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[makemeasong]

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[makemeasong]

[ Clara moves so that she can stand beside him and looks up at his face. ]

I think that's the best way. With honey, please.

[ She's getting nervous, her stomach twisting a little, but she smiles at the memory. ]

Mint. And you used to blow on it for them until the mug was cool enough for them to wrap their little hands around. [ She swallows, feeling the prick of tears. ]

We had exactly the life we wanted.

[twelfthsong]

[He nods, reaching for a mug in the cupboard - her mug, he remembers now - before looking down at her with a soft sad smile.]

We did. And we'll have more time to make another one.

[His fingers brush against her cheeks before going to cup them.]

Mint? I'll have some with you.

[makemeasong]

Just don't accidentally dose yourself.

[ She's trying to joke and gives him a lopsided smile before turning to kiss his palm. Clara assumes this regeneration will be the same as any other: painful, disorienting and exhausting. ]

I think I'm gonna change into something comfortable. Bed might be the best place for this. I'll be back there.

[ She kisses him again, then turns her head to kiss his palm before disappearing into their room. Going through a closet, she finds one of his old hoodies and pulls off the hanger and over her head. It still smells like him, and it's huge on her, looking more like a dress that's too big for her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she closes her eyes and tries to focus on their plan working, listening to the Doctor putter around in the kitchen. ]

[twelfthsong]

I'm not a pudding-brained idiot.

[He quips back, smiling as she kisses his palm watching her until she leaves the kitchen to head back upstairs. When he's left with his own thoughts again the smile fades and the frown reappears as he stews over the boiling herbs.

When it's finally done he makes his way back up to the bedroom holding the cups on a tray - one for her and one for him. His gentle smile returns seeing her there in his sweatshirt. He's got a slight frame, but the height difference still means it looks large on her.]

I was wondering where that one had gone to. Thought I just left it in one of the hundreds of rooms in the TARDIS.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara smiles at him, though it's a nervous one before looking down at the sweatshirt. ]

This was my favorite one to wear when I was pregnant.

[ Swinging her legs around on the bed, Clara tucks them underneath her body. ]

How long do you think it'll take before I start to regenerate?

[twelfthsong]

I remember. I had to bribe you with another one so I could wash it at one point.

[He sits down on the bed beside her carefully so as not to jostle the mugs, giving her the briefest kiss on the head.]

Hard to say. Depends on how stubborn your body is. [He had held off his own regeneration on more than one occasion after all.] Do you feel ready?

[makemeasong]

I don't think there's a way to be any more ready than I already am.

[ She holds out her hand for the bug and when she takes it, she wraps her hands around it and then takes the first sip, wrinkling her nose. ] Still potent.

[ Taking another sip, she leans against his shoulder. ]

I love you, you know. [ Her vision is already starting to get blurry and she forces herself to take another sip. ] I'd run away with you again. Always, forever.

[twelfthsong]

[He takes his own mug but doesn't necessarily drink any of it, keeping his gaze steadily on her as she sips from hers. He's always been the type to jump feet first into situations regardless of their risks. But this comes with more risk than he's perhaps used to. There's more on the line now.]

Always, forever.

[He's there to help lie her down onto the bed and to take the mug from her when he sees her starting to lose consciousness. And when her eyes finally flutter close and her chest stills he sits there devoutly, clutching onto her hand willing this to work.]

[makemeasong]

[ At first, nothing happens. She's still and lifeless - as dead as she's supposed to be. Her skin even cools as she transitions from human to Time Lord. It takes a long twenty minutes for her chest to rise as she gasps loudly and regeneration energy escapes her lips in a whisp of golden air.

Then it bursts out of her almost violently, bright in the room, fading slowly.

She has stubbornly kept her face, but the rest goes as normal and she wakes up with a start. Her body is on defense because regeneration is only triggered by death, and she flails, eyes wide. ]

[twelfthsong]

[Twenty minutes feels so much longer to him as he sits and waits there and a part of him wonders when he should get worried. But then it begins.

The regeneration process has never been a pleasant one to watch or experience, but he can't deny it's fascinating. It's the equivalent of a star dying and being reborn in and of itself. It's magic.

Even as the golden energy shoots from her body, he refuses to let go, gripping firmly onto her hand even as he squints his eyes shut in response to the flare of light. When it's done, he feels his two hearts beating rapidly in his chest.]

Clara, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm here. You're here.

[makemeasong]

[ She makes a startled noise in the back of her throat until her eyes finally focus on him and she slowly relaxes back onto the pillow. ]

I'm alive?

[ Her voice is hoarse and she's speaking in Gallifryen, but she's very much alive with 2 heartbeats and all. ]

[twelfthsong]

[He immediately encircles her to bring her close to him. The sound of not one, but two heartbeats falling in time with her own can't help but bring tears to his eyes.]

You're alive. It worked.

[makemeasong]

[ Clinging to him tightly, her face buries itself against his neck as she doesn't just have tears in her eyes: she fully cries, holding onto him like she just found rescue in an ocean.

Clara winces sharply as her tears taper, more energy escaping from her mouth. ]

Hurts. Most definitely sucks as bad as I remember.

[twelfthsong]

[He can't help but let out his own watery laugh at that as he continues to cling onto her, refusing to let go.]

That's just how you know you're alive. [He pulls back to get a better look at her face.] And you kept your face.

[makemeasong]

We both know I'm a control freak.

[ Clara presses her forehead to his and sniffles, dragging his hands to her chest so he can feel her hearts before covering his hands with her own. ]

I'm exhausted. Stay with me?

[ She'll likely be out for a long time, but for a while at least, she wants to do her healing in his arms. ]

[twelfthsong]

Even through a regeneration. Talk about a defining characteristic.

[He teases her before nodding and cradling her in his arms and close to his chest much like how they had been several hours earlier.]

I'm not going anywhere. Well, unless you send me away for at beck and call; I wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly developed some kind of odd food craving.

[makemeasong]

Don't worry, your time's coming and it'll probably be really weird. Weirder than pregnancy cravings.

[ She's only regenerated one other time and that was after escaping the Time War, when her face changed to begin with. There was no beck and call then - now that they know she isn't going to die, there's so much more to talk about. ]

Hopefully I remember other languages when I wake up. [ Since her brain seems to only work in Gallifrey right now. ]

[ It's like a switch is flipped off; as soon as she mumbles out an endearment for him she falls asleep. Except this time she's breathing, chest rising and falling under his touch, both hearts firmly beating. She sleeps for nearly sixteen hours before finally showing signs of waking. ]

[ Rolling onto her back, she presses her hands to her face and rubs then fumbles out of bed, calling out for him. ]

Right, legs. Legs....working? They work. [ She's wobbly until she finally gets it. Face is the same, everything else is new, and she holds out an arm, flopping it around. ] Heavier than usual. Are my hips wider?

[twelfthsong]

God help us all when you do.

[He stays there until she drifts back to sleep, waiting until her breath evens out and her heart beats slow. He brushes back some hair before carefully extracting himself out of the bed, gathering the mugs and heading back downstairs.

The wandering part of him is tempted to explore the area, but he doesn't venture further than the garden taking note of the plants that have taken root there since they had last been there. The last thing the Doctor wanted was for Clara to wake up and not see him there. Regeneration was disorienting process at the best of times and he didn't necessarily fancy a run around the planet looking for his wife - although actually, the thought was rather funny for him to be on the receiving end of.

Instead he spends the rest of his time pouring through the books in the living room, reading for just the sake of reading. He's stirred mid-sentence from her call and he takes the stairs several at a time to run to the bedroom in time to see her like a bit of a new fawn.]

Your hips were always like that, you're probably just seeing them for the first time. How are the lungs? Kidneys? Liver?

[makemeasong]

[ Taking a deep breath, she holds it as she pokes and prods at her stomach before exhaling. ]

All good, except the left kidney is two millimeters smaller than the right and...

[ With both hands she cups her chest then frowns. ] Smaller. You'll have to decide if you're still happy with taste and everything else you like.

[ Running to the mirror she sticks out her tongue to look at it before spinning around to look at him. ]

Curry. Curry and pickles, please. [ There's the weird cravings. ]

[twelfthsong]

The taste of what? You? I'll be happy no matter how you taste or where you kidneys are placed.

[It's a small nod to her earlier comment about her loving his face no matter what he looked like.]

Curry and pickles? [He raises a brow, an amused light in his eyes.] Can't be any worse than fish fingers and custard. But whatever the missus wants.

[makemeasong]

Running her finger over her teeth she hums. First, tell me if I kiss the same.

[ Before giving him much of a chance to reply, Clara pulls his face into her hands to kiss him thoroughly, giving it her best go before pulling back with a flourish, grinning at him. ]

Well?

[twelfthsong]

[Before he knows it her lips are on his again, and he can't help but chuckle after a brief sound of muffled surprise. There's no other course of action but to oblige her and kiss her right back.]

Still the same. And you still taste like magic. [He runs his tongue briefly over his lips.] With maybe a hint more citrus.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara smiles serenely at him before tugging at his hand. ] Feed me, please.

[ She decides to keep his sweatshirt on, pantsless, because why bother when it hangs down on her because he's so much taller? ]

Brownies! Brownies, too.

[twelfthsong]

[He smiles lovingly down at her before leading her by the hand down the stairs.]

Do you want me to start on the curry and pickles first? I do only have 2 hands you know.

[makemeasong]

I'll help you. Maybe. Do I know how to make any of that?

[ She can't remember. ] Wait, do I like pickles? We'll find out.