makemeasong | time is a flat thing and we are always separating

[ Clara makes a sound in the back of her throat somewhere between a gasp and a sob, covering her mouth with her hands. The counter is still between them and as she stares at the woman in front of her, she knows it's true. It's always been the Doctor's eyes that Clara would know anywhere. ]

How?

[ The distance between them is too much and she walks around, never taking her eyes off of this person who is the Doctor. Her Doctor as much as she's theirs, no matter the face, no matter when in time. ]

Did you—did you die?

[ Die, regenerate, her brain knows the technical differences but doesn't bother. She looks horrified at the realization that it's the only reason the Doctor has a new face. ]

[She slides from the stool to her feet, watching Clara approach. Every last cell in her body is screaming at her to reach out, to take the other woman into her arms and hug her hard enough to make up for all the time since they last saw one another.]

I did. Almost for good, before I had some sense knocked into me.

[She admits, because if anyone deserves the honesty it's Clara. Really, it all could've been worse, really. She'd been ready for it all to just be over for a stretch. But more importantly.]

That's when I remembered you. [Not just the lack of her.]

I have missed you so much, Clara Oswald.

[She holds a hand out towards her, tentative, an offer.]

[ The Doctor doesn't have to worry for long about whether or not Clara will step forward. She's practically flinging herself into the other woman's arms just as the dam breaks on the sobs she's been trying to keep at bay.

She didn't even cry when she was dying, not like this, but she's too tired to keep being brave right now, and she's too full of tears. She's an absolute mess, clinging, holding on as tightly as she can.

When they begin to taper off she finally pulls back, but not away. ]

You found me. You found me.

[ She has to repeat it, she needs this to be real, which prompts her to ask. ]

Is this real? This has to be real.

[ If she wakes up from this dream, she isn't sure she'll be able to get out of bed again. ]

[There. This. This is exactly where Clara should be. The Doctor winds her arms around the other woman tightly, holding her with a sense of relief that is unmistakable. Those sobs, those tears, they claw at her chest, but at least now she can hold her through them. Her fingers move in soothing patterns across Clara's back, giving her this moment Waiting.]

I found you. You didn't make it easy. But I found you.

[And she does not intend to lose her again now.] You feel real to me.

[Clara is right. It has to be real. The Doctor might break as well, if it turns out to be a dream.]

[ Sniffling and wiping her cheeks with her thumbs, she has to simply look at the Doctor. There's so much to process and she has no idea where to start. ]

I'm sorry.

[ It isn't what she thought, but then she's crying again. ]

I didn't want you to forget, I didn't want it as soon as I knew it was happening to you.

[ Hiccupping, she makes an effort to stop crying again, and though she doesn't need to, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. ]

I missed you so much.

[The Doctor shakes her head, and this time it's her hands that rise to settle against Clara's face, thumbs brushing aside those newly fallen tears. She hesitates only a moment before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.]

I'm sorry too. For so many things.

[And they both had known the potential outcomes, had both acted with eyes wide open. It hadn't made it hurt any less, and the Doctor would be lying to pretend that finding these memories once more had been painful, at knowing just what she had lost.

Her expression softens, achingly fond.] I missed you too.

[The words don't cover it, don't fully encompass it. Missing, yes, but felt like some critical part of herself was simply gone.]

Run away with me?

[ Clara lets out a watery laugh, nodding even as she finally composes herself enough to finally agree aloud. ]

I'll go anywhere with you. [ She pauses before adding: ] Fancy a bit of a drastic change?

[ Already, she's reaching for the Doctor's hand, not knowing what will happen. All that she knows is that she's still running, but this time, maybe, toward something. What she does know, is that she won't be making it to Gallifrey anytime soon. ]

Edited (i hated my tag so i added to it lmao) 2023-02-05 15:37 (UTC)

[Somehow, even if she'd known the answer, even if Clara had said as much, there's still a wash of relief through the Doctor at those words.]

Anywhere is exactly where I'm headed.

[Anywhere and everywhere. She reaches out to take that hand in hers, fingers curling around Clara's securely. There's more than this she needs to tell her, but this is a start.

A start that she's apparently taking the next step on as she lifts their joined hands so she can press a kiss to the back of Clara's hand.] You know me, always up for change.

[ It would take her breath away if she had any, that small gesture; she thinks of those last moments on Trap street. Then, she remembers all of the moments after four and a half billion years. They'd had their privacy, and she'd said things that she'd swore she would never repeat, ever. Not unless there were to the Doctor.

She never imagined then, she would be here now with another chance. There's no pulse beneath that wrist, but does it matter? ]

Doesn't matter what changes. As long as I still have you.

[ She's come so far since the first regeneration. Those words come out a little watery, but she's smiling and gladly, willingly, leaves her sad, soulless life behind. Her TARDIS will take care of itself, and it isn't as though she won't know where to find it. ]

[The lack of pulse is a reminder, but Clara is still here. Clara is smiling at her and the Doctor can't find it in her to sink into guilt just now, far too buoyed by the relief and happiness at finding her Clara after all this time.]

You have me. You always have. Always will.

[A little tug.]

Come on. It's not a long walk, but I parked a little ways away.

[ Clara follows, lacing their fingers together so that their palms press flat. There's so much she wants to ask, things she wants to say. It's been a long time; her own eyes have age behind them now, though she looks as youthful as ever. Silently, she wonders how long it's been since that last time in the 'diner.'

She's quiet all the way to the TARDIS, trying to wrangle all of her thoughts. It isn't until they're inside the old girl with the door closed that she finally speaks, lips tugging down in a gentle frown. ]

It's darker.

[ Clara turns to face the Doctor, studying her intently. It isn't so much what the TARDIS looks like, as it is she's worried over what the changes mean. Or, she could be blowing things out of proportion, it's been known to happen. Sometimes. ]

You weren't alone, were you?

At the end.

[She answers softly as she makes her way up towards the console, shrugging out of her coat to drape it over a rail, turning to face Clara again. Given how everything had gone, it was better that she'd been by herself for that change.]

But not at the beginning. [Which had helped, immediately falling straight into a group of new friends. But she looks around at the TARDIS, considering.]

I guess it is. I love it, really.

[She offers a smile and holds a hand out to Clara once more, beckoning her closer.]

You're fretting.

[ Automatically, Clara takes that offered hand and steps close, ale to look right into eyes she feels like she's known all of her life. Maybe she has, going all the way back to the moment the Doctor stole the TARDIS. A part of her, always saving her Doctor.

Offering a somewhat sheepish smile, she squeezes the other woman's hand in her own. ]

When do I not? I've been fretting for over a century while I bop around the universe.

[ Reaching out, her fingers lightly brush away hair from the Doctor's cheek. ]

What do you mean 'at the end?'

Fretting'll give you wrinkles.

[The Doctor informs even if they both know that in Clara's case, that is not only untrue but absolutely impossible.

The Doctor looks back into those eyes, and Clara doesn't even know the full extent of how much she's saved her. Those memories so recently broken open, of those same dark eyes looking into hers when they were the eyes of another man, centuries and centuries ago.

She finds herself turning into the incidental brush of those fingers at her cheek.]

When I regenerated this last time. It was a bit messy. I put it off for too long, tried to stop the process. Right stubborn bastard that I was being at the time. When I finally let it happen, it made a mess of the TARDIS. More so than usual.

[ At the words they both know are untrue, Clara makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. She doesn't care what she is anymore, as long as she's here now, with the person she loves.

Her features drop when she gets further explanation, and she can't help herself reaching out to hold onto the other woman somewhere, deciding to reach out with both hands to cradle her face. ]

Why didn't you want to regenerate? Why were you fighting it?

[ She doesn't like thinking about it, a universe without the Doctor in it. A universe where she would've still existed without the person she loves co-existing in space with her. ]

[The Doctor goes still at the touch of those hands, but makes no attempt to move away from them or discourage the touch. On the contrary she needs it, the reassurance of the reality of this moment.

But Clara has asked her a question.]

I lost too much, I think. I was sick of the loss, the changing.

[A faint flicker of a smile.] Forgot for a bit that and end means there's no more loss, but there's no more finding either.

[This new her, oh the pain and the loss are still there, buried deep and worn on her sleeve at the same time. But there's a hope that's reemerged, a readiness to marvel at a universe that still holds so much wonder in it.

And no bigger wonder than the woman in front of her.] Maybe I needed the reminder.

[ Clara wishes she could promise there would be no more loss, no further grief to hurt either of them. But life isn't that way, and it wouldn't be fair. Instead, she strokes her thumbs across the Doctor's cheeks and manages a small smile. ]

I'm gonna be pretty annoying about making sure you never forget again.

[ It feels like if she drops her hands, she'll lose a warmth she's craving, and so instead of that, she presses their foreheads together lightly. ]

I was lonely without you, I understand why you've always traveled with someone. After Ashildr and I parted ways, I didn't want anyone else. Not for more than a go at a time, I mean. I realized after a while, it didn't feel the way I kept hoping it would.

Already with the threats.

[Her tone is light, but there's a flash of gratitude in her eyes that is unmistakable for anyone who knows her. And if anyone does, it's Clara.

She's glad the touch lingers, and her own hands find purchase at well, one wrapping around Clara's waist -- a far more intimate and possessive touch than she'd ever allowed herself before, well, at least in recent history, the other lifting to slip fingers into soft, dark hair.]

The universe is a big, empty place to be alone. [A pause and her voice is quieter when she speaks again.] Neither of us is alone anymore. Welcome home, Clara.

[ It's so easy to fall into the act of finally being the way they want to be with one another. It feels like they always have done, though Clara has no idea how true that is.

Easily, even despite the fact they're much closer in height now, Clara folds herself against the Doctor, tucking her arms between them and resting her head against the other woman's chest. If anything, her breast makes for a much more pleasant experience. ]

There. Now I'm home. Although, it's good to be on the TARDIS again. I missed her, too. [ Clara's quiet, listening to the double heart beat beneath her ear for a few seconds. ]

Now what do we do? I'm technically still—

[ She cuts herself off; no need to say the last word aloud. They know. ]

[Those words shake a soft smile out of her, feeling both hearts surge with warmth. The Doctor hesitates only a moment before leaning forward to press her face to Clara's head, nuzzling into that soft hair. Her eyes fall mostly shut.

The Doctor feels like she's come home too, for the first time in a long time.]

You are. Technically.

[Though her own twin hearts are beating, Clara's is not.]

We find a solution. [Has the Doctor learned her lesson? No, not at all. But she's at least ready to find a less, well, brute force desperate route.]

[ Clara sighs softly with contentment at how close they are; she thinks they were close to this before it all went so wrong on Trap Street. She was allowed to touch without asking, and when she hugged, she was hugged in return. They would have gotten to this, she knows it.

For a few moments, there's only quiet as the Doctor's words hang in the air. The last solution nearly came at the cost of the universe. When she speaks again, there's a crack in her voice that sounds nearly pleading. ]

You can't leave me again. Please, don't ever leave me again.

[ There'd be no debating about going to Gallifrey then to turn herself in. She doesn't want this anymore without the woman currently holding her. ]

time is a flat thing and we are always separating

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sorry for the delay, headache murdered me yesterday

oh no D: I hope you're feeling better <3 (and never a need to apologize!)

much better thanks <3

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