I have been useless at updating this story, especially seeing that this is the final chapter. I'm sorry for it taking so long but I have been really busy and my brain hasn't exactly been helpful in coming up with ideas for this story, so I hope you enjoy the final chapter.

She was grieving. She hadn't said anything to him yet, she just sat on the floor of the TARDIS, her arms wrapped around her knees while she remained completely silent. He was also in pain, thinking about how he would never see River again, never see her smile or laugh or have her cuddle up with him again. She would never have the family that she badly wanted and now he had lost her forever, just like he had lost Rory and Amy. His precious Ponds had all left him now. He didn't exactly know what to do, he wasn't good with human emotions, even though he was feeling the exact same as Clara was. She was grieving the mother she never probably knew but still loved, he was grieving for the wife that he adored and yet never truly had. They were both grieving the woman who was taken away from them far too early.

"Clara," the Doctor whispered as he collected the diary off the seat that he had got after his tenth incarnation and Donna had left it on the stairs. Looking at her as she remained silent, the Doctor sighed as he sat down beside her before wrapping his arm around her body, pulling her close as she began to sob. Burying her face into his shirt, Clara sobbed as he gently ran his hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her. "I know, I know," he whispered into her hair, trying to comfort her as Clara glanced up at him, tears running down her cheeks as he forced a small smile onto her face. "I have something of hers that she would have wanted you to have Clara," he explained as she watched him for a moment.

"What is it?" Clara asked quietly, watching as he moved and held the diary out towards her. "What is it Doctor?" she questioned again as he smiled, pressing the diary into her hands as she glanced down at the thick book that was clearly well loved.

"Open it," the Doctor smiled, watching as she opened the text, staring at the scribbled handwriting and little drawings that filled the pages. Flicking through the book, Clara smiled as some of the drawings were replaced by pictures, one of River with Rory and Amy, another image of River holding a small baby in her arms. "That's you on the day you were born," the Doctor smiled as Clara stared at the image, her fingers running across the image of her as a baby as she smiled weakly. "You made her so proud Clara," the Doctor whispered as Clara cuddled into his side before smiling weakly. "I want you to have this," he explained as she clung onto the diary. "Every moment of our life together, River and mine is in that diary, now you can read it all," he whispered as Clara looked up at him.

"Don't you want it?" she asked quietly as he shook his head.

"I have my own diary for everything we did together and I know that she would have wanted you to know everything she did, everything she had achieved," he whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair as she clung onto the diary in silence, relaxing into his arms as they both fell silent, comforting each other in their grief.

Father and daughter, together again.

I know it's short but I wanted to give it an ending, it's not brilliant but I want it to have an ending.

Thank you for all your wonderful reviews and support, I hope you enjoy it.