"Here we are," Ian Chesterton handed a slip of paper across the desk to Star as she stood hopping from one foot to the other, impatiently in his office, "the last known contact for Susan Foreman."

"Thank you, Chesterfield!" Star grinned, taking the paper with the number, "this is brilliant! You have no idea how much this means."

"I must remind you that it has been a while," Ian continued, "it may be outdated."

"Yes but even if it is I can use the TARDIS to find a more dated version. Thank you so much!" She beamed, hugging the man, "this is just..." No words could describe this so she merely squealed as she ran out of the office.

~.~

"Tell her that she's special." Star walked into the console room to see Clara glaring the Doctor down as she stood next to the girl, Courtney.
"Have you gone bananas?" he asked.

"I like bananas," Star commented.

"Where have you been?" the Doctor asked her.

"I went to apologise to Ian," she replied, "We made a bit of a mess with the Blitzer."
"Do you really think I'm not special?" Courtney frowned, making Star raise an amused eyebrow, seeing the girl lying, or at least stretching the truth, "You can't just take me away like that. It's like you kicked a big hole in the side of my life. You really think it? I'm nothing? I'm not special?"
"Pfft. God." The Doctor rolled his eyes. The girl was a liar; he did not say she wasn't special.

"How'd you like to be the first woman on the moon?" Star turned to the girl.

It was obvious that the girl wanted a trip in the TARDIS.
"Yeah, all right." She grinned.
"Ok." The Doctor nodded, "Now we can do something interesting." He pulled a lever sending them off.
"Hey!" Clara cried, grabbing onto the console as the room jolted.

~.~

The TARDIS materialised and the stepped out wearing orange spacesuits into a storage room, filled with random objects and a US flag.

"This isn't the moon." Courtney frowned, they had told her they were going to the moon in the future, "Where are we?"
"On a recycled space shuttle." The Doctor answered, "2049, judging by that prototype version of the Bennett oscillator."
"Where's the gravity coming from?" Star wondered as they took their helmets off.
"What are they?" Clara eyed the cylinder objects around the room.
"About a hundred nuclear bombs." The Doctor replied as alarms blared, "Ah. We're on our way to the moon." He looked out the window, "Check that. We're about to crash into it! Hold on! Hold on!" they held onto the cargo nets on the walls.
"Why didn't you just tell her you didn't mean it?" Clara cried.

"Because that isn't our style." Star laughed.
The shuttle skidded to a halt on the moon and 3 people entered wearing their own spacesuits, 2 men and a woman.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the woman, clearing the one in charge, demanded.
"Why have you got all these nuclear bombs?" the Doctor asked instead of answering.
"I'm not going to give you another chance."
"Oh? Well, you're just going to have to shoot us, then. Shoot the little girl first."
"What?" Courtney's eyes widened.
"Yes. She doesn't want to stand there watching us getting shot, does she? She'll be terrified. Girl first, then her teacher, and then me. You'll have to spend a lot of time shooting me because I will keep on regenerating. In fact, I'm not entirely sure that I won't keep on regenerating forever. And then…my daughter would stab you before you get her." He nodded to Star, "although before you even manage to get your weapons she would have most likely already have stabbed you all."

"He's right," Star nodded.
"Doctor, what are you doing?" Clara shook his head as the Doctor slowly stepped back and forwards, ending up hoping like a bunny.
"Gravity test." He said, "So, it'll be very time-consuming and messy, and rather wasteful, because I think I might just possibly be able to help you. You see, I am a super-intelligent alien being who flies in time and space. Are you going to shoot me?"
"No." the woman merely eyed him.
"Good. Why have you got all these nuclear bombs? No, no, no. Easier question. What's wrong with my yo-yo?" he pulled out a yo-yo using it to test the gravity.

"Doctor, it goes up and down." Clara remarked.
"And what does that mean?" Star edged her on.
"Ah."
"Ah ha." The Doctor agreed, "We should be bouncing about this cabin like little fluffy clouds. But we're not. What is the matter with the moon?"
"Nobody knows." The woman told them.
"Do you know what's wrong with the moon?" Clara turned to the Time Lords.
"It's put on weight." The Doctor commented.
"How can the moon put on weight?" the woman scoffed.
"Oh, lots of ways. Gravity bombs, axis alignment systems, planet shellers."
"So it's alien."
"Must be causing chaos on Earth. The tides will be so high that they will drown whole cities."
"Yeah."

"So what are you doing about it?" the woman took a case of the wall, "This?"
"That's what you do with aliens, isn't it?" she countered, "Blow them up?"

~.~

They stepped out, Courtney first, as promised, and onto the moons surface, "Wow. Wow!" Courtney beamed, "One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingy thing."
"So much for history." The woman, Lundvik, as she had introduced herself eventually, grumbled.

They left the damaged shuttle and walked to the modular settlement near by.
"There was a mining survey, Mexicans." Lundvik explained, "Something happened up here. Nobody knows what. That's when the trouble began back on Earth. High tide everywhere at once. The greatest natural disaster in history."
They walked around the building, finding the airlock wide open…covered with cobwebs.
"Cobwebs?" Clara frowned.
"Henry, go back and prime the bombs." Lundvik ordered the middle aged man.
"Er, is there any instructions?" he asked.
"There's a switch on each of them. The light goes red."
"They won't go off?"
"No, not till I fiddle with this thing." He held up the red case she took of the wall in the shuttle.
"Ok." Henry nodded, walking back, still looking worried.
"Shall we?" Lundvik gestured them in.
"Is that the best you could get?" Star wondered, amused by how worried the man was.
"Second-hand space shuttle, third-hand astronauts." She shrugged.

They walked in, down a corridor and shut the door behind them as they entered the main room.

"How many people here?" the Doctor questioned.
"Four." Lundvik answered, "Minera Luna San Pedro. It was privately financed. They were doing a mineral survey up here."
"Messages? Mayday? SOS?"
"Pretty much all the satellites had been whacked out of orbit." The second man replied, "They managed to send back some screams."

"So then you came up here to rescue them with your bombs?" the Doctor frowned.

"Not quite."
"They disappeared 10 years ago." Lundvik told him.
"You mean nobody came in all that time?" Star shook her head.
"There was no shuttle."
"What about yours?"
"It was in a museum. They'd cut the back off it so kids could ride in it. We'd stopped going into space. Nobody cared. Not until…" she was cut off by Courtney screaming.
"Courtney!" Clara cried, hurrying to her side, to see she had found a spacesuit in a cocoon. "Oh, my God." she gasped, "Doctor, tell me there wasn't anyone inside that thing."
The Doctor scanned the suit, "I could, but it wouldn't make it true."
"I'll get some power back on." Duke hurried off to find the power source.
"Come on. Now, Courtney, come here." Clara calmed the girl down, "Don't look. You all right?"
"I'm okay." She breathed.
"Hey. Look. Look at me. Look. It's all right if you're not."
"I'm fine." She insisted as the Doctor cut the corpse down, "What did it?"
"Maybe something trying to find out how you're put together." The Doctor remarked, "Or maybe how you tasted. Do we have guns?"
"Not unless you brought some." Lundvik sighed.

"I have a dagger," Star offered.
"Chicken, apparently." The Doctor said. Duke brought the power on, "Save the air."

They all took of their helmets and Star walked over to the computer console, looking at the survey records, the Doctor joined her.
"They didn't find anything." Star stated.
"Eh?" Lundvik looked over.
"The Mexicans. They didn't find any minerals on the moon."

The Doctor looked at the photos of the moon laid out on the table, "Oh."
"Oh?" Clara raised an eyebrow.
"Lines of tectonic stress."
"That's the Mare Fecunditatis." Lundvik told them, "It's been there since the Apollo days. It's always been there."

"No, no, no." the Doctor argued, "These are much, much bigger. Sea of Tranquillity. Sea of Nectar. Sea of Ingenuity. Sea of Crises."
"Meaning?" Clara asked as the lights flickered off.
"Meaning, Clara, that the moon, this little planetoid that's been tagging along beside you for a hundred million years, which gives you light at night and seas to sail on, is in the process of falling to bits."

There was a bang and the room shook, a high pitch noise sounded as they heard scuttling.
"What the hell was that?" Courtney demanded.
"Duke, is that you?" Lundvik called into her comm.
"I don't sound anything like that." Duke replied.
"Can you try and get the lights back on?"
"That's what I'm doing."
"Torch. Give me your torch." The Doctor grabbed the torch, "Whatever it is, it's in here." They heard something running down the walls "I think we've found your alien." A large spider with luminous red eyes headed for them down the other corridor, "Back, back, back! We need a door. A door, a door!"
"Here! Here!" Clara called, rushing to the door, "The door's locked."
"Come on, come on! There's no power to work it. Come on!"
"Doctor…"
The Doctor pushed them down behind the table, hiding, "Stay still. It's sensing movement. It can't see you. Fast movement. There must be another exit through there. Slowly. Slowly. Head to that exit. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly, slowly." They slowly headed for the other door, "Gently, gently. When I say run, run."
"Who made you the boss?" Lundvik glared.
"Well, you say run, then."
"Duke!" she shouted, seeing the man in the corridor.

The man cried out as the spider attacked him.
"Duke!"
The door unlocked, "Run!" the Doctor yelled, "We have power. Run!"
"Quick, it's shutting." Clara ran through, followed by Lundvik and the Doctor and Star, who just managed to squeeze as it shut behind her.
"Courtney!" Clara cried, seeing the girl didn't make it through, "Courtney!"

"Miss!" the girl cried as the gravity turned off and the girl floated in the room. "it killed him. It's coming in here! Help! It's coming in here!"

"You'll be ok!" the Doctor assured her, "Courtney, look at me. Look at me! Courtney…" he glanced up at the spider as it crawled along the ceiling. "Try and get to the door! Try and get yourself down here." The Doctor soniced the glass, breaking it.

"We need a rope of something…" Star looked around for anything of use, "give me the yo-yo!" she pulled it out from the Doctors pocket, "Courtney, grab hold!" she flicked it out and the girl managed to grab it…

Right as the gravity returned and she fell to the ground…alone with the spider with lunged at her.

Star threw her hand out, pushing the spider back as Courtney pulled out a spray bottle from her backpack and squirted the spider as it lunged at her again.
"Courtney!" Clara ran over, "You all right?"

"What was that?" the Doctor eyed the spider as it twitched on the ground, "in the bottle, what is it?"

"Kills 99% of all known germs," Courtney held the bottle up.

"You alright?" Clara repeated.

She nodded, "Why did I just fly? This is nuts."
The Doctor scanned the spider with the sonic, "Oh, God, this is incredible. Look at the size of it. It's the size of a badger."
"Doctor…" Clara began.
"It's a prokaryotic unicellular life form, with non-chromosomal DNA. Which, as you and me know. Well, not you and me. Well, you, certainly not. You and me, yes, scientists know, this is a germ. You flew because that one point three billion tonnes shifted. It moved. It's an unstable mass."
"I'm scared, Miss." Courtney admitted.
"Okay." Clara wrapped an arm around her.
"He'd just had a grand-daughter." Lundvik looked at Duke's body, "Elina. She was his first. He was my teacher. He taught me how to fly. We were both given the sack on the same day."
"Which way to the Mare Fecunditatis?" the Doctor looked at her.
"Please can I go home now?" Courtney pleaded, "I'm really sorry, I lied, he didn't say I was special, I made it up, I just wanted a trip. I'd like to go home, please."

They walked back to the shuttle, Lundvik trying to contact Henry, needing to warn him about the giant spiders, "Henry, come in. If you don't mind, Henry, come in."

"Can you stop?" Star snapped at the woman, "We get it he isn't answering, stop making noise."

Lundvik blinked at her but stopped trying to contact the man.
"Doctor, this is dangerous now." Clara remarked.
"It was dangerous before." The Doctor countered, "Everything's dangerous if you want it to be. Eating chips is dangerous. Crossing the road. It's no way to live your life. Tell her. You're supposed to be teaching her."
"Look, I have a duty of care, okay? You know what that is?"
"Course I know what a duty of care is. What are you suggesting? She's fine. What are you, 35?"
"15" Courtney glared.

"She's human." Star informed him, "not Time Lord."

He waved her off as he led Courtney inside the TARDIS,

"Don't touch anything!" Star warned, going to the console, ensuring that Courtney wouldn't be able to leave the console room and get lost in the TARDIS.

"You got any games?"
"Check the shelves; there might be a puzzle or something."
"Can I get reception up here?"

"Best in the universe." she winked, closing the door behind her.

"Why are you shutting her in?" Clara frowned, "We don't need to stay, do we?"
"Eh?" the Doctor looked at her.
"It's obvious, isn't it? The moon doesn't break up."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've been in the future, and the moon is still there. I think. You know the moon is still there, right?"
"Maybe it isn't the moon." Star suggested, "Maybe it's a hologram or a big painting, or a special effect. Maybe it's a completely different moon. A fake moon."
"But you would know."
"Why do you expect us to know?! We don't know everything." She let out a breath, leaning against the TARDIS doors.
"If the moon fell to bits in 2049, somebody would've mentioned it. It would have come up in conversation." She reasoned, "So it doesn't break up. So the world doesn't end. So, let's just get in the TARDIS and go."
"Clara, there are some moments in time that we simply can't see." The Doctor told her, "Little eye-blinks. They don't look the same as other things. They're not clear. They're fuzzy, they're grey. Little moments in which big things are decided. And this is one of them. Just now, we can't tell what happens to the moon, because whatever happens to the moon hasn't been decided yet. And it's going to be decided here and now. Which very much sounds as though it's up to us."
"None of you are going anywhere." Lundvik spoke, glaring at them all, "I've lost my crew. We were the last astronauts. This is the last shuttle; these are the last nuclear bombs. We're the last chance for Earth, and you're staying to help me."
"Decision made."
"Yeah." Clara nodded, not happy with this. She really just wanted to get Courtney back to the school, safe before any trouble happened.

"Well if the decisions made, can we hurry up." Star called.

"You alright?" Clara asked.

"Headache?" the Doctor frowned, she nodded, "you can stay with Courtney…"

"Nuh-uh." She shook her head, "I'm needed out here."

~.~

"What is killing the moon?" the Doctor wondered as they stood on the moon, looking at the Mexicans survey and equipment again.
"How can the moon die, though?" Clara inquired.
"Everything dies," Star stated, "sooner or later."
"Can we save it?" Lundvik asked.
"Depends what's killing it." the Doctor remarked.
"There are the other three." Lundvik spotted the other three spacesuits cocoon in cobwebs.
"Is it those germ things, then?" Clara wondered, "Are they like cockroaches? Is it, is it an infestation?"
"Is it?"
"Well, we've only seen one of them. It would take an awful lot more to cause the moon to put on one point 3 billion tonnes."

A spider jumped out of the hole, lunging at the Doctor
Star threw her arm out, sending the spider back into its lair.
"Well," the Doctor panted, "That makes two." He looked at Star, "thanks."

"Told you I was needed out here." She smirked.
"Sunlight." Clara blinked.
"Sunlight?" Lundvik frowned at her.
"If they're germs. My nan says it's the best disinfectant there is."
"Shine your light down there." The Doctor instructed, she shown the torch and they saw lots of red lights.
"Where have they come from?" Lundvik wondered.
"Maybe they've been there all the time. It's warmish. They're multiplying, feeding, evolving."

They quickly walked away.
"Doctor, if the moon breaks up, it'll kill us all in about 45 minutes."
"I agree."

"Unless something else is going on." Star countered.

The Doctor sent his yo-yo down a gap on the surface, it came back up wet.
"There's no water on the moon." Lundvik frowned seeing it was wet.
"It's not water. It's amniotic fluid. The stuff that life comes from. I've got to go down there. Back to your shuttle. Get your bombs ready. You," he pointed to Clara, "get to the TARDIS. Get safe. Get Courtney safe. You," he pointed at Star, "rest and sort out that headache of yours. I will be back."
"What?" Clara blinked, realising what he was planning, "No. Doctor. Doctor!"
The Doctor jumped into the hole.
"Doctor!"
"Will he?" Lundvik looked at Star; the girl didn't seem bothered that he had just jumped.
She shrugged, "he said he would and besides, he is EXTREMELY hard to kill."

They walked back to the shuttle.

"Miss? Come in." Courtney came on the comm.
"Courtney?" Clara replied.
"I'm bored. When are you coming back?"
"We're on our way. What you doing?"
"Putting some pictures on Tumblr."
Star laughed at that, but Clara was more concerned about what the Doctor would say, "No! Courtney, don't put any photos on Tumblr."
"My granny used to put things on Tumblr." Lundvik giggled.
A small quake made them stagger as they walked.
"There he is." Lundvik spotted Henry with his helmet off, his body a skeleton.
"Was that where we landed? It looks so different." Clara frowned at the shuttle, cracks forming on the moons crust.
"It's the moon-quake," Star informed her.

"It's going down," Lundvik noted, before the shuttle fell into the holes, the crack getting larger.
"Courtney!" Clara shouted, hurrying forwards.

"Clara, she's fine." Star assured her, grabbing her to stop her from falling into the cracks, "She's in the TARDIS. She wouldn't have felt a thing."
"We're going to have to take cover. We're running out of oxygen." Lundvik informed them.

Star looked back, "what did you find?"
The Doctor jumped back up from the crack behind them, grinning, "Today's the day, humankind."

"Where's the TARDIS?" Clara asked as they walked back to the modular settlement.
"She's in the shuttle," Star reminded her, "she'll turn up."

"Last time you said that, she turned up on the wrong side of the planet."

"His fault!" Star pointed at the Doctor, who held his hands up defensively, "He was the one who reset the HADS."
"You two have never gotten on, have you?" the Doctor looked at Clara.
"Look, we need to know where Courtney is."
"Courtney is safe. Ish. Well, do you have her phone number?"
"No, no, no. Of course I don't have her phone number."
"Well, what about the school? Does the secretary have her number?"
"I can't. The secretary hates me. She thinks I gave her a packet of TENA Lady for Secret Santa. Look. Courtney's posting stuff on Tumblr. Doesn't that know where you are?"
"I don't know." Lundvik shook her head, "I'm not a historian."
"Phone. I know what the problem is." The Doctor grabbed her phone, seeing the pictures Courtney had posted, "Oh, she can't post that. She can't put pictures of us online." He soniced the phone and then the monitor on the wall,
"Yeah?" Courtney appeared on the wall, looking down at the camera on her phone.

"You can't put pictures of me and Star online."
"Are you okay?" Clara asked her.
She nodded, "Er, I'm fine. What's up?"
"You said you know what the problem is." Clara turned to the Doctor.

"Yes, yes. It's a rather big problem." He nodded his agreement.
"Okay...do you want to share it with the class?"
"Well, I had a little hypothesis. The seismic activity, the surface breaking up, the variable mass, the increase in gravity, the fluid. I scanned what's down there." He soniced the console, creating a 3D projection of the moon. "The moon isn't breaking apart. Well, actually, it is breaking apart, and rather quickly. We've got about an hour and a half. But that isn't the problem. It's not infested."
"What are they, then, those things?" Courtney called.
"Bacteria. Tiny, tiny bacteria living on something very, very big. Something that weighs about one point three billion tonnes. Something that's living. Something growing."
"Growing?" Clara frowned, what could possibly be growing on the moon.
"That." He soniced the image to show a dragon-like creature curled up under the moons crust.
Courtney lean closer, getting a closer look, "That lives under the moon?"
"No." he argued.
"The moon's hatching" Star stared at the image.
"Yes!" He cheered, "The moon's an egg." He eyed her reaction as she merely nodded, not questioning the moon being an egg, not even questioning if he was lying or joking.

"Has it, er, has it always been an egg?" Clara asked, sceptical.
"Yes, for a hundred million years or so." He explained, "Just, just growing. Just getting ready to be born."
"Okay. So the moon has never been the moon?"
"No, no, no, no. It's never been dead. It's just taking a long time to come alive."
"Is it a chicken?" Courtney squinted.

"It's not a space chicken." Star shook her head.

"Cos, for a chicken to have laid an egg that big…"

"It's not a chicken." Star repeated, "Its…I don't know what it is."
"What is it?" Clara asked.
"I think that it's unique." The Doctor answered, "I think that's the only one of its kind in the universe. I think that that is utterly beautiful."
"How do we kill it?" Lundvik stared at it in disgust.
"Why'd you want to kill it?" Clara turned to her, shocked she had just said she wanted to destroy it.
"It's a little baby." Courtney agreed.
"Doctor, how do we kill it?" Lundvik repeated.
"Kill the moon?" the Doctor frowned, unsure whether she was actually being serious, but she nodded. He turned off the projection, "Kill the moon. Well, you have about a hundred of the best man-made nuclear weapons, if they still work. If that's what you want to do."
"Doctor, wait…" Clara began.
"Will that do it?" Lundvik questioned.
"A hundred nuclear bombs set off right where we are, right on top of a living, vulnerable creature? It'll never feel the sun on its back." The Doctor told her.
"And then what? Will the moon still break up? You said, you said we had an hour and a half?"
"Well, there'll be nothing to make it break up. There will be nothing trying to force its way out. The gravity of the little dead baby will pull all the pieces back together again. Of course, it won't be very pretty. You'd have an enormous corpse floating in the sky. You might have some very difficult conversations to have with your kids."
"I don't have any kids."
"Stop. Right, listen." Clara cut in, "This is a, this is a life. I mean, this must be the biggest life in the universe."
"It's not even been born." Courtney agreed.
"It is killing people." Lundvik argued, "It is destroying the Earth."
"You cannot blame a baby for kicking." Clara shook her head.
"Let me tell you something. You want to know what I took back from being in space. Look at the edge of the Earth. The atmosphere, that is paper thin. That is the only thing that saves us all from death. Everything else, the stars, the blackness. That's all dead. Sadly, that is the only life any of us will ever know."
"There's life here. There's life just next door." Courtney said.
"Look, when you've grown up a bit, you'll realise that everything doesn't have to be nice. Some things are just bad. Anyway, you ran away. It's none of your business. "
"I want to come back."
"You're safer in the TARDIS," Star called to the girl, glaring at Lundvik as the woman began to enter the codes for the bombs. She thought she was bad for making threats to kill planets for no reason. But she was a human, and she was willing to this, just because she didn't understand about the creature under the moon. A human was willing to blow up the moon because an innocent baby was being born. A human was needed to stop a human.

"I'm sorry. I want to come back, okay? I want to help."
"Ah, there's some DVDs on the blue book shelf." The Doctor rubbed his face, "Just stick one into the TARDIS console. That'll bring you to us."
"Right." She nodded, getting up to find a DVD.
"And make sure you hang on to the console, otherwise the TARDIS will leave you behind."
"So what do we do?" Clara looked at the Time Lords, "Huh? What do we do?"
"Nothing." Star murmured.
"What?" Clara gaped at her, even the Doctor looked surprised.
"We can't help you with this."
"Of course you can help."
"The Earth isn't our home. The moon's not our moon."
"Come on. Star…Doctor?"

'Clara needs to learn that we have to make bad decisions.' Star spoke in the Doctors mind, 'if we're not around one day and it's up to her…she needs to be able to do the right thing. Trust her like you trust me.'

"I agree." The Doctor stated.

"Thank you!"

"No, with Star. There are moments in every civilisation's history in which the whole path of that civilisation is decided. The whole future path. Whatever future humanity might have depends upon the choice that is made right here and right now. Now, you've got the tools to kill it. You made them. You brought them up here all on your own, with your own ingenuity. You don't need a Time Lord. Kill it. Or let it live. We can't make this decision for you. "
"Yeah, well, I can't make it."
"Well, there's two of you here."
"Well, yeah. A school teacher and an astronaut."
"Who's better?" Star countered.
"I don't know! The President of America?" she suggested.
"Oh, take something off his plate." The Doctor moaned, "He makes far too many decisions anyway."
"She." Lundvik corrected.

"She," Star smirked, "I like that."
The Doctor glanced at her before shaking his head, continuing, "She. Sorry. She hasn't even been into space. She hasn't been to another planet. How would she even know what to do?"
"I am asking you for help." Clara pleaded.
"Listen, we went to dinner in Berlin in 1937, right? We didn't nip out after pudding and kill Hitler. I've never killed Hitler. And you wouldn't expect me to kill Hitler. The future is no more malleable than the past."

"Well, we did lock Hitler in the cupboard for a bit." Star reminded him.
"Okay, don't you do this to make some kind of point." Clara tried to reason with them, they couldn't seriously be expecting her to do this.

"It's time to take the stabilisers off your bike." The Doctor said, "It's your moon, womankind. It's your choice."
"And you're just going to stand there?"
"Course not," he scoffed.
The TARDIS materialised and Courtney stepped out
"Doctor? Star?" Clara stared at them, realising what they meant.
"A teenager, an astronaut and a schoolteacher." The Doctor nodded.
"Hang on a minute. We can get in there, can't we?" Lundvik nodded to the TARDIS, "You can sort it out with that thing."
"No. Some decisions are too important not to make on your own."
"Doctor! Star!" Clara cried.

Star smiled at her, "I know you'll make the right choice." She turned and followed the Doctor in the TARDIS and they dematerialised.

"I hope you're right about this." the Doctor remarked to Star.

"I am," she insisted, "we have to trust Clara. We CAN trust Clara."

~.~

They stood at the monitor, watching in silence. Star had read on the monitor about what happened she they brought Courtney in. it was just a quick glance but she knew what happened which was why she was so insistent for Clara to take charge. They left the bomb to count down one hour when they sent a transmission to Earth, to let the humans below decided what to do…only for them to decide to kill the moon and the unborn creature, not wanting to know if it would help them or not.

As Star had hoped Clara had stopped the bomb at the last second, allowing the creature to leave.

"I knew you could do it Clara." Star sighed in relief, letting out the breath she had been holding as the Doctor rematerialised at the base.
"One, two, three," the Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS, pointing at them in turn, "into the Tardis."
"What's happening?" Lundvik demanded.
"Let's go and have a look, shall we?"

He and Star ran around the console, piloting them.

"Bloody idiots." Lundvik grumbled, "Bloody irresponsible idiots."
"Mind your language, please," the Doctor walked over to her, "There are children present."

"I hope by children you mean Courtney," Star looked at him, "im not a child, remember?"

"You are to me."
"You should have left me there, let me die." Lundvik glared at them, "I wanted to die up there with the universe in front of me, not being crushed to death on Earth."
"Nobody's going to die." The Doctor deadpanned.
"Could you please let us see what's happening?"

~.~

They materialised on a beach on Earth, stepping out just in time for the moon to hatch.

"What's it doing?" Courtney squinted up, seeing the creature spreading it wings.
"It's feeling the sun on itself." The Doctor said, "It's getting warm. The chick flies away and the eggshell disintegrates. Harmless."
"Did you know?" Clara demanded.
"You made your decision. Humanity made its choice."
"No, we ignored humanity." Lundvik argued.
"Exactly!" Star laughed.
"So what happens now, then? Tell me what happens now."
The Doctor turned his back, closing his eyes, "In the mid-twenty first century humankind starts creeping off into the stars, spreads its way through the galaxy to the very edges of the universe. And it endures till the end of time." He turned back to them, "And it does all that because one day in the year 2049, when it had stopped thinking about going to the stars, something occurred that make it look up, not down. It looked out there into the blackness and it saw something beautiful, something wonderful, that for once it didn't want to destroy. And in that one moment, the whole course of history was changed. Not bad for a girl from Coal Hill School, and her teacher."
"Oh, my gosh. It laid a new egg." Courtney smiled, seeing a new moon in the sky, "It's beautiful. It's beautiful."
"That's what we call a new moon." Star smiled.

"You can be the first woman on that." Courtney looked at Lundvik.
"I think that somebody deserves a thank you." Star crossed her arms.
"Yeah, probably." Lundvik turned to Clara, "Thank you. Thank you for stopping me. Thank you for giving me the moon back."
"Ok, Captain." The Doctor nodded, "Well, you've got a whole new space programme to get together. NASA is er, it's that way." He pointed, "About two and a half thousand miles." He looked down at Courtney, "You still got your vortex manipulator? I'll give you a run home."

~.~

Courtney and Clara walked up the stairs back in their usual clothes again as the Doctor dropped books on the stairs to the upper level, Star setting them down in the cupboard at the school, both out of their spacesuits.

"Not that it's any of my business, but I think you did the right thing." The Doctor offered Clara a smile.
"Yeah, you're right." Clara nodded tensely, "It's none of your business. Come on, Courtney, off you go. Double Geography."
"Can we do it again?" Courtney asked.
"Go. Go, go. Chop, chop." She ushered the girl out. "Tell me what you knew." Clara demanded the Time Lords, speaking mostly to the Doctor, thinking it had been his plan.
"Nothing." The Doctor answered honestly, "I told you, I've got grey areas."
"Yeah. I noticed. Tell me what you knew, both of you, or else I'll smack you so hard you'll regenerate."
"We knew that eggs are not bombs. We know they don't usually destroy their nests. Essentially, what I knew was that you would always make the best choice."

"We had faith that you would always make the right choice." Star looked down at the console. This was not the reaction she had wanted from Clara. As soon as they got them back in the TARDIS they knew Clara was mad at them, well, she supposed mad at her as it was her plan.
"Honestly, do you have music playing in your head when you say rubbish like that?" Clara scoffed.
"It wasn't our decision to make. Not our moon." The Doctor said.
"Well, why did you do it? Was it for Courtney, was that it?"
"Well, she really is something special now, isn't she?" he smiled, "First woman on the moon saved the Earth from itself, and, rather bizarrely, she becomes the President of the United States. She met this bloke called Blinovitch…"
"Do you know what? Shut up! I am so sick of listening to you!" Clara snapped at them.
"Well, we didn't do it for Courtney. I didn't know what was going to happen. Do you think I'm lying?"
"I don't know." Clara shook her head, tears in her eyes in her anger; they had left her on the moon, expecting her to make the right decision, not even giving her any help or hints. Just…gone and left her, not even staying for support, "I don't know. If you didn't do it for her, I mean. Do you know what? It was, it was cheap. It was pathetic. No, no, no. It was patronising. That was you patting us on the back, saying, you're big enough to go to the shops by yourself now. Go on, toddle along."
"What we did," Star began, careful with her word so not to make Clara even angrier, "we did for you. That was us respecting you. Allowing you to do what we do, to know how hard the decisions we make are."
"Oh, my God, really? Was it? Yeah, well, respected is not how I feel."
"Right. Okay. Er…" the Doctor stopped, unsure what to say, they were only trying to help.
"I nearly didn't press that button." She admitted, tears in her eyes, "I nearly got it wrong. That was you, my friends, my FAMILY, making me scared. Making me feel like a bloody idiot."
"Language." The Doctor pointed at her.
"Oh, don't you ever tell me to mind my language. Don't you ever tell me to take the stabilisers off my bike. And don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable. You walk our Earth, you breathe our air. You make us your friend, and that is your moon too. And you can damn well help us when we need it."
"I was only trying to help," Star murmured.
"What, by clearing off?" she scoffed, "Well, clear off! Go on. You can clear off. Get back in your lonely, your lonely bloody TARDIS and you don't come back."
"Im sorry."
"You go away. Okay? You go a long way away." She turned and stormed out, never wanting to see them again.

"Fine!" Star finally snapped, unable to keep her anger down any longer. "We'll go and if we never see you again, it'll be too soon! I am sorry if you aren't clever enough to understand what I did was for you! But if something like that even happens then at least now we know that you can actually do what we do and do it well!"

Clara slammed the door behind her as she left, leaving the TARDIS silent.

"Well…" the Doctor broken the silence, "that didn't go as planned, did it?"

"You think?" Star sneered.

This was all her fault.