[It's been harder to find Clara Oswald than the Doctor had expected it to be. And she had expected it to be hard. The circumstances where she lost Clara to her fate, the odd mix of missing memory lost and then found. But found too late. And then the surfacing of a deeper memory, from far back, from the days when she'd only just begun to be the Doctor (though her recent discoveries about her own personal timeline lately have muddled so much up.)
How could she have forgotten her face? How could she have lost the memory from centuries and centuries ago, the first time she'd given her heart away and been given one in return. The Doctor will puzzle that out as well, but the revelation has made one thing clear. That she needs to find Clara, even if she knows she probably shouldn't.
She finds her, finally, in the most surprising place. When she rechecks the coordinates she almost wants to laugh, as she sees where it is. Of course she remembers the diner, remembers the frustration of not knowing at the time, the added frustration when she remembers much later and suddenly that memory has so much context.
So there's no stopping her. The TARDIS is parked far enough away that it won't draw notice, that there won't be a chance of Clara hearing her coming. She still doesn't know what she's doing here. Clara won't know her face, not this one. It's safe to check in on her, to see her, right? But oh the Doctor know that won't be enough.
And it isn't. She steps through that door and is struck immediately, a full on body blow, by that smile.]
I've been to much worse nowheres. [Her Clara. The Doctor makes her way to a seat at the counter, looking across at the other woman, eyes roaming her face. There are the beginning, there are so many beginnings and so many ends. It is physically painful not to reach out. Instead she folds her hands.] A milkshake would be brilliant.
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How could she have forgotten her face? How could she have lost the memory from centuries and centuries ago, the first time she'd given her heart away and been given one in return. The Doctor will puzzle that out as well, but the revelation has made one thing clear. That she needs to find Clara, even if she knows she probably shouldn't.
She finds her, finally, in the most surprising place. When she rechecks the coordinates she almost wants to laugh, as she sees where it is. Of course she remembers the diner, remembers the frustration of not knowing at the time, the added frustration when she remembers much later and suddenly that memory has so much context.
So there's no stopping her. The TARDIS is parked far enough away that it won't draw notice, that there won't be a chance of Clara hearing her coming. She still doesn't know what she's doing here. Clara won't know her face, not this one. It's safe to check in on her, to see her, right? But oh the Doctor know that won't be enough.
And it isn't. She steps through that door and is struck immediately, a full on body blow, by that smile.]
I've been to much worse nowheres. [Her Clara. The Doctor makes her way to a seat at the counter, looking across at the other woman, eyes roaming her face. There are the beginning, there are so many beginnings and so many ends. It is physically painful not to reach out. Instead she folds her hands.] A milkshake would be brilliant.