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

[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

much better thanks <3

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