[Missy. The thought of her always brings a rise of complicated emotions including anger to what she's done to Clara and his brow furrows outside of Clara's view.]
It wasn't your fault. You look for the best in people. [They both did.] Even when they don't deserve it.
[The Doctor takes another moment to answer her question because his ego rears its head. He knows Clara isn't asking why he hadn't figured it out sooner but the critical voice in his head makes it sound like that. It's his own voice, criticizing him for not being more clever, for not knowing, for getting blindsided by his own anger and hate that he couldn't see what was right in front of him. His Clara.
His body deflates, a hint of shame and anger mixing into his voice.]
I didn't know. I thought that there was something in the way it - you - spoke. Something desperate and pleading.
[ Her hands fist in his shirt and Clara closes her eyes, unable to find another thought before exhaustion sweeps through her and she's asleep before meaning to be. Not for long though; she has a dream, that nightmare on the edge of her vision. She's trapped and she's begging him not to go.
But then he walks away and she's left screaming that she's human. She wakes herself up with her own scream on her lips and tears on her cheeks, flailing her limbs in an effort to burst out of a Dalek shell that isn't there. ]
[The Doctor waits for her to say something, waits for her to be upset or to cuss him out - anything really because he feels like he deserves it but also because it would mean Clara wouldn't feel broken in his arms.
But it doesn't come. He feels her breathe and her mind even out into a steady beat and he can't help but hold her close choosing to stay there instead of leave.
He doesn't sleep; not really. If anything he's lulled into a meditation by their heartbeats falling into time. But he's ripped from his meditation by Clara screaming and catching him in the face. Panicked, lets go slightly only to give her room to move. It's only when she's stopped flailing that he reaches for her, gently moving to put his hands on her cautiously.]
[ As soon as she's clear-headed and realization sinks in, Clara slumps against him again but she doesn't cry. The dream took too much out of her already. She won't sleep again either, she knows that.
Pressing a hand to her forehead she winces. ] My head is killing me. [ It's a quiet murmur between them, though her voice is still shaking. ]
[His hands tremble slightly just like Clara's voice as they hover around her, uncertain about what to do. He's never been good at this caring thing - Clara is his carer, his other half that provides a voice of reason and compassion when he fails to do those things himself. He worries that he'll hurt her again more than he already has.
But it's exactly for that reason that he has to do something for her.]
May I?
[His hands reach hesitantly for her head, and if she let him, he gently cups her head, bringing their foreheads together to touch sending out waves of soothing energy towards her mind.]
[ She doesn't protest at all, and any lingering hurt she felt when he hesitated to pull her close fades away. As soon as their foreheads touch she lets out a soft breath and closes her eyes. ]
How are you doing this?
[ Clara's words come out just slightly above a whisper. She doesn't know what he's doing, but it feels safe and she feels like somehow he's just tightened his grip on her. ]
[He can feel her mind beginning to calm, the suggestion he had made taking hold on Clara. Slowly his thumbs begin to draw slow circles around her temples in an attempt to provide some level of relief.]
Your brain waves are all muddled for good reason so this is supposed to help smooth them out. Slow them down. [He knows the answer to his question but he'd rather hear it from her.] How are you feeling?
[ Clara always, always wants to stand strong, to be brave. He saved her, he found her and didn't kill her. She'll live, she'll be fine, and they'll go on to thwart another threat. ]
I'm okay.
[ What a whopper of a lie that is. But she's trying. ]
I think I had a dream about one of the echos. I dunno if that's possible, but you were there. It was you, the younger you, and I was in a Dalek, stuck inside. Did that happen? Did you meet a version of me that died inside a Dalek?
[The Doctor remembers that time. Oswin. She had been every bit as brave, intelligent and sassy as Clara was. And even though he knew Oswin had been echo, it was still a painful tug at his heart.
He nods in reply.]
Her name was Oswin. We called her Soufflรฉ Girl because she kept making them; or rather she thought she was making them. She saved us. She saved me.
[ She says the word quietly, unsure what to say now that he's confirmed it. ]
If she saved you then she did what I'd have done with whatever I had left. [ And isn't that why she jumped into his time stream anyway? To make sure of exactly that. At least she knows it worked. ]
[He falls silent for a moment, partly as a remembrance to Oswin but also to contemplate the perpetual meaning of Clara constantly being put in the path of danger for him - not even by accident sometimes but on her own volition. He knows the smarter thing to stop that from happening is to leave her back in Lancashire with her ordinary job trying to out-teach the pudding brain.]
They take after you for a reason. [He goes to brush the hair that's matted with sweat away from her brow.] Brave even when you shouldn't have to be. Brave because sometimes that's the only choice.
[ Clara's eyes rest on the Doctor's; they're red-rimmed from crying but clear for now. This is the closest she's been to him since he regenerated, the most he's touched her. She could cry just from that alone, but instead she closes her eyes. ]
Do you remember Akhaten? You were letting that massive sun take everything from you. I never knew what brave looked like until then. You were doing that to save everyone. To save me.
Shut up. [ Her voice sounds tired when she says it, but she doesn't look away from him. ]
It is brave to never walk away. I don't understand why you can't just hear it. No one else was trying to do the decent thing, just you. You, by yourself.
[The Doctor's stubborn side rears its head and he can't help but huff.]
That's what I'm there for. So one else has to. [But he didn't want to talk about himself and his martyrdom qualities. This isn't about him.] What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have ever be put in that position, Clara. And it's my fault. I should have noticed sooner I should have done something. Anything to avoid this.
[His relationship with Missy has been, and he suspects, always will be complicated. It's a never ending cycle of him thinking that maybe, just maybe, he's gotten through to her before her chaos wins out in the end.]
Clara I -
[He so desperately wants to blame Missy. But even with that slow, roiling anger there, he can't. He doesn't want to point fingers. All he can think about is that Clara is here and how he felt when he thought that she had been truly dead. His hearts grip again at the thought and he just presses his forehead with a little more pressure into hers.] The point that I think Missy ended up proving to me was that I just can't stand to lose you.
[ Her mouth opens, then closes, but the intensity of his words coupled with the way his forehead presses against hers makes her rethink everything she was about to say. ]
I'm your weakness.
[ The realization makes her heart give a solid thump in her chest before meeting his gaze, suddenly afraid for a totally different reason. ]
[He's closed his eyes - for what reason he doesn't know. Maybe not to look too long at Clara with her big, brown eyes always full of emotion and feeling, or just to give himself a moment of respite - but they snap open when she utters those words.
His thoughts from before about her leaving being the best choice for her own safety surface again. It doesn't even cross his mind to think about her being his weakness, his potential downfall.]
[After what just happened he wouldn't have been surprised if she demanded he take her back home. The Doctor knows he should level set with her. For all their running about and adventures, Clara was still human with delicate, fragile human skin. She could die and he might not be able to bring her back and the thought grips him with so much fear that as much as he wants to send her back to her normal life, he wants her there beside him to keep her safe. To keep him level.
It's as selfish a reason as it is noble. It reeks of dependency, but he still can't bring him to say that she should go.
He needs her.]
It is. But something worse could still happen. What then, Clara?
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It wasn't your fault. You look for the best in people. [They both did.] Even when they don't deserve it.
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[ Her voice is whisper quiet, a little muffled against his chest. After a few seconds of being quiet she can't help but wonder. ]
How did you know? You were so close to... [ Clara chokes off that sentence with a sniffle. ] What made you stop?
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His body deflates, a hint of shame and anger mixing into his voice.]
I didn't know. I thought that there was something in the way it - you - spoke. Something desperate and pleading.
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But then he walks away and she's left screaming that she's human. She wakes herself up with her own scream on her lips and tears on her cheeks, flailing her limbs in an effort to burst out of a Dalek shell that isn't there. ]
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But it doesn't come. He feels her breathe and her mind even out into a steady beat and he can't help but hold her close choosing to stay there instead of leave.
He doesn't sleep; not really. If anything he's lulled into a meditation by their heartbeats falling into time. But he's ripped from his meditation by Clara screaming and catching him in the face. Panicked, lets go slightly only to give her room to move. It's only when she's stopped flailing that he reaches for her, gently moving to put his hands on her cautiously.]
Clara! Clara it's okay. I'm here, you're safe.
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Pressing a hand to her forehead she winces. ] My head is killing me. [ It's a quiet murmur between them, though her voice is still shaking. ]
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But it's exactly for that reason that he has to do something for her.]
May I?
[His hands reach hesitantly for her head, and if she let him, he gently cups her head, bringing their foreheads together to touch sending out waves of soothing energy towards her mind.]
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How are you doing this?
[ Clara's words come out just slightly above a whisper. She doesn't know what he's doing, but it feels safe and she feels like somehow he's just tightened his grip on her. ]
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[He can feel her mind beginning to calm, the suggestion he had made taking hold on Clara. Slowly his thumbs begin to draw slow circles around her temples in an attempt to provide some level of relief.]
Your brain waves are all muddled for good reason so this is supposed to help smooth them out. Slow them down. [He knows the answer to his question but he'd rather hear it from her.] How are you feeling?
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I'm okay.
[ What a whopper of a lie that is. But she's trying. ]
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Clara, you can be honest with me. You don't have to be strong right now.
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I think I had a dream about one of the echos. I dunno if that's possible, but you were there. It was you, the younger you, and I was in a Dalek, stuck inside. Did that happen? Did you meet a version of me that died inside a Dalek?
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He nods in reply.]
Her name was Oswin. We called her Soufflรฉ Girl because she kept making them; or rather she thought she was making them. She saved us. She saved me.
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[ She says the word quietly, unsure what to say now that he's confirmed it. ]
If she saved you then she did what I'd have done with whatever I had left. [ And isn't that why she jumped into his time stream anyway? To make sure of exactly that. At least she knows it worked. ]
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They take after you for a reason. [He goes to brush the hair that's matted with sweat away from her brow.] Brave even when you shouldn't have to be. Brave because sometimes that's the only choice.
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[ Clara's eyes rest on the Doctor's; they're red-rimmed from crying but clear for now. This is the closest she's been to him since he regenerated, the most he's touched her. She could cry just from that alone, but instead she closes her eyes. ]
Do you remember Akhaten? You were letting that massive sun take everything from you. I never knew what brave looked like until then. You were doing that to save everyone. To save me.
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Clara, I'm not brave. I was just trying to do the decent thing and [His gaze lingers on hers.] I had a duty of care.
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It is brave to never walk away. I don't understand why you can't just hear it. No one else was trying to do the decent thing, just you. You, by yourself.
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That's what I'm there for. So one else has to. [But he didn't want to talk about himself and his martyrdom qualities. This isn't about him.] What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have ever be put in that position, Clara. And it's my fault. I should have noticed sooner I should have done something. Anything to avoid this.
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Clara's eyes move over his face, wanting him to put the blame where it really goes for the first time in his life, instead of his own shoulders.
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Clara I -
[He so desperately wants to blame Missy. But even with that slow, roiling anger there, he can't. He doesn't want to point fingers. All he can think about is that Clara is here and how he felt when he thought that she had been truly dead. His hearts grip again at the thought and he just presses his forehead with a little more pressure into hers.] The point that I think Missy ended up proving to me was that I just can't stand to lose you.
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I'm your weakness.
[ The realization makes her heart give a solid thump in her chest before meeting his gaze, suddenly afraid for a totally different reason. ]
Are you gonna make me go?
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His thoughts from before about her leaving being the best choice for her own safety surface again. It doesn't even cross his mind to think about her being his weakness, his potential downfall.]
Why would I make you go? Do you want to go?
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[ One hand wraps around his arm as she looks at him, trying to make sure he can see that she means it. ]
It's you and me, right?
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It's as selfish a reason as it is noble. It reeks of dependency, but he still can't bring him to say that she should go.
He needs her.]
It is. But something worse could still happen. What then, Clara?
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