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

[ 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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