speechless, and she starts to go after the Master and Clara, but Jack grabs her arm and holds her back. "No," he tells her, "if you go after her he's gonna shoot her."
"Amy?" Rory. She turns around, and he's standing there, stupid face and all. She knows she looks like a right mess, the Master beat them on the face last night, and it's purple and swelling in places. Still, her mouth stretches into a grin and she flings herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder.
"Rory!" she cries, and she's sobbing, because it's been so horrible without him, and now he's here, and she can't hold in the sobs resounding throughout her whole body. "You found me."
"I will always find you." He murmurs into her hair.
She kicks him in the crotch. It isn't hard, all she has to do is lift her leg backwards and aim. She does it as hard as she can and he howls in pain, releasing her, but slashing her arm open. The blood flows down, and she grips the knife, raising it over her head, prepared to end this.
She hesitates. It's all he needs, he kicks at her legs and she goes down, hitting the floor with a thud. She tries to recover but it's to late, he's on top of her in a second, pressing the blade of the knife he holds to her throat. She shakes slightly, in fear of what's risen in his eyes.
"You've been a very bad girl." He whispers, "I think it's time I punish you properly.."
"Go to hell." She snarls, and throws him off of her with a strength she didn't know she had. He's back on top of her before she can run however, and the knife is digging into her throat as his arms caress her.
"Leave me alone!"she shrieks feebly, the strength leaving her.
"Never. You're my Impossible Girl," he snarls, "And I will always find you." Someone else rips him from her, and she screams, cowering down, folding in on herself. Someone else is here to hurt her.
"Clara!" his voice says, "It's me Clara. Come on, come on, you have to believe me." She can faintly see his outline as he crouches in front of her. "It's me."
"Doc…tor?" she whispers, raising her eyes, and he's there, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She's sobbing all the sudden, crying her eyes out into his shoulder, her face buried deeply in the tweed. She can't stop shaking, and he's there, he's always been there.
He detaches himself from her, picking up the knife and holding it to the Master's head. "I should have killed you." He says, "A long time ago."
"No!" She's surprised to hear herself cry out, she was just about to do the same thing. "We can't be like him." She says, picking herself up off the floor, and moving over to the Doctor, placing her palm against his arm. "It's over." The Doctor sighs, letting the knife slide to the floor and turning back to Clara, he pulls her into his arms once more.
"It's never over." The Master practically whimpers. Clara looks over, and sees that Jack is literally sitting on top of him, his gun pressed to the Master's temple. Where he got a gun she doesn't even know, but doesn't question it.
"Really mate?" Rory asks him, and she sees with a smile that his arm is around Amy.
"You might as well tell him already." The Master laughs, and Jack knocks him out with the hilt of his gun. The Doctor frowns slightly in disapproval, but looks down at Clara.
"What does he mean?" he asks her. In response, she lifts his hands and places them over her hearts.
Two years later
"Emergency! You're my boyfriend." She says as soon as he picks up the phone. He sighs.
"Clara, it's a little late for that. We're already married." He explains it to her slowly, as if she doesn't know that already.
"I know that." She sighs, "But my Dad doesn't. Nor does any of my family. I need you to come to Christmas dinner and be my boyfriend for one night."
"Can I be your husband afterwards?"
"Sure whatever." She flaps her hands. "Where are you anyways? You were supposed to come back for dinner last night after taking Amy out for lunch."
"A bit of a run it with a Dalek," he explains, and it's her turn to sigh.
"Why am I not surprised?" She asks the air. "Be over in five?"
"Five, or fifteen, or five hours." He says, and she frowns.
"That better be a joke!" the doorbell rings. "My Dad's here, and he's expecting a boyfriend."
"Or a husband."
"Shut up!"
She darts to the door, flinging it open and greeting her Dad with a hug. He doesn't understand what's changed about her, she knows that. The Doctor was able to drop her off right where they left off, the same Wednesday, and even though she was at least two years older and something alien, the rest of the world hadn't changed.
"Is Gran coming?" she asks him, straightening up, and hanging up his coat on the hooks by the door.
"Yes, and Linda." She pulls a face at the sound of her annoying Aunt's name, but smiles all the same.
"I'm having a couple friends join us as well," she amends, "and my boyfriend." She does one last scan over that she didn't leave any pictures of her and the Doctor with George Washington out, or even worse, some of there wedding pictures.
It was nothing personal that she didn't invite her Dad to her own wedding, it was more the fact that she and the Doctor both wanted a Gallifrey ceremony to begin with, than maybe a human one later. Only Amy, Rory, Jack, and Rose and her husband (who had taken up jobs with Torchwood in London) had attended, and the honeymoon did last for a month. Well, a day Earth time. But what else is a time machine for?
The minute her Dad is seated, the bell rings, and Linda and her Gran arrive. Damn, Clara was hoping Amy or the Doctor would get here before Linda. She falsely smiles at her aunt, who comments on how Clara's put on a couple pounds, and her Gran gives her a cushy hug.
She's frantically trying to finish cooking, when she hears it. The TARDIS is materializing, and she grins, darting out of her apartment quickly with the promise of being back in a minute.
"Doctor! I so need you-"
"CLARA!" he shouts, extending his arms. She shrieks.
"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" she looks angry, and crosses her arms. The Doctor automatically looks afraid, shrinking back from her gaze.
"Because I needed to go to church." He mumbles.
"Well not anymore. We can do that later. Put on some clothes." She demands, not even questioning the fact that her husband is going naked to church. He instead flips some switches, and clothes appear on his body.
"Thank you." She says, and takes his hand. "Come and meet my family."
"Here is the Doctor, my boyfriend!" she happily exclaims, pushing him in front of her. Her Dad looks at her in shock, than averts his eyes, although she can't imagine why.
"Actually, I'm her husband." The Doctor says, than covers his mouth. "Damn, Clara, I got some truth serum in me. I think. That Dalek was very angry. Reminds me of Oswin. Also, did you know Clara's pregnant?!" Clara went white, the Doctor looked ashamed, but now that his mouth was open he couldn't stop. "Yep, she told me last week which is why she didn't come with me and Amy yesterday. Also, she's the only one who can see my clothes! She's the only one who doesn't need to see my clothes."
"No. One. Else. Can. See. Your. Clothes." Clara repeats, closing her eyes.
"Nope. And you're my alien wife so you don't need to see my clothes. By the way, Clara's a alien now! When I pulled her out of my time stream a little extra came back!"
"Shut up!" Clara said quickly, her face turning red as all her relatives turned to her in shock.
This is what I get for marrying a bow tie wearing idiot. She thinks to herself. But, it was only the beginning.
Also, if you would like any one shots centered around this story, just let me know:)