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[She had just taken a moment to look around at the crowd of people. She wasn't even sure what had caught her eyes, but within a second she had frozen up. Her body tensed, and her heart hammered in her chest. And then suddenly, she was jostled by someone beside her in the crowd.] Sorry, I— sorry. [That was when she realized her cheeks were wet.]

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There is a boy! You just blushed. You like him. [Clara teased her, completely taking pleasure in this. She couldn't help the smug grin on her face as Amelia seemed to try and not make it a big deal or anything.] You have to tell me everything. When did you meet him? [She opened the car door and slid into the seat, making room for Amelia to come in.]

I'm still not sure. |Amelia and Clara|

[Amelia could see Clara’s face cycling through a range of different expressions, clearly she was thinking about something. Ami had considered asking Clara about what she was thinking about, but decided against it as she thought Clara may think she was prying. It probably wasn’t any of her business anyway. She did enjoy Clara’s company however, it was nice to have the company of somebody else who had been through something similar to herself. Her eyes widened at what Clara brought up.] Um. [She blushed deeper.] There might be. [Ami smiled widely, feeling the dimples in her cheeks come out, like they always had when she smiled too widely.] Is that a new phone? [She raised an eyebrow, before remembering what had happened to the last one.] Oh yeah, I forgot.  

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[Clara paused at her words, looking at the angel. There was really no point in lying to her, Clara thought.] No, no you're actually right. I, well, I was sort of shattered into a million pieces, a million versions of myself, across time and space?

[Anna nodded] That is one way to end up here [She smiled slightly] But I swear I saw you before, I have been watching earth so long and if I was not wrong I have seen you plenty of times in every century. [She shook her head] I could be mistaking.

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"It's sad to hear that it mostly ends up that way. What are the other ways?" She couldn't help but be curious about it. This goddess, Sigyn, she must have remembered the old ways. It was never fair that the angriest, blood thirsty ones ever seemed to get remembered. Remembered and feared, the latter was a big portion of the reasoning of being remembered. 

Her gaze dropped for a moment when Sigyn asked where she had gotten the leaf. "From here. It blew into my dad's face... a long time ago. It blinded him and he stumbled into the street. If it wasn't for my mother grabbing him, he would have been hit by a car." A small smile appeared on her lips as she began to recite the story for her. "It was the first time they ever met. They dated, and got married, and they kept the leaf as a symbol. My mother, she always wanted to travel, and she placed the leaf in my book." She looked over at her. "That leaf could have blew anywhere, but it didn't. It just happened to land on his face. It's our... my family's history." 

A Mother's Pain || Open

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And a very confused Doctor.

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"You're the one to talk!" She couldn't help but laugh at him, shaking her head. It did seem somewhat right though, him getting to call the shots on what was cool or not. Granted, there were some things that were mistaken by him as cool, like fezzes for example. "Alright, no more betting on bake-offs." She held her hands up jokingly for a moment, glancing down at the rest of the mess. She'd clean it up, it wouldn't take her too long, but she always waited to clean up (though she tended to be neat while she cooked) after she popped the batter into the oven. 

His next words were surprising, and after he had kissed her temple, she gave him a curious look. She didn't remember the memory all too well, it was just a story that had been told her a few times by her mother. Still to this day, if she ever lost something (which she remembered only when he mentioned finding what he was searching for), she went to a quiet place to think. His comment about the monks connected the rest of the dots in her head. The thing that he had been looking for; it was her. 

She couldn't help the small smile that managed to stretch across her lips. That had to be some kind of sign. He was searching for her, and the universe had seemingly brought them together though neither of them hadn't known that it had. She dropped her hands which she was playing with her necklace when the oven beeped. Turning, she reached for the pan and paused when she saw the Doctor drop the book on the counter and turn to her. 

"Doc—?" She was taken by surprise when his arms wrapped around her in a way she hadn't quite felt in awhile. His words, under my protection, came up briefly in her mind. Without a second thought, she put her arms around him. "Is everything okay? Is she okay?" She asked carefully, pulling back slightly after a moment, searching his face. 

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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[Clara couldn't help but feel guilty when she heard Ami tell her that she probably wouldn't want to go home. She would hate to lose such a good friend, and one she could talk to about especially about the strange happenings going on around London. She always had the Doctor, but it was nice to have a girl to confide in too. Clara was about to tell her that she'd be more than a little sad if the time ever came that she'd have to go when she caught Amelia's blush.] Other people? There's a boy, isn't there? [Clara pulled out her phone, which she had to bribe away from Angie ever since the accident. If there was a time for the TARDIS, it was now. Angie could definitely use a new phone.]

I'm still not sure. |Amelia and Clara|

Yeah, I suppose it is, but I guess I’d just never thought about it that way before now. [She smiled weakly, wanting to laugh at herself but deciding against it. She thought about Clara’s question for a moment before nodding to herself.] I guess, if you’d asked me a few months ago, I would have said yes. You know, to be back with my friends. But now that I’ve met so many new people, made so many new friends, and- [She bit her lip, blushing as Daniel crossed her mind.] -other people. [She giggled.] Yes, we should, I mean, I guess we wont be fit for driving by the end of the night.

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"If anyone could talk their way out of a bake-off to save the universe, it'd be you. However, it'd be much cooler if a soufflé saved the universe instead." She said with a teasing smile, lifting the spoon up to give herself a tiny taste of what he had accomplished so far. It tasted spot on delicious at least, which was a nice surprise. Perhaps he could manage a bake-off if he wanted. 

She continued to mix the batter as he muttered after her about the book. She had never looked at the foreward before, and she honestly hadn't really had a reason to. She had briefly scanned over the first  few sentences thanking everyone who had been a part of her book. She gave him a look about the man on the swings. "I suppose so. I don't really remember it." She shrugged lightly. 

The moment he said that perhaps he was meant to read it, she looked up at him curiously. Maybe she should have taken the time to read it, but even if she had read it before she had known the Doctor, she was sure she would have understood nothing. She was tempted to ask him what he had found, but she decided against it. She moved from the counter and collected a pan to pour the mixture into. On her way back to the counter, she went ahead and flipped the oven on. The batter poured smoothly and evenly into the pan, and with a satisfied smile, she glanced back over at the Doctor. 

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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"Let's hope you don't end up being put into a bake-off to save the universe." She grinned. 

When he squeezed her hand, she gave him a tiny smile. She was going to be there for him as much as she could be. It was amazing how much a touch could do. The gentlest hand squeeze could communicate so much between them. Ever since Trenzalore, every time he touched her it felt as if her skin was on fire. It was like all her nerve endings lit up and it seemed as if she had been waiting for a hand to intertwine with hers just perfectly all her life.

She did not miss the beginnings of tears, she had always been observant, and she listened quietly as she flipped through the pages. She knew what it was like to lose someone, and she had come to understand that she wasn't the first to ever travel with him. She had lost one though, and she couldn't imagine what it was like to lose as much as he had. "You should keep it." She finally said, reaching out and touching his arm. "You should read it. It's a wonderful story. They're all quite good."

She glanced over at the mixture again, putting the mixing spoon in it to start blending it again. "I think you're meant to at least read it. I wasn't suppose to get anything that day I found it. I was in trouble for talking to a stranger on the swings. I was suppose to stay with my mum in the flower shop, but I ended up wandering into this book shop instead. I found it at the back underneath all these discarded books, my mum said I was covered in dust. She said I wouldn't let it go, and the lady let me have it for free."  

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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"Yeah. Definitely not going to help. That's why I'm the baker." She said with a wink, looking at the measuring cups and spoons he had already used to gauge what he had already put into the mixture. 

She had been expecting some funny tale to come out of his mouth that got him excited. Something that animated him and made him move about and make his hands fly about. Something that would make his beautiful green eyes twinkle mischievously and that smile stretch across his face. Perhaps she'd even see him straighten his bowtie while he talked, something that she had found herself missing as he wore different clothes. Instead, it seemed to do quite the opposite. 

The slight smile on her face had vanished, and she watched him softly. "Doctor?" Her own voice was soft as well, her hand reaching and touching the top of his hand gently. 

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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She couldn't help but laugh at his comment. "That's the thing about baking. Nothing has to be perfect. My mum, I don't ever remember her measuring anything she ever put in a bowl. She always just knew how much to put in." A slow smile stretched across her features as the memory of her mother making a soufflé. How she used to watch her as a little girl, eagerly ready to test anything and lick the spoons when she was done. She wouldn't let him quit now though. He had already stirred up something special.

She stared at him for a moment, her mind thinking of all the things that could be actually, properly, real before pushing it to the side with a shake of her head. "There's a character in this book that has to be you." Slowly, she pulled the book from her chest and flipped it over, her fingers running over the cover. "Artie and I had just discussed it right before I met you. You probably remember the girl." She handed it to him. She still didn't care for the image of the girl anymore. "Did you know the author?" 

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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When she felt his arm on her shoulder, she leaned into him. She didn't care if she got flour on her night shirt. "Cinnamon's good, I do enjoy some cinnamon buns." She said with a smile. If she remembered correctly, she had a cinnamon scented candle somewhere in her room. She'd have to light it for him sometime. "Have you preheated the oven yet?" She couldn't help but ask, raising her eyebrows slightly amused at him. 

"No, no, you haven't done anything." She told him softly, reaching up and brushing some of the flour off of his cheek. "It's just— something just occurred to me. It might not be important, but I have this feeling that I need to show you. And well, I want to ask because I've read this book a long time ago and I never imagined it could be anything more than fictional." Surely some of it was fiction, but could that character be the Doctor? Anything was quite possible now it seemed.

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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She took another step into the living room, and then she heard something to her left. Turning towards the kitchen, she immediately smiled when she saw him looking into the living room. She pressed the book even tighter against her chest as he asked her what was wrong. Quickly, she shook her head, taking a few steps towards him. "Nothing's wrong. I just—" She stopped talking once she entered the kitchen, seeing the mess of the kitchen. 

"Since when did you start baking?" She teased him lightly, looking curiously over into the bowl. The mixture inside was dark, and it smelled fairly enticing. "What are you making?" She didn't see any recipe book lying around. She supposed he could be making something from memory, however,  she had never come across an oven in the TARDIS. She could have been hiding it from her for all Clara knew, but he didn't seem like a baker. Turning her eyes on him, she couldn't help but put him against her mental image of what she believed the Curator to look like. However, now it seemed she could only picture him. 

We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

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total screaming genius, clara oswald: the name of the doctor

"I don’t know where I am. It’s like I’m breaking into a million pieces and there’s only one thing I remember: I have to save the Doctor. He always looks different. I always know it’s him. Sometimes I think I’m everywhere at once, running every second, just to find him, just to save him. But he never hears me—almost never. I blew into this world on a leaf. I’m still blowing. I don’t think I’ll ever land."

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We're all stories in the end | Eleven & Clara

It reminds me of someone. Artie's words still echoed in Clara's head as she headed down the stairs, her fingers running over the spine of the book. Immediately once those words had left his lips, Clara had put it together. She was surprised she hadn't thought of it before, but the last time she had laid eyes on the book she was almost uploaded. After that, any similarities that came out at her now had been pushed far in the back of her mind. She stopped on the bottom step, pausing as she took in the title again. Summer Falls, had been one of her favorite books since she had stumbled across it. She had found it beneath a pile of dusty old books, and she had gotten the oddest feeling when she started pulling the books off one by one until she found it. 

Biting her lip and hugging the book to her chest, she stepped off the stairs and headed into the living room. She couldn't quite leave it be now. It would keep her up all night. "Doctor?" She asked, peering around, frowning at the empty living room. 

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That's good, I guess! It'd be much harder if you did. If he was able to take you back, would you want to go back? [She couldn't help but ask. If she was unhappy, Clara would try to do everything in her power to make sure Ami was sent back home. She'd miss her, of course.] Shall we take a cab?

I'm still not sure. |Amelia and Clara|

Around about six hundred and eighty yeah, maybe a couple of years either way, but still. [Amie threw her a quick smile.] Honestly, I don’t. I always wanted to get away from my family, and I guess a few centuries before they were born is as good as I’m going to get. [She raised an eyebrow at Clara’s question, until now, she hadn’t even thought of it.] Well, I always thought it was an accident, but now I think about it, I did complain to him quite a bit. And don’t worry, it wasn’t insensitive! [She gave Clara a small smile to reassure her that she wasn’t phased by her question.] Well, lets just say that if he had broken my door down, I’d have done more than slap him. [Amelia giggled, remembering the night that Clara and her had met.] I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try. 

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The chair broke easily against the alien in front of her though it had staggered a little from the impact. Clara faced the creature as it straightened and looked at her. Ok, now she was definitely going to die. She threw a fruitless look at her surroundings. She had unknowingly put herself in a harder spot. She could climb under the tables, but she wasn't wearing one of her longer dresses or tights for that matter. Modesty seemed a bit of a luxury, however, in this position. She was just about to fall on her hands and knees when someone came flying forward, a blade in their hand just before it was sunk into the creature's back. She stumbled back at that, her brown eyes going from the alien to the man who had saved her life. 

"Had to do something!" She called back, moving around and towards the man. She didn't get another chance to say anything as the alien's legs gave out and slumped forward off the blade and onto the floor. She stared for a moment at the alien before grabbing it's gun. "You killed it." Her voice came out breathless, the alien gun tight in her hands. She looked over at the man and then back at the alien. "Help me push him over, I want to see that sigil on the front of his tunic again. We might be able to figure maybe why they're here." She glanced back up at the chaotic throng of people and alien. 

"You haven't seen someone waving around a screwdriver, have you?" 

This Is The New Year | Open

It was sort of exciting, being back in the middle of some sort of war zone again. He wasn’t sure exactly what anyone was fighting for, or who they were fighting against, but it was kind of thrilling all the same. To be honest, the party had been rather dull at the beginning – it was all so very polite and civilised, and he kept waiting for the fun to start. An alien invasion hadn’t been what he’d had in mind, but it was better than sitting around watching the band play awful old tunes.

The hall was in complete chaos, and he didn’t really know who was where or what anyone was doing, except that he was aware of screaming and yelling and the firing of shots, figures both human and alien rushing around. One dark figure stood in front of an ice sculpture near to him, pointing a gun in the direction of a human woman who seemed to be fleeing from it – but she hoisted the nearest chair to her into the air and swung it at the creature. Balthazar blinked for a moment, impressed at her bravery despite everything. Then, realising he might actually need to do something, he flew forward, drawing a blade from his jacket and sticking it in the creature’s back.

“Points for originality,” he yelled to the girl, over the sounds of the fighting and the screaming of the creature. “You might need a little more than that, though!”