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Finally able to maneuver his way out of his time stream, the Doctor carried Clara into the long-dead console room. It unnerved him from minute one that this dead TARDIS had the same desktop theme as his current one. How far off could his death be? Laying Clara on the floor, he pushed those thoughts from his mind. Madame Vastra and Jenny rushed forward with Strax curiously waddling up behind them. “Is she alright?” asked Jenny. “Give her some air, darling,” said Vastra, gently pulling her back a step. The Doctor barely heard them. He was focused only on Clara. He sat her up and held her face in his hands. “Clar

Summary: What if things went just a little bit differently at the end of The Crimson Horror “But, Doctor,” Jenny pleaded, “Clara. You never explained.” The Doctor clapped her on the shoulder and considered it. “No, I didn’t. And I can’t.” “You can’t?” asked Madame Vastra. “No, honestly. I don’t know why, but there is more than one of her in the universe.” “Perhaps that deal you made,” ventured Vastra. “You save the world if the universe saves Clara.” “I made that bargain in a fit of grief to a god I didn’t believe in,&

"Come out, cowards, and face your death!" shouted Leftenant Smythe as he and what was left of his men arrived at the barn. "Cowards?" the Doctor called down. "Who's cowering? This is strategy!" "So is this." Smythe nodded to some hay bales on the side of the barn and his men went to gather kindling. The Doctor ignored this. "I'm only counting ten men there, Smith. You had thirty against thirteen and they whittled you down to ten?" "They were slaughtered for their troubles," he sneered. "Aye, but they took you down with them!" said Jamie proudly. "Can you not just admit that the English don't know how to fight and go home with what's left

"That should do it," said Rory as he finished changing the bandages on one of the wounded. He got up and went over to Amy who was standing watch at the entrance. "I don't think he's gonna make it." "I don't think most of them are," she said sadly as she looked around. "So, this friend of the Doctor's; What do you think?" "He seems like a nice enough bloke." "Did they seem..." Rory wasn't quite sure how to put it. "What?" "A bit... intimate?" "There does seem to be some history there. That doesn't bother you does it?" "No, of course not, it's just... he's married to our daughter." "I don't think he would leave River. I think he just h

Title: How To Say 'I Love You' Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John Spoilers: A Scandal in Belgravia Rating: PG Warnings: none Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to Stephen Moffat, Mark Gatiss, and Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle Summary: Irene Adler imparts some final wisdom They were standing on an airfield in Pakistan, him and Irene Adler. She was about to leave on a plane to America, full of homebound soldiers. "I imagine this is the last time we'll ever see each other," said Sherlock. "I imagine so," said Irene with all the sentiment Sherlock had, which was none, as they both liked to pretend. "Well… It's been fun. Thanks for saving my lif

Sestrin poured his morning glass of mara juice and took it to the table. He read over the morning news as he took his first sip. Suddenly the words on the page began to blur and he felt his throat begin to close up. "Hello father." The Master stepped out of a corner on the far side of the room. "Son!" gasped Sestrin. "Help me." "You know, I searched for decades for what killed my mother. Before she died she was nursing a tree in the public gardens. A willow tree, from Earth." "Please!" "You see, what I didn't know is that she always gave you samples of her plants for your chemistry experiments." He held up a vial. "This simple little ext