𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅲ [✓]

The Time Of The Doctor Pt. 7

*Town*

Everything is in flames as people run.

"What am I supposed to do?" Clara asks.

"He shouldn't die alone. Go to him" Tasha says.

*Tower*

The Doctor is working on a wooden dog.

"Barnable?" the Doctor asks.

"Clara" a venerable Doctor with thin grey hair drops the toy and looks around in his chair "hello, Doctor "were you always so young?"

"Nah, that was you."

"Ah" he kisses her hand.

"Merry Christmas," Clara says.

"Merry Christmas" they try to pull the cracker, but the Doctor's hand isn't strong enough.

"Hey, it's ok. It's all right, don't worry" Clara helps him make the cracker go bang.

"Ah! Is there a joke? Huh?" Clara reads the slip of paper.

"Extract from Thoughts on a Clock by Eric Ritchie junior."

"Is it a knock knock one? Those are best."

"I don't think so."

"Well, read it. Go on."

"And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking twelve's."

"I don't get it," the Doctor says.

"Doctor! The Doctor will be brought!" a huge Dalek Mothership hovers over the village "the Daleks demand the Doctor" a young man runs in.

"They're here. The Daleks, we can't stop them. They want you."

"Oh, all right, Barnable. Are you Barnable?"

"No, Doctor."

"It's ok, Barnable, don't worry. I have got a plan. Off you pop" the young man leaves to the sounds of explosions outside "I haven't got a plan, but people love it when I say that."

"Doctor, what are you going to do?" Clara asks.

"Oh, I don't know. Talk very fast, hope something good happens, take the credit. That's generally how it works. "

"Doctor."

"Not this time, though. This is it."

"No!"

"Yes. We saw the future, Clara. This is how it ends."

"Change it."

"Ha."

"Like Tasha said, change the future."

"I could have once when there were Time Lords. Not anymore. No. You're going to stay here. Promise me you will."

"Why?"

"I'll be keeping you safe. One last victory. Allow me that. Give me that, my impossible girl. Thank you. And goodbye" he wipes away her tears and totters off up the stairs "the trouble with Daleks is, they take so long to say anything. Probably die of boredom before they shoot me."'

"The Doctor is required!" Clara goes to the crack in the wall.

"Listen to me, you lot. Listen! Help him. Help him change the future. Do it. Do something."

"Doctor!"

"You've been asking two questions, and it's time someone told you you've been getting it wrong. Her name... his name is the Doctor and her name is {Y/N}. All the name they need. Everything you need to know about them. And if you love them, and you should, help him. Help him and help her" Clara finally turns away, then the crack snaps shut. She runs outside to join the villagers and the Daleks, who are looking up at the Doctor in the bell chamber.