"Where are your brains," I rolled my eyes, as Clara glared at me. "I mean, do I look like a male to you? I'm a Timelady." I stated. She looked somewhat guilty, as she mouthed 'sorry' to me. I nodded, excepting her apology.
"But there is one more," I stated, turning to the doctor once more.
"The master." I smirked
"Dead." The doctor answered quickly.
"Are you so sure," I raised an eyebrow, and smiled a little. "The master was known for tricking people." I added.
"I should go." I stated, after a few seconds of complete silence.
"Come with me. Travel with Clara and I." The doctor pleaded. I looked into his eyes, and saw desperation.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Tresalore. It's coming soon. But don't worry, I'll be there for you're final moments." I spoke, taking his hand in mine for a few moments, then letting go.
"I always wondered why you hated endings." I stated.
"It's because sand shoes never wanted to go." I added, as I walked to the door way. I turned back to see the doctor, with tears down his cheeks, and Clara, standing next to him.
"Goodbye Doctor, Clara. See you at Trensalore." I smiled before walking away.
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One more timelord >> Doctor Who
Short StoryCascade walks in on the three doctors (war doctor, 10 and 11) and Clara talking. What will happen when the doctor (11) finds out who she really is? Based at the end of Day Of The Doctor ||DISCLAIMER: I don't won the doctor who day of the doctor char...
