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[makemeasong]

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[makemeasong]

[ With just a quirk of a smile, Clara shakes her head. ]

Nah, I'm the forgiving sort. Takes a lot to make alarm bells go.

[ Then she just listens, taking in what this woman in front of her is saying, all the impossible words coming out of her mouth. She takes another step closer, and then another, until she's standing close enough to touch. ]

You knew me. Know me.

[ The's a half second when she almost reaches out to gently tug at a curl in a way that's too familiar but felt like second nature for a brief second. ]

I've been to a lot of different worlds, but this one doesn't sound familiar. Akuras...

[ It's a word that makes her frown involuntarily when she says it, not realizing. ]

Wait, you've been to other worlds?

[ How many people can actually say that? She's trying so hard to figure it out, to remember, and this time when she reaches to touch, she holds her hand out tentatively, silently asking for permission. ]

Tell me more?

[damnable]

( Red draws in a breath sharp and sudden at the proximity between the both of them as Clara erases the space between the both of them, and something in that space seems to ignite simultaneously. She swallows and then forces herself to release that same breath she'd held but more shakily now. )

I have. I've really only been to that one and well, my own. I-

( There's the slightest of nods as Clara's hand lingers as if asking for permission, and Red nods, trying not to seem too eager about it, too much of that yearning bundled up in her chest. She's missed her touch. She's missed her so desperately. She's afraid to reach out and touch and betray all of those feelings that have been bottled up in her chest for her.

Please. Please touch her. )

I'd tell you anything... you want to know. Like I know you've experience traveling to many different worlds, but this one, Clara? This one had the Undead.

[makemeasong]

[ There's something about the way her hand slides so perfectly against Red's cheek, the fit, the way her thumb can rest right along the apple of her cheek. More than a memory, there's a feeling; hands and lips, kisses and quiet murmurs. It makes Clara's breath catch just a little. If the Doctor is running around without memories, who's to say something didn't happen to a part of her own mind, too?

There's a deeper frown at the mention of the undead, and this time, there's a moment of a memory—nothing but water. ]

Why does it feel like something awful happened?

[ Her hand moves away from Red's cheek to her own chest. Her heart isn't beating, she doesn't need her lungs, and yet they still feel like they're burning with the need for a deep breath. ]

I...left you, didn't I?

[ Red curls like a cloud in Clara's hand, concern from the other woman, kisses, more worry, and more kisses. This isn't just a random woman who has memories of Clara, and the thought simultaneously makes her cautious and thrilled at the prospect. She's been alone for seemingly so long, and yet here's someone ready to blow the lid off of what Clara thinks she knows. ]

sobbing

[damnable]

( Red stares at her as Clara's hand moves back to her chest like she's almost remembering, and she doesn't even know how that's possible. It was only supposed to be the ones that drank the potion that could remember, and she was gone long before that, but something else has to be going on now. She hasn't started to pull apart the differences in Clara.

She hasn't figured out what's going on with her exactly, because she's so amazed at the sight of her, the sound of her voice, the way she is looking at her right now.

Something strangles in her throat at the question, but she nods with eyes burning in answer. Her own hand reaches out. Her fingertips brush along the outside of her hand where it rests against her own chest. )

Yeah. There were these beacons. We were trying to find them so we could- so most of the group could go back to their worlds if they wanted to, and one day, you were just gone.

You wouldn't have gone without at least saying goodbye first so it must've just- must've swept you up.

( She swallows again through that pain rattling around in her chest as her fingers interlock with Clara's against her chest. And now she's realizing the terrible silence within her: ) Something happened to you too, huh?

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[makemeasong]

[ This isn't the same as an echo, when Clara has flashes of a memory, like a movie starring her doppelgänger. She can sense the way she felt with this woman, the emotions trickling back before the memories themselves. She doesn't know about potions and rules about remembering, but she does know there are forces at play in the universe bigger than Clara can fathom, and so her eyes lock on Red's. She knows herself, and she knows she'd never walk away from anyone. ]

I wouldn't leave you, not like that. Never without a goodbye.

[ She isn't the Doctor in that regard, quite the opposite in fact. Her hand stays firm in Red's, letting the question sink in. More memories are creeping to the surface, like fingertips brushing the surface of water and trying to break through. ]

You knew me when I was alive.

[ Clara isn't asking a question, and she hasn't directly answered Red's, but she's remembering. ]

That was so long ago. But you saw me, didn't you? We met after I showed up in that place, and you knew me, right away.

[ She's trying to hold onto this feeling, to cling to it. She remembers a version of Red, seemingly much younger, but it never mattered. Red looked at her and knew more about Clara in an instant than anyone else. ]

I'd only sort of died then.

[ Her voice breaks a little, and she steps so close her forehead is against Red's. She doesn't recall everything yet, but it's enough to start. ]

I'm sorry I left.