A/N: So, this isn't a new chapter. Sorry. This is more along the lines of a "Coming Soon Trailer" because I've written a lot, and I'm about 5,000 words from being finished. I'm a bit worried I'm losing you guys, because it's almost been a month since I last updated. So, I thought I might whet your appetites with a little bit of a teaser about what's to come in Part II. Just to let you guys know I have not abandoned this story. It should be a few weeks more yet till I'm ready to post the next chapter, but until then, there's this!
COMING SOON…
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"So! All of time and space! Anything that ever happened, or ever will! Where do you wanna go? The future, the past? Planets, stars? What do you wanna see, Clara?"
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"I want to see…something awesome."
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"Here's your awesome, Clara. It doesn't get more awesome than this."
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"Safe? Safe?! Of course it's—why would you ask such a silly question? Like I'd ever take you somewhere that wasn't safe."
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"It's called Trenzalore."
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"I'm sorry," the Tenth you says softly. "I shouldn't be telling you this, when you're off running around with younger me, having adventures and falling in love."
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"Mas…ter…" K-9 says, slowly, before the lights in his eyes go off and he hangs his head.
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But you can. You know exactly what you've done, and it will tear you apart. Oh, Doctor. My Doctor. I'm so sorry.
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"I could never forget about you, Clara," you say softly.
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And then the figure turns, and my breath stops short.
It's you.
Your eyes are rimmed with red. You scarf trails the ground. In your arms in the tiny bundle of blankets, and on your face is the saddest, happiest, most conflicted smile I'd ever seen.
"Oh, Clara. Why didn't you tell me?"
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So I have to believe that someday, someday, you'll keep your promise to me. Someday, you'll come back.
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"It's beautiful, Doctor," I say softly. You don't look up, eyes focused on the baby. You arrange the plush K-9 at the end of the blue silky blankets. "The cot. It's beautiful. It's old, isn't it? Really old. Where'd you get it?"
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Clara, I'm sorry. So sorry. I can't. I'm afraid.
-The Doctor
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I lock eyes with her and gasp.
Because she is me.
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"DOCTOR!" comes my muffled shout for help, before I succumb to the drug, my eyes rolling back into my head, and everything goes black.
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"You will not thwart me this time, Clara Oswin Oswald," says a voice. I catch sight of gloved hands, a top hat.
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"The Great Intelligence comes to call, and that is when the Doctor falls. The girl who dies shall die again, and that is when the Doctor ends."
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"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME, DOCTOR!"
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"DOCTOR!"
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