Title: Closers

Word Count: 960

Characters: 12th Doctor, with appearances by Clara Oswald, Danny Pink, and Missy (The Mistress/Master)

Summary: The Doctor doesn't like to see Clara hurting; he tries to help her out. Instead, he almost causes the end of the world, but he saves it with a little help from a certain PE teacher. (Takes place during 'Dark Water' and 'Death in Heaven')

Rating: K+

Song lyrics: 'Coffee's for Closers', by Fall out Boy

*Authors note at the bottom

I can't explain a thing
I want everything
To change and stay the same on top
Doesn't care about anyone or anything
Now come together, come apart
Only get loaded when you read the charts
Oh baby, when they made me
They broke the mold
Girls used to follow me around
Then I got cold

He was upset by her sudden betrayal. Maybe it was because she had gone through so much, he thought. Or maybe because she had lost everyone that she had at one point hold dear. He knew how it felt. He had lost so many before; he had lost his own people, which made him so lonely then he had lost her, which was sort of a metaphor, because really, she hadn't left his side. She looked so broken all the time anymore; she didn't look youthful like she once did (when he looked like a giraffe with bad fashion sense).

He knew it hurt, losing people; he knew that it could make you do crazy, insane things, but he never expected her to go this far. He never would have even thought she would do something like this to him. Pain and grief and loss had made him decide to grow cold and detached, so he wouldn't be hurt any more than he already had been. Turns out, pain and grief and loss had forced Clara to lose her mind.

Anymore, when he looked at her, all he saw in her once jubilant eyes were pain and sadness swimming. They seemed to be mocking him all the time. They reminded him of himself – of what he once was and how everything had changed him and made him who he was today. Because underneath his hard shell, he cared a whole awful lot for her; and it pained him to see her hurting.

He looked at her, a good long look. He couldn't do this to her. Sure, he despised Danny Pink (He didn't know what she saw in him. He was just a PE teacher anyway.), but he couldn't take the sadness in Clara's eyes. He could handle her not loving him, he had lots of experience with hiding his feelings and innermost thoughts from the rest of the world. She didn't, and he could clearly see it. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't make her happy, because he felt that it was his job; it was his job to make her feel better.

He had caused her so much pain. (He really couldn't change the fact that he needed to regenerate or he would surly be dead. Although, he probably should not have sent her back, but then she would be dead, so really he had helped her out, despite her obvious discomfort about the whole situation) He didn't want to see her hurting anymore. And he knew deep down, that she didn't deserve any of this; she was such a good person, she was goodness (at least to him anyway) and all these awful things had happened to her. It wasn't fair, and the universe usually didn't make bargains with him, but with her, it had made many. So who knew, maybe it would be willing to make another.

So he took her to Hell. (Well, it actually happened to be in London, but that was beside the point.) Something wasn't quite right with this place, and it was fairly obvious, but he had come here on a mission to rescue Danny Pink, and nothing would stop him, because Danny made Clara happy. And when Clara was happy so was he.

His day went from bad to worse in a matter of hours. His childhood friend turned enemy, the Master, or as she now called herself, Missy, decide to make him an army of cybermen as a friendship present. Then that nice girl with the bowtie, Osgood, got incinerated, and Danny Pink became a cyberman.

But he didn't dwell on that. He thought about how stupid he was for not loving her when he had the chance. In a way, though he would never admit it, he was jealous of Danny Pink. He was able to love Clara Oswald; he was able to kiss her, he was able to tell her that he oved her; he was able to die saying that he loved her and that she would always love him. He wanted to have that; he wanted a small portion of forever with her. He wanted her to love him, because although he looked like an old Scottish man and acted as heartless as Scrooge, he was still the same man at heart(s). He still loved her so much, and there was nothing he could do to stop.

It took the last fiber in his being to admit out loud in that grey graveyard that he was an idiot, but that's because, he supposed, and that everyone was allowed to be stupid on more than one occasion. But for this one time, it was easy for him to work with Danny, maybe because they were both in the same disposition; they both needed to save Clara. For once, he swallowed his pride and let someone else save the world. Because, although he didn't care to admit it (add it to his long list of things not ever to tell Clara), Danny Pink was good for her. He made her happy, just as he had once done for her. And making Clara Oswald feel happy and loved was a major feat in his book.

I will never believe in anything again
I will never believe in anything again
Oh change will come
Oh change will come
I will never believe in anything again

Aright. For those of you who follow this one-shot collection and want more, here you go. it's whouffaldi, bc it's growing on me.

If you haven't listened to Fall Out Boy's new Song (Uma Thurman) you need to right now, bc it actually inspired me to write this, even though I used the song, 'Coffee's for Closers' as the song lyrics. (they just seemed more fitting)

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