"You were quick,"
"Time machine. I backed up a bit," the Doctor replies.
"Doctor! Face me! Can you hear me? Get out of that TARDIS and face me, boy!"
"Boy?" Clara questions, the Doctor opens the doors and pokes his head out.
"You have gone too far. You have broken every code you ever lived by," Ohila says.
"After all this time, after everything I've done, don't you think the universe owes me this?"
"Owes you what? All you're doing is giving her hope,"
"Since when is hope a bad thing?"
"Hope is a terrible thing on the scaffold," the Doctor pulls his head back in, closes the door and the TARDIS dematerialises.
"What do you think of the new wheels?" He asks, looking at Clara.
"Basic,"
"Classic! Look at the colour scheme,"
"Its all white,"
"Genius! Check your heartbeat again. I think that you'll find you have one," the Doctor says.
"Yeah?"
"It should have restarted when we broke free of Gallifrey's time zone. You're alive! Now I just have to shake off the Time Lord's. There's only one place I can do that. What do you say to lunch, followed by breakfast? Because we're time travellers and that's how we roll. Then cocktails with Moses. Then I'm going to invent a flying submarine. Why? Because no one ever has and it's annoying. And maybe we should use this TARDIS to find my proper one. I need to change my shirt,"
"That all sounds great, but it will sound better if we get {Y/n} back on board as well," the Doctor stops all movements and looks down as if snapping out of a trance.
"{Y/n}," he whispers. Clara notices and goes to walk over but notices something.
"Doctor, I still don't have a pulse,"
"Oh, you just haven't found it yet. Try again,"
"I know how to take my pulse. Look, I know how to do it. See, no pulse, right?" The Doctor puts on his sunglasses and checks the back of Clara's neck. Three zeros still show. He takes the glasses off and tosses them on the console.
"Is it still there? Don't lie to me,"
"Er, maybe I just have to fly a little bit further, give it a bit more welly," the Doctor says.
"They said, your lot, that if you saved me, Time would fracture. What does that mean?"
"Oh, they're exaggerating. They exaggerate all the time. History will be fine. Time will heal. It's always does,"
"Always?"
"Yeah. It'll sort itself out. It'll be all right. You have a heartbeat. Or don't you trust me anymore?"
"No, not when you're shouting. Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in space, forward in time. We're going to the last hours of the universe. We're going long past where the Time Lord's were hiding. Literally, to the end. They won't be able to track us there. We'll just be there for a minute. I just need to. I need to make an adjustment," the Doctor says.
"To what?"
"Its nothing, really. It's this,"
"The neural block. Human compatible, that's what you said," the time rotor stops.
"I don't have to stay here long. Er, check your heartbeat again. Your timeline must have started by now. A pulse, Yeah? You have a pulse, yes? Pulse? Let me do it," the Doctor says.
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☆ Alone In this World ☆
Fanfiction*The 12th Doctor is severly underrated, I personally adore the man! I would love to see more people write fanfics about 12 :) little side rant* Before, it was just a man and his box. But one day, he finds someone oddly intriguing on their first enc...
