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The Angel: Chapter 33: To Steal a Tardis

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I said I would finish it on my 26th birthday and I did! 9 years in the making and it's finally complete! Enjoy my present to you all!

Chapter 33: To Steal a Tardis

Two months had passed since the inauguration and Clara was beginning to grow restless. The Doctor would not admit it, but he seemed to be chomping at the bit too. This pampered domestic life was nice and all, but they were itching to save some planets. The administrative pressure was driving her insane.

Today was the big day and the whole planet seemed to bustle with activity in preparation of the Presidential wedding. The streets were strewn with white pennants. Work had been canceled for the rest of the day. People partied in the streets like it was a tailgate. Children set off fireworks in the alleys. It was overwhelming. Clara was not used to so much attention. She could hardly go anywhere without paparazzi mobbing her.

“Martha, I don't know if I'm sure about this.”

Martha looked up from behind Clara’s chair, making eye contact with her via the mirror in front of them. She set down the bobby pins she was holding and put her hands on her hips. “Not sure about marrying the Doctor?” 

Clara wheeled her chair around to speak to Martha face-to-face. “Oh no,” she shook her head. “I'm sure about that. I mean about this whole ruling Gallifrey thing.”

Martha hummed and spun Clara’s chair back around. She resumed her meticulous work pinning Clara’s hair. “Well, you did take an oath.”

“I know I did,” Clara sighed. “But I don't know if all this sitting still and being doted on is for me. I'm not Princess Diana.”

Martha chuckled, brushing out a lock of hair with a comb. “So run away then,” she shrugged, nonchalant. 

Clara’s eyebrows shot up. She did not just say that. “Run away?” she gasped. “Martha! I can't do that!”

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Finally complete, 9 years later!!!

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The Angel: Chapter 32: To the Victors Go the Spoils

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Chapter 32: To the Victors Go the Spoils

In the following weeks, the Doctor and Clara implemented their Anti-Hostile Displacement Plan. Clara created a computer virus to instantly spam all enemy ships with images of the Doctor upon approach to the planet. A few Dalek ships had tried, but were flung into the future by the Doctor, the last Weeping Angel. Every displacement only made him stronger. In one day, the Time War was over. The Time Lords had won. 

Twin suns shone high in a burnt orange sky. Pink clouds dotted the atmosphere, swirling around the newly-repaired glass dome of the Citadel. For once, the weather was fair. It was the perfect day for an inauguration.

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The Angel: Chapter 31: Rebirth

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Chapter 31: Rebirth

Something was terribly wrong. He could feel it in his bones. Scrambling out of the sand, the Doctor sprinted back towards the citadel as fast as his feet could carry him. Remembering his wings, he lept and took off with a powerful flap. He dove like a falcon into the open gates. He searched for the Tardis in his mind and thankfully found her bond still there. At least the Tardis was still with him. The museum, the link told him. Of course. 

Stunned Gallifreyans crowded the streets, gawking at the flying man in the sky. There may have been cheers but he was too focused to hear them. Covering his face, he burst through the stained-glass windows at the front of the museum and darted to the Tardis exhibit. There the blue box stood, cordoned off with velvety ropes. “Type 40,” that was her. 

He snapped his fingers. The doors flung open with a smack. He landed on both feet hard, his boots sending a loud clang booming through the halls. The Tardis Cloister Bells tolled out from the deep. Clara Oswald was in trouble.  Throwing back the hand brake, the Doctor activated the Tardis. He dove his hands into the slimy telepathic matrix, asking only one question: ‘Where is Clara Oswald?’

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The Angel: Chapter 30: Ascension

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Chapter 30: Ascension

There was the Doctor, encapsulated in stone. Surrounding him were a number of mirrors, trapping him with his own gaze. There were even mirrors on the ceiling and floor. There was nowhere he could look without observing himself and turning into a statue. A mirror cage. 

His face seemed pained. Clara removed the mirrors within his line of sight, turning them around to face the wall. She was about to close her eyes when she noticed something. His clothes were torn and his lip was swollen. They must have been beating him for information. Her heart dropped. Damn those idiots. He was trying to save them, for godsakes. She removed her helmet and reached out, caressing his puffy face. Poor Doctor. 

There was only one way to get him out of this predicament and fulfill their mission. He definitely would never agree to it, so she only had one choice. Blood rushed through her veins like a river. Her muscles tensed, nervous. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She knew what she had to do. 

Carefully, Clara placed her fingers to his temples, forcing her way through the stony barricade and into his mind. There she found him, curled up, apparently sleeping or unconscious. His pain was palpable through the bond. She winced, feeling the busted lip and bruises as if they were her own. 

She put it aside and reached out. Gently, she brushed at his soul, trying not to wake him. He began to stir slightly and she knew she needed to be quick. Clara removed one hand from his temples and took a stony hand in hers. She woke him up just enough to make one suggestion. One thought, put there herself. 

‘Displace Clara Oswald.’

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The Angel: Chapter 29: Homecoming

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Chapter 29: Homecoming

With a final wheeze, the Tardis landed. The Doctor and Clara glanced at each other, as afraid as they were excited. He grabbed the video screen, met with only static. Whatever was outside was a mystery. Did the Gallifrey from his fever dreams actually exist?

They walked to the door and hesitated. What was out there? It was almost surreal for the Doctor. He had believed for thousands of years that he had Gallifrey blown into dust. He had seen it briefly during his transformation into an Angel, but that was an indoor arena. It could have been anywhere. Was the actual planet really back?

He turned to Clara, who seemed just as eager as he was. “Clara, if this really is Gallifrey, we're going to have to be very quick. I believe the locals may be hostile to us, and the minute I displace this planet, this pocket universe will begin to collapse. I don't know how much time we will have to get out, but we cannot dawdle.”

She nodded. “Let's stay close to the Tardis then. We can explore later.”

“Yes,” the Doctor agreed. He shifted his gaze to the doors, imagining what laid beyond their frames. He offered a hand. “Let's go see what's out there, shall we?”

Clara took his hand and squeezed reassuringly. Pensively, he cracked open the door and peered outside. They appeared to be in the middle of a desert with sands as red as Mars. The air was scorching. His throat immediately felt parched. He looked up as if asking the heavens for some relief. The orange sky boasted no clouds, no respite.

Cautiously, he took a step forward, away from the safety of the Tardis. Clara followed behind. The first human to set foot on the land of the Time Lords. 

They circled behind the Tardis and there it was. The citadel. It gleamed like a diamond, its glass dome scattering beams of light into the sand. Great copper-colored metal towers shot into the sky, adorned with dark windows and tall antennae. Tall crimson grasses softly brushed against the base of the sphere, swaying gently in a rare breeze. Twin suns cast two distinct shadows from their bodies. 

“Doctor, is this…”

“Yes, Clara. Welcome to Gallifrey.”

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The Angel: Chapter 28: Into Darkness

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Chapter 28: Into Darkness

There was an ionic smell in the air and the place where Missy had once stood tingled with energy. Shot into the year 14 trillion, the Doctor had sent her to the same place and time he'd sent the Dalek carrier ship. He figured that the Daleks would not be too happy with Missy, who had not fulfilled her end of the bargain with them. 

“Bye, Missy!” he waved at the thin air, sniggering to himself. He almost felt bad about it, but then remembered what she had done to Clara. His face darkened and he banished all thoughts of pity. She got what she deserved. 

The Doctor pulled his arm out, then his head, and eventually worked his entire body out of the tiny Polaroid. Thank you, Angel powers. He could get used to this. He stood up, stretching his back and wings. It had been a little cramped in there. He took the Tardis controls and grinned devilishly.

He picked up the phone and dialed his own Tardis. Clara connected them and their screens became linked. They could see and hear each other. 

“Clara, this has to be done with absolute precision. When it happens, I need you to let the Tardis take back over,” he warned. “It could be a rough ride.”

Clara nodded and planted her feet firmly to the floor. She was as ready as she'd ever be. 

“Now!” the Doctor shouted.

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The Angel: Chapter 27: Summoning a Demon

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Chapter 27: Summoning a Demon

“How do we contact Missy?” Clara asked, anxious for their next mission to begin. Days had passed since their flight and the Tardis was now ready to take flight herself. The interior was still not fully developed, but all the main features and rooms were back. It was almost as if the Tardis had never been destroyed at all. 

“Well, I know where she is,” the Doctor replied. “I can always sense her. Well, when I'm not distracted, anyway.”

“Then why haven't we gone yet?”

“Because,” he started. He swung on a hammock high up in the rafters, wearing leather welding goggles and tinkering on something with his sonic screwdriver. He paused what he was doing for a moment to answer her, pushing up the goggles onto his forehead. 

“Because I want to make sure we are totally prepared for her first. We are ambushing her. She does not know that I'm alive, the Tardis is alive, and that you are not a Dalek. It'll be a pretty rude awakening and she might get hostile.”

Clara nodded, satisfied. She felt along the railing and circled the console, thinking. She thought back to the Weeping Angel archives and things the Doctor had told her before. He had enough time energy to regrow a whole Tardis in only a week, and did not seem drained at all. He surely had enough energy to restore himself, she realized. So why was he still an Angel?

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The Angel: Chapter 26: Soaring

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Chapter 26: Soaring

The next few days were spent letting the Tardis recharge. There were now hallways, bedrooms, and bathrooms to accommodate them, and the control room had reverted back to the way it had looked before. It bathed the Doctor’s pale skin in a soft orange glow as he tinkered at his work desk. 

As his first priority, he upgraded the Tardis shields to protect her against any psychic entities other than himself and Clara. This would prevent the hostile Tardis from infecting the Old Girl’s mind, if it could even get past the upgraded shields. Next on his list, a new invention he was sure Clara would like. 

The Doctor pressed a button on in his sonic to tighten the final screws of the invisibility watch he had used back when he was a caretaker at Clara’s school. It was nothing more than a trinket to him at the time, but now it could prove invaluable. If he was invisible, he could not be observed and turned to stone. Of course, he would also be vulnerable in this state. 

Anything that could give them the element of surprise against Missy was paramount. The Tardis was not yet capable of taking off and he refused to be a sitting duck. 

He tightened the last screw and finally the modifications were complete. He tested it out by turning the dial and instantly disappeared from view. He smiled, pleased with himself. Now, to test out its upgrade. 

“Clara!” he called, his voice echoing down the corridors. “Come here, I have something to show you.”

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The Angel: Chapter 25: To Grow a Tardis

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved)

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Chapter 25: To Grow a Tardis

“Doctor, look!” Clara pointed out the window. 

The Doctor turned around and followed her gaze. Recognizing the celestial body they were passing, the Doctor knew their journey was nearing its end. “Ah, Pluto.” He smiled. What a sight for sore eyes. “I can't believe the pudding brains took away your planethood. What a shame. You're still a planet to me.”

Martha sauntered up to the pair. She had her arms crossed and a pleased look on her face. “Looks like we've entered Earth’s solar system.”

“Indeed.” The Doctor replied. He turned to the beloved old physician he called his friend. “Martha, what will you do when we get to Earth? Will you stay with us?”

She shook her head. “Nah, I've got plenty of work here. After we drop you two off, we're going to go resupply at the Europa moon base behind Jupiter, and then go find other Dalek Camps to liberate.”

She held up a photo of the Doctor waving with a cheeky grin. “See, we've got Clara’s program and this lovely picture of you to show the Daleks. Piece of cake.”

“Oh, so I've become a glorified computer virus then?” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. “A pop up ad?”

Martha snorted, “Yeah, pretty much.”

The Doctor smiled and held out his hand, “Martha, I can't thank you enough for taking care of me here. You saved my life.”

Martha ignored the offered hand and went for the hug instead. The Doctor stiffened up momentarily but then managed to hug back. Clara smirked. He was learning. 

“Whatever,” Martha laughed. “You've saved mine plenty of times before that. You owe me nothing.”

They broke the hug and Martha patted him on the chest where his pocket containing the Tardis crystal laid. “You just take care of yourself and Clara. Get that Tardis up and running again and visit me sometime, 'kay?”

“Yes, doctor.” The Doctor grinned warmly. “You've got my number. Well, when my phone line is back up anyway.”

Captain Scaye appeared next to them. Clara wondered how he could move so silently despite all those rustling scales. “We have reached Earth,” he announced. “We are currently in locked orbit over Cardiff.” He flashed a toothy reptilian grin, turning to Clara and the Doctor. “Are you two ready? Bags packed?”

Clara nodded. “We're ready to go home.”

“Good.” Malonyo smiled, pulling something out of his pockets. He fitted them with transporter bracelets and set the coordinates the Doctor had given him earlier. “It's about time we were rid of your carcasses. I've run out of coffee and sugar because of you two.”

“Shut up,” Clara giggled. She hugged the Silurian tightly, patting him on the back softly. She was going to miss the old lizard. “Thank you for everything, Malonyo. You've been an amazing Captain. Keep it up, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he broke the hug. “I've gotten used to it now. First thing we're going to do at the outpost is ditch this ship for a new one. Maybe a few new ones. This one draws too much Dalek attention. I'm sure we could get a nice price for its parts.”

“I have to admit though,” he stroked a pillar mournfully. “I'm gonna miss her.”

“And not me?” Clara teased, her arms outstretched in a huffed gesture.

“You?” Malonyo chuckled. “Nah. Now get your asses to Earth. Your time rift awaits.”

The Doctor shook Malonyo’s scaly hand. “Farewell, Captain. Thank you for the ride.”

Malonyo’s arm had finally healed back to brand new again. He shook back with vigor, showing off its strength. “You're welcome. Come visit sometime. Bring your own coffee.” He fought back his emotions. He would never let on, but he was sad to see them go. He steadied his hand over a button on the access panel next to him. 

“Ready?” he asked.

The Doctor and Clara nodded. With that, a shimmer overtook their bodies and Martha, Malonyo, and the ship, disappeared from view.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After a Tardis malfunction, Doctor and Clara become trapped on Salinious V, also known as “The Dead Planet"– a planet too salty to support any form of life. Or so they thought.

Whouffaldi. Whump!fic. Canon-concentric through the middle of Season 9. Rated T for violence and emergency medical procedures. 3.9k words. Complete. Prompt commissioned by @whouffaldi-that-is-all. Commissioned art by @luluxa

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The Angel: Chapter 24: Trolling Daleks is Fun

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved.)

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Chapter 24: Trolling Daleks is Fun

Days passed and Earth was nearly within reach. Soon they would enter the Milky Way galaxy, and then maybe another day after that and they'd be there. 

Clara gazed out the window. This ship sucked compared to the Tardis. No time traveling and to get anywhere took forever. It felt like she was on a road trip that would never end. They had not restocked the ship in weeks now and she was beginning to tire of the same food and the same three pairs of clothes. Still, it definitely beat the Dalek camps. 

Clara looked behind her shoulder at the Doctor who laid on her bed, reading some ship manuals to pass the time. He turned to stone and a look of annoyance froze on his face with him. Clara giggled and shut her eyes. He reanimated with a huff. 

“Clara, you've made me lose my place!” he chided, waving the enormous book at her. “It was just starting to get good.”

“Uh huh,” she trilled, carefully making her way over to him. She had become quite good at this voluntary blindness thing. She knew every corner of the ship and her quarters, almost never bumping into anything while following around the Doctor. “Scoot over.”

The Doctor grumbled but obliged. The bed was small but relatively comfortable. The crew had picked it up at an outpost near the beginning of their journey. It had deep red sheets with a patterned golden quilt over the top. It looked like something out of the 1960s. It was warm and soft, and that was all she could ask for. 

Clara climbed into the bed next to him, snuggling up to his side. She laid on one of his wings and he made a face, trying to shift it to be more comfortable. “Clara, you're on my wing.”

“Shut up,” she giggled. “Stop wiggling.”

“But–”

“Do as you're told.”

The Doctor sighed, defeated. “Yes, ma’am.”

Unable to concentrate like this, the Doctor set the manual down at the side of the bed. It joined a large stack of other volumes that he had already read. The boredom was beginning to drive him crazy, but at least boredom meant peace. He supposed he should be thankful to be bored.

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The Angel: Chapter 23: Resurgence

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

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Chapter 23: Resurgence

Clara banged her fists desperately on the control panel, smashing the recall button over and over to no avail. The cameras inside the pod had gone to static. Communication with the pod was lost. What had she done?

“Ugh, I'm such an idiot!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. He was either lost out there forever, had burned up in the quasar, or had been swallowed by the black hole. What a terrible idea this was. Had she just lost the Doctor?

“We’ll get him back, we'll get him back,” Martha soothed, trying to hold back her own panic. She did not seem to believe her own words. 

An almighty crash shook the ship and knocked it off course. It began to steer into the black hole. Its menacing blackness swirled with greed. 

“Full speed!” Captain Scaye yelled over the coms. “Get us out of it!”

“No!” Clara screamed. “We can't just leave him!” She struggled to her feet against the rapidly tilting ship and made a jump for the hallway. 

Martha grabbed her arm and held her back. “Clara, we'll get sucked in if we don't move! We can come back for him!”

Clara fought Martha with all she had, determined to get to the bridge. The ship was listing to port nearly 80° now though, so what was once the floor was now a wall. The open bulkhead out of the bay was now more like a skylight. Random objects skittered down the halls with the tilt. It was all she could do to avoid a mechanic’s cart from crashing into herself and Martha. 

“Take cover!” She yelled, turning to Martha and dragging her into the airlock chamber. Here they might be tossed around, but at least no objects would hit them. The ship creaked and groaned like it was going to rip apart. Bolts shot out of their holes like bullets, making a terrifying pinging sound like rain whenever they impacted the opposite metal wall. 

Clara and Martha held onto each other for dear life. Was this what it was like to be on the Titanic on that fateful night? Klaxons blared through the halls, and from outside the airlock doors they could hear Malonyo screaming muffled orders. 

A final great lurch yanked the ship fully to its side and careened it towards the black hole. Clara and Martha were both thrown into the door jamb with a loud clang, knocked out cold. A mercy.

A/N: Two chapters in one day, look at that! I'm so proud of myself for not giving up on this story. I probably sound like a broken record right now, but please take a moment to leave a comment. I need all the encouragement I can get to finish writing this thing. I am beginning to wonder if anyone is still reading it anymore

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The Angel: Chapter 22: Into the Quasar

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

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Chapter 22: Into the Quasar

The little Dalek escape pod shot out from the mothership into deep space. It was bronze colored and spherical, made of pure Dalekanium, and sported small thrusters studded around the exterior to help it navigate. It had reinforced windows on the front, back, and sides, presumably to scan for enemies, and a small phaser sprouted from a turret on the underside.

It sped towards the upper quasar of the black hole and Clara could only hope that between the hull and the Tardis shield it would hold. She and the Doctor had flown into quasars before without a scratch, but the Tardis was obviously not in the same state of health as before, so she just had to rely on faith. The pod seemed to have some shields of its own too. 

Clara watched the vessel grow tinier and tinier in the distance until it was finally swallowed up by the blinding light of the quasar beam. The Dalek mothership began to shake, fighting against the pull of the black hole with all its might. Clara gripped the data panel next to the pod doors and planted her feet for stability. The panel showed the progress of the pod which was now within range of the beams. It seemed to be resisting the black hole relatively well since it had such little mass. Clara had to admit, Dalek engineering wasn't half bad. 

The pod entered the beam and suddenly the data panel flickered and went blank. “No, no, no, no this can't be happening.” Clara started mashing buttons, desperately trying to get the data to return. It stayed blank. 

“Shit.”

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The Angel: Chapter 21: The Journey

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

Chapter 21: The Journey

“Clara, look!” Martha cried, pointing out the window. Clara spun around, following her gaze. Sure enough, a splash of color in the distance appeared. 

Clara’s heart swelled. “Is that…?”

“Yep.” Martha smiled, nodding her head. “The Matchstick Supernova.” A massive red giant had collapsed eons ago into an enormous black hole, encircled by a nebula of extraordinary pink and orange dust clouds, and punctuated by white quasar beams several planets wide shooting out from each pole. Clara had never seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. 

“It's beautiful.” Clara marveled. She looked to Martha. “Why is it called the Matchstick Supernova?”

Martha shrugged, “beats me. I guess it kind of looks like a burning match if you look at the quasar beams as the stick and the clouds as the flame.”

“Yeah.” Clara whispered. 

Captain Malonyo Scaye appeared in the doorway, resting against the posts. He looked out the window and hummed in approval. “Gorgeous, isn't it?” He walked up to join the two women. “We are about a half hour away. How do we want to do this?”

Clara and Martha looked to the Doctor, then back to the captain. “He said that Weeping Angels can gain power from cosmic energies as well as time energy,” Clara mused. “I accessed the Dalek archives to read up on Angels and the files seem to concur. We could drop him into one of the quasar beams with his Tardis crystal. It still has a functioning life support shield, so that should protect him from the worst of it.”

“Okay but hold on, back up.” Malonyo chuckled in disbelief. “You accessed the Dalek archives? How did you do that? We've been trying to get into the systems for weeks.”  

Clara shrugged. “I'm clever,” she smirked. 

Malonyo chuffed but did not question it. “So you want to send him into the quasar? You realize that those things are the most powerful jet streams of energy in the universe, right? It could tear him to shreds, and how the hell could we even get the ship close enough without cooking?”

“Direct all auxiliary power to shields and power up an escape pod. We can stay back and remotely pilot it into the quasar. The Tardis shields should be able to protect it enough.” ‘I hope,’ she thought. 

Malonyo smiled, impressed. “Alright, Captain Clara, let's do it.”

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A/N: It's flowing yall. I'm really gonna finish it this time. Stay tuned!

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The Angel: Chapter 20: The Vision

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

Chapter 20: The Vision

Does darkness really exist, or is it merely the absence of light? How can the absence of something have such a presence? It can be warm and inviting, or as cold as the vacuum of space. It hides in the light but never goes away. Perhaps Weeping Angels are just another kind of darkness. They live only when no light is shone upon them. 

The Doctor swam in this darkness. The paradox between life and death. Neither one nor the other. It felt like trying to swim through molasses. Did he exist anymore either? Was he really nothing more than a creature of the dark?

Something speckled the black. Stars, he realized. Muted colors began to swirl in the distance. Nebulas and galaxies dancing in their neverending tangos. Some looked familiar and some completely alien. Some looked almost correct, but a star or two would be off in every constellation. It was like a cheap counterfeit. Where was he?

He tried to breathe but felt no air enter his lungs. He could not hear his hearts beating, and there was nothing to feel. Was he frozen again? Was he still floating in space? Had Clara’s rescue been nothing more than a fever dream?

Suddenly, a focal point in the expanse appeared. Something small and orange. Blotches of purple dotted with dying red giant stars painted the space around the object. It drew closer and something about it felt incredibly familiar. 

Willing his brain to wake up just enough, he began to count the red giants. Their spacing, their sizes, the purple nebula they resided in. It felt like home, but why? He had no home, perhaps except his Tardis, which no longer existed either. 

The stars filled his vision and he was struck with a pang of realization. 

“It…it can't be,” he gasped breathlessly. “The Constellation of Kasterborous.” 

He shifted his gaze to the orange dot in the distance. “But that means…”

He felt frozen to the spot. His blood ran hot in his veins. He could now feel his hearts pounding ferociously in his chest as if he had seen a ghost. Orange and purple light began to bathe his skin as the object, clearly a planet, drew so close he could make out seas, continents, even a hurricane. The planet continued on its orbit and revealed its twin suns, eclipsed no more. He gasped. 

“Gallifrey.” 

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A/N: As promised, I have really started to churn these out. I'm on a roll so stay tuned and don't forget to leave comments!

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The Angel: After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

Chapter 19: Physician Heal Thyself

Clara stumbled in through the open bay doors, at the end of her strength. She cursed her still-weakened muscles. With a grunt and a fair amount of exertion, she slammed a button on the wall and the airlocks shrieked and closed. “Help! I need help in here!”

The bulkhead doors to the ship opened with a groan. Martha and Malonyo dashed in, concern written across their features.

Clara struggled to keep the Doctor upright. She balanced his dead weight on her shoulders, hardly able to stand against the ship's gravity. Bits of soot and dried blood speckled the floor with every movement. The stone was more red than grey. "Help him," she panted. "Help him."

Malonyo rushed over and supported the other side of the Doctor with his good arm. Clara sighed, grateful for the relief. Martha whizzed around with a small whirring device in her hands. The fact that she hadn't said a word made Clara worry more than anything.

"How bad is it, Martha?" Clara asked, afraid of her answer.

Martha met her eyes. "I don't know," she replied. Her voice was professional, but Clara could sense an undercurrent of worry present there. "I can't examine him in this state. I need him unfrozen."

Clara nodded. "Well, let's get going then."

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A/N: I can't believe that I started this story when I was 16 years old and now I am almost 26. I have finished college and gone on to become a biologist, which I love. Life had had its changes for me, but I never forgot about The Angel. I've wanted to finish it for years, but never could figure out how to tie it up neatly. I now have the entire rest of the story carefully plotted out in sharp detail, so hopefully I will finish this, if anybody is still interested. I know that I've said that before, but now I am on new anti-depression meds. I have felt more clear and motivated in the past month than in years. If you still follow this story, please enjoy the latest chapter- with more to come as soon as I can churn them out. Love y'all, and don't forget to review!

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Finally updated this bad boy. 6 years later 😅

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“Astros Carlos Correa hugs and kisses José Altuve after they clinched the American League spot in the World Series by defeating the New York Yankees at Minute Maid Park”—Houston Chronicle, 10/21/2017

"It was very special," Correa said. "We're like brothers from another mother. We love each other so much, and we embrace each other and try to get better together. For us to accomplish something like this as teammates and double-play partners, it's extremely special."

Finally finished it!

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Finished the thing!