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Clara stumbled across the control room to the console, fear in her heart and a sickening dread in the pit of her stomach. She knew that this was unanticipated bad news. She knew the Sontarans were untrustworthy, but she didn't think any of them had expected them to initiate a full fledged war on the Doctor's home planet.

She looked to the Doctors, seeing the concern on their faces. She felt an ache in her heart as she looked at her Doctor and saw the pain in his eyes. She realised that even if they got out of this, he would have to deal with another war far into his future, the Last Great Time War. He would face even more pain, even more suffering and loss. The realisation was like a punch to the gut.

"The Time Lord's!" The Doctor's eleventh self sprung to the console and began to pilot the ship with the aid of his former self. "We have to contact them now, right now!"

The second Doctor let out a groan and held his head in his hands for a moment, letting his hands slide down his face in frustration.

"We're dead!" He cried, flapping his hands about in aggitation whilst trying to pilot the ship. "Well, I am anyway. There's no way I'll get out of this exile now, in fact they'll probably execute me!"

"Don't think like that!" Clara yelped, fixing him with a stern glare. "They wouldn't do that!"

"Clara's right," Eleven assured him, though Clara didn't fail to notice the hint of unsureness in his eyes. "I know they'll be angry... But they need you, they need us!"

The Doctor grumbled in response and pulled out the screen from the centre of the console. Clara found it quite intruiging to watch the two Doctor's piloting the Tardis at the same time. She realised that the ship was probably designed to be flown by multiple Time Lord's at once, but the Doctor, being the Doctor had obviously taken matters into his own hands.

"What are we doing now?" Clara asked breathlessly, trying not to let the fear seep into her voice. She needed to be strong for the Time Lord she loved.

"Attempting to contact the Gallifreyan high council," The second incarnation of the Doctor muttered as he concentrated. Clara watched intently as the screen flickered and came to life but quickly faded into blackness again. The Doctor clicked his tongue impatiently, giving the screen a whack. It buzzed and hissed like a tv struggling to settle on one station, and Clara kept catching glimpses of the outline of a figure.

"Hello?" The Doctor tried, giving the screen another shake. "This is the Doctor speaking. Well," He shot his eleventh self a quick look and grimaced. "One of them. Can you hear me?"

Clara gasped as the image on the screen finally came into focus and leaned forward to get a closer look. A man with a stony expression and stern eyes glared at them. He was dressed in regal robes of ruby and other shades of deep reds, embelllished with intricate gold furnishings.

"Lord President of Gallifrey," The Doctor whispered to Clara as an introduction.

"Lord? Very prestigious isn't he?" Clara responded, earning a small laugh from the Doctor which was quickly extinguished by the man's suddenly furious expression.

"Doctor," He growled, his expression dark and forboding. "You-"

"Yes, yes I know, let's get on to the matter at hand, shall we?" The Doctor spoke hurriedly. "Lord President, you are under attack."

"Under attack?" The Gallifreyan gave a loud scoff, his eyes remaining menacing. "Are you out of your mind, man? I think I'd know if we were under attack."

"Listen to me, it's the Sontarans, they-"

"You are a fugitive, Doctor. How do you expect me to belie-"

"It's true!" Clara cut in, glowering at the prestigious Lord President. "Listen, any minute now millions of Sontarans are going to drop out of the sky and start a war on you and your planet!"

"Who is this?" The man questioned at Clara sudden entrance to the conversation.

"This is Clara," The Doctor's stressed expression slipped into a cheerful smile as he glanced at her. Clara gave a small wave. The ship lurched suddenly and she grabbed onto the Doctor's arm to steady herself, shooting his future self a glare.

"S'not my fault!" He moaned, attempting to steer the Tardis out of harms way. "The Sontarans are heading the same way we are, it's interrupting the timey wimey-"

"Doctor, what in the name of Rassilon is going on?" The president demanded. A huge bang seemed to shake the room where the Gallifreyan was sitting. His eyes widened in shock and fear. "What was that?"

"It's already starting," The Doctor groaned. "Look-"

"What is starting, Doctor?" The leader of the Time Lord's was becoming frantic as other Gallifreyans wearing similar attire rushed to his side and squinted up at the Doctor and Clara.

"It's the Doctor!" One of them exclaimed.

"Yes, hello," The Doctor smiled at their shocked and slightly outraged faces. Eleven bounded over to his former self's side and placed an arm around his shoulders, offering the Gallifreyan's a lopsided grin.

"Hello there, fellow Time Lord's!" He exclaimed joyously with a wave. "Hi!"

"Good grief, there's two of them."

"Look," The second Doctor wrung his hands nervously. "About the exile-"

"Forget about the exile," The Gallifreyan president cried as chaos ensued behind him. "You are our only hope, Doctor. Both of you, and your companion. Please, Doctor, hel-"

The screen began to break up and cries of the Gallifreyans were heard. Clara felt tears prick her eyes at the horrendous scene. The Lord President seemed panicked and attempted to shout something but the signal was lost, and the screen went black.

Clara put her hand on the Doctor's arm lightly, hoping to comfort him. He looked at her, his expression downcast and so much pain in his eyes. She reached up to touch his cheek gently and he closed his eyes briefly at the contact.

"We'll save them, Doctor," She whispered, desperately wishing she could believe her own words. "We will, it'll be okay."

He moved his hand to rest over hers and offered her a light smile. Both looked up at a small cough to see a wide eyed eleventh Doctor staring at them in disbelief.

"You... You two..." He looked from from to the other in surprise. "You're not... Really?"

Both blushed and Clara let out a strained chuckle, the heat rushing to her flushed cheeks. She knew how strange it must be for the Doctor to see one of his past selves with someone, especially when it had happened so that it hadn't happened in the future Doctor's personal past yet.

Clara's Doctor cleared his throat and hopped over to the console. "Anyway," He began, pulling various levers and hurriedly changing the subject. "We have to do something. Fly down into Gallifrey's atmosphere, intercept the Sontarans..."

He trailed off as the two Doctors looked from one to the other, seemingly defeated. Eleven closed his eyes for a moment. "There's nothing we can do," He murmured. "There's no way we can stop them. This is just like before, the Last Great Time War, it's happening again only sooner."

"The Last what?" The Doctor squeaked, fear flitting over his face. Clara realised that the Last Great Time War the Doctor had mentioned to her before was in this Doctor's future, he didn't know of the pain and loss he would have to go through yet. She resisted the urge to throw her arms around the unsuspecting Time Lord and never let go as his future self began to explain with an apologetcic tone.

"It's a war in my past, but in your future," He began, his eyes sorrowful. "I shouldn't be telling you this, breaking the main rule of stepping into one of my other selves' timestreams but I don't think that matters at this point. It was between the Daleks and the Gallifreyans, they..."

He trailed off and swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath.

"Everyone dies, don't they?"

The second Doctor clutched the edge of the console for support, horror etched all over his face. Clara felt her heart break at the sight of the shaking Time Lord. She wiped away tears furiously. Now was not the time to cry. She took his hand carefully, knowing that the small form of contact meant a lot to him.

"Yes," Eleven murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I- You... We become the last of our kind. I shouldn't be telling you this, but our situation right now is really serious. This wasn't supposed to happen, it's a complete change in history!"

Two took a shuddering breath and blinked, coming back to his sense. "I suppose I'll have to forget," He murmured to himself quietly. He frowned as if in thought, then seemed to come to a conclusion. "I know what I have to do."

He looked to Clara, fire raging in his eyes and put his hands on either side of her face. Clara's breath caught in her throat at the sudden gesture. The Doctor brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly, pulling away with a mournful expression on his face. He stroked her cheek softly and Clara brough her hand up to cover his.

He turned to his future self, his expression grave. "Take her somewhere safe," He ordered, pulling away. "This is my timestream, not yours. I'll deal with this."

"What?" Clara exclaimed in shock. "No! I'm not leaving you!"

"Clara, I'm not letting you get killed," The Doctor's voice was stern but he refused to meet her eyes. "If what he says is true," He pointed to Eleven. "We're all in grave danger."

"Clara," Eleven approached them slowly. "In a way, he's right. This isn't even your correct timeline, if something goes wrong-"

"I don't care!" Clara yelled, fighting tears, anger flowing through her. "You can't make me leave! I'm staying with you, I'm not afraid. I can look after myself thank you very much!"

"Clara..." The Doctor sighed, looking regretful. He turned to his other self. "Make her see sense, would you? The two of you have to leave."

"Actually," Eleven raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going anywhere. I can send Clara somewhere safe, but I'm staying."

"But the timestreams-"

"You don't have to go through this alone," The Doctor stated sternly. "We'll get through this together."

"Look boys," Clara folded her arms across her chest. She was not going to be left behind. "You can moan about it all you want but I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let you two risk your lives, not alone anyway," She chanced a smile but her expression remained challenging. "Sorry, but that's that. I am the boss after all."

The Doctor opened his mouth to retaliate but Clara cut him off, stepping over to him and grabbing both his hands in hers. She raised an eyebrow and smile in an attempt to wipe the perplexed expression from his face.

"I'm not leaving you, ever," She stated firmly, searching his face an trying to communicate with her eyes to let him know how much he meant to her. She would risk everything for her Doctor. "Alright boys," She grinned and spun away. "Let's go save a planet!"

The Doctor shook his head at her but his expression had brightened considerably. "You're impossible, Clara Oswald."

Clara grinned, satisfied that the Doctor's good spirit had been restored as he rushed over to his future self and grabbed him by the shoulders. He gave him a shake.

"Come on, then!" He yelled, dragging him over to the console. "Lower the shields, we're flying into the heart of Gallifrey!"

"Are you sure?" Eleven hesitated, eyes wide.

"Well," The Doctor paused, a look of frustration on his face. "No."

The eleventh Doctor beamed. "Alright then. Hold on, Clara and mini me! Geronimo!"

Clara grabbed the edge of the console with a grin as the Tardis shuddered into action. The white circles on the Tardis walls began to shift and change as they endured their rocky flight, shimmering into the Tardis theme Clara had known from her travels with the eleventh Doctor.

"What's happening to the Tardis?" She yelled over the sounds of the small blue police box crashing through the Time vortex as the walls changed back to plain white once again.

"There's two of us here, the Tardis is confused," Two explained with a shout. "She doesn't know which desktop theme to settle on! That's the least of our worries now! Hold on!"

Clara didn't need to be told twice, squeezing her eyes shut and clinging on to the console for dear life. She scoffed internally at the Doctor's reference to a desktop theme. She hadn't been aware that the ship even had one. The eleventh Doctor rushed to the scanners and looked at the scene outside. He blanched visibly.

"The heart of Gallifrey," He muttered ominously.

"Is it as bad as it seems?" The second Doctor yelled, concern lacing his tone.

"Worse," Eleven winced as the Tardis shook. "Whatever we're going to do, we need to act fast! The Sontarans are creating a massacre out there!"

"But what can we do?!" Two cried, flapping his hands about in distress. "We don't have enough power to wipe out the entire Sontaran fleet!"

"If we could even just propel them away..." The Doctor's future self frowned in deep thought, a frantic expression playing about his eyes.

"Oh that's all very well, simply propelling the Sontarans back to where they came from," Two glared at him with a slightly sarcastic tone. "But they'll just come right back!"

"The Time Lord's can wipe their memories!" Eleven's eyes widened at his plan. "The Sontarans will forget everything that's happened."

The second Doctor's eyes narrowed. "You know I hate that memory wiping business," He growled.

"Yes, I know I do," Eleven sighed, a regretful look on his face. "But Jamie and Zoe are safe now, if they were here they'd be in danger!"

Clara's mind went back to when she had mentioned the Doctor's previous companions to the lonely Time Lord. She hadn't realised that they had had their memories wiped. Her stomach turned at the thought and disgust for the prestigious Time Lord's rose in her. Despite that, she still didn't want their planet to burn.

"Well how do you expect to harness that sort of energy?!" Two continued in despair.

"I... Oh I don't know!" Eleven threw his hands up in defeat. "There's two of us, we should be able to put our heads together and think of something."

"Brainpower," Two snorted. "If only! If we could just use our thought energy to send the Sontarans home, wiping their memories in the process!"

Clara frowned in thought. It was as if there was a little voice at the back of her head telling her that there was something they could do to that effect, but what was it? She rattled her brains trying tp think but nothing came to mind in her panicked haze.

"Something like..." Two continued muttering. "Some sort of medium for our thought waves to pass through..."

"Water!" Clara cried, leaping up and grabbing the Doctor by the shoulders. He blinked at her in surprise.

"Clara, if you're thirsty the kitchen is right down there but now is not the ti-"

"No, you silly old man!" Clara yelled, a grin spreading across her face. "I'm not thirsty! Water! The water on mars, the water that uses your thought waves to make music! Doctor you could use it to-"

"-Propel our thoughtwaves through the vortex to push back the Sontarans!" The Doctor cried, finishing her sentence with a suddenly hopeful expression. His eyes lit up in excitment and he picked her up and swung her around, letting out a victorious whoop.

"Clara, you amazing impossible girl!" He grinned, kissing her forehead as she giggled. She pulled out of his embrace to grab the bottle of water and threw it to the joyous Time Lord. He caught it and grinned at his future self.

"Come on, Chinny! Let's get sonicing!"

"Oh, brilliant!" Eleven grinned widely, brandishing his sonic screwdriver. "Clara Oswald, you are fantastic!"

"Let's get cracking then boys, we don't have all day," Clara grinned cheekily as the two Doctor got to work, thankfully with a limited amount of bickering.

"Pour it into that funnel, there's a good chap," Two watched with his sonic at the ready as Eleven carefully allowed the water to flow into the heart of the Tardis. Clara hoped they knew what they were doing.

"You do know that water and electricity don't mix, yeah?" Clara asked nervously, bracing herself for an explosion.

"Not this time, Oswald," Two winked. The two Doctors pointed their screwdrivers at the heart of the groaning Tardis simutaneously.

"Okay, Mini Me," Eleven yelled, earning a glare and a raised eyebrow from his former self. "Concentrate! Clara, hold on!"

Clara was thrown onto the ground as the Tardis lurched and began to make a low noise which quickly raised to a deafening crescendo. Clara crouched on the ground and covered her ears, the flow of the sound trickling through her hands. It was music, music more powerful than anything she had ever heard before. Her eyes involuntarily filled with tears at the sound, it was so full of pain and sadness, but most of all, determination.

Clara let out a gasp as the Tardis came to a stand still and lifted her head to look at the two Time Lords.

The two Doctors seemed slightly dazed after their mentally draining ordeal and were staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Scanners," Clara gasped, pulling herself up from the ground and bringing the Time lord's back to reality.

"Oh yes of course!" The Doctor ran to the scanners and gazed at it, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Scanning for traces of enemy life forms... The Sontarans are gone! Every last ship, gone from our atmosphere! It worked!"

"Oh thank Rassilon!" The second Doctor cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "I really doubted it would."

Clara laughed, relief flooding through her as she went to embrace the Doctor. "What happens now?" She mumbled into his chest.

"Now..." The Doctor muttered, his voice trailing off as he lapsed into silence.

Eleven cleared his throat. "Have you..." He looked at the ground, a guilty expression on his face. He looked to his past self. "Have you told her?"

Clara pulled back as the second Doctor gulped with an equally guilty expression on his face.

"What is it?" Clara narrowed her eyes at the suspicious Time lord, worry flooding her systems. "What?" She became increasingly frustrated as the Doctor didn't reply. "Tell me, Doctor!"

"Clara..." He murmured, taking her hands in his gentle grasp. "This mess with the Sontarans is over now and the Time Lords will want everything restored to the way it was... Our timelines have been crossed and that's not supposed to happen," He paused and wouldn't meet her eyes. "Clara, if you don't go now they're going to send you home by force."

"I..." Clara's heart began to hammer in her chest. She shook her head in denial. She had not just heard him say those words, no, there had to be some sort of mistake. "No... No!"

She looked to the Doctor's eleventh self for assurance but was met with a blank, sympathetic stare. "Clara, I'm so sorry," He took a step closer to them. "But there's nothing we can do."

"No," She mumbled, tears threatening to spill over. She felt anger raise in her as her temper flared. She looked at the Doctor and fixed the Time Lord she loved with a glare. "No!" She yelled, her voice stronger. "You can't do this to me, you promised! You promised!" She pummeled his chest with her tiny fists, weak punches all she could manage as she felt herself beginning to break down.

The Doctor grabbed her fists and stalled them in the air. "Clara," His voice cracked. "Clara, I'm sorry." His voice sounded thick with emotion and Clara couldn't stay mad. She collapsed into his arms, letting out a strangled sob as her tears spilled over.

"I'll never see you again," She gave a choked whisper as the Doctor held her to him and buried his face in her hair. She felt her heart breaking, she had no idea how she was going to live without him. She would always love the Doctor, no matter what incarnation, but this was her Doctor. Things wouldn't be the same with anyone else, and it killed her that they hadn't had more time together. She had known of course that he would regenerate at some point, but she wasn't ready to leave him, not yet. She let out a choked whimper which sounded somewhat like a "No," but she wasn't sure of anything anymore. All she knew was that the arms that held her now were holding her for the last time.

"Clara," The Doctor pulled back to look at her and she was surprised to see tears welling in his ancient eyes. She blinked, allowing more tears to fall and the Doctor's face to come into clearer focus. She reached a hand up to brush a tear from his cheek, his hand hovering slightly and then resting on his face. He closed his eyes at her touch, wearing an expression of anguish. "I'm so sorry, Clara."

Clara took a deep breath and fought back her tears. She didn't want to say goodbye but she had to be strong. She looked up into his eyes and caressed his cheek gently.

"I love you," She whispered, saying the words out loud for the first time.

The Doctor pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. He managed a soft smile.

"I love you, too."

He pressed his lips to hers, holding her close. Clara gasped into the kiss and reached up, her hands wrapping around his neck. The Doctor's hand tangled in her hair, and Clara felt loved, felt wanted, felt right. And now she was going to have all that taken away.

The Doctor pulled back and looked at her, the pain in her eyes mirrored in his own. He grimaced, taking a deep breath.

"Isn't there any other way?" He muttered quietly, looking to his other self for some way out of the situation. Clara fixed him with a hopeful glance, wishing for something, anything.

The eleventh Doctor shook his head sadly. "I'll take care of her," He promised.

"Can't we just..." The Doctor trailed off, looking back at Clara, his face contorting with pain.

"You know you can't," The future Doctor sighed regretfully. "Imagine all the trouble it would cause! The Time Lord's would never let it happen, you'd have to be on the run from them fo- No... No no no!"

Eleven's expression turned to one of dread as he looked at the sudden smile forming across his former self's face.

"I know what you're thinking and you can't, you can't!"

Clara looked to the second Doctor, grabbing the lapels of his jacket urgently, unwilling to let herself hope just yet.

"What?" She gasped, eyes wide. "What is it? Is there a way?"

"Clara Oswald, how would you feel about running away with me?"

The eleventh Doctor began to hop on the spot in distress. "No, no no, you can't! the Time Lord's will find you and have you executed you idiot!"

"Doctor, it would be my pleasure!" Clara grinned, grabbing his face and kissing him briefly. Her heart leapt for joy. They could run for their whole lives, her and her clever boy, and she wouldn't care, as long as she was with him.

"Clara, you don't realise what you're getting yourself into!"

"Goodbye, Doctor," She offered Eleven a soft smile, almost apologetic. "Please, find someone."

The second Doctor ran to the controls and clamped his hand down on a button, causing the ship to lurch unpleasantly. Clara gave a shriek as a loud bang sent her tumbling to the floor. She let out a groan.

"Ever heard of a smooth take off, Doc?" She grumbled, sitting up and rubbing her head.

"A smooth take off?!" The Doctor exclaimed defensively. "A smooth take off?! The cheek of you!"

Clara grinned. "Where's the Doctor?" She raised an eyebrow, looking around at the Tardis.

"Tardis merged, sent him back to his own time before the Time Lord's get to us," Clara's Doctor grinned, holding his hand out to her and waggling his finger invitingly.

Clara grinned and took his hand as he pulled her up, confident that Eleven would be safe and sound.

"What now?" She gasped slightly as the Doctor pulled her over to the console.

"Now, my dear Clara," He held his hand over a lever and took hold of it, pulling it down with a bang.

"We run."

Whooo, so that's it folks! Thank you guys so much for reviewing the story, especially Zarius, Aragonite, penderella, wibblywobblywhogirl and everyone else who reviewed! I hope this made you smile :) You guys are amazing! Really hope you enjoyed this story, I loved writing it! This is probably the end but I think I might write a sequel if ye're interested?

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