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Series 7 Episode 9: Hide (Part 7)

P.O.V: The Doctor 

I was in the pocket universe forest now. So I decided to ask some questions. "So why am I still here, huh? Why not just eat me? Ha? Come on. Because you still need me." 

Something peered from behind the tree directly in front of me. It was a bizarre creature, scary, yet almost funny looking. It looked like a gnarled tree almost, with a face chiseled into the bark (picture above if I'm really confusing you guys). It's face was angry, but softened a bit when it saw me.  

"Yeah, you need me to piggyback you across. To which I say, come on then, big boy, chase me." I turned and ran, but it caught be right after and knocked me down. It snarled, but before it could do anything I saw the Tardis whirling down, and I heard Clara screaming inside. I ran and grabbed the sill, and we were back in the music room. Emma screamed, and the Tardis materialized. 

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"You wanted a word?" Emma approached me, her face gentle, yet concerned at the same time.  

"Well, if that's---" I began, but she interrupted calmly. 

She shook her head. "That's fine. You didn't come here for the ghost, did you?" 

I hesitated. "No." 

She seemed to understand relatively quickly, turning slowly and sitting down in one of the chairs in the room. "You came here for me." 

"Yes." 

She looked at me quizzically. "Why?" 

I looked around. Clara wasn't anywhere in sight. Probably in the other room comforting Hila. Typical Clara. Sweet Clara. "I needed to ask you something." 

"Then ask." She smiled, inviting the question. 

"Clara." 

"Yes?" 

"What is she?" 

Emma seemed confused. "She's a girl." 

I sat down in the chair next to her, anxious. "Yes, but what kind of girl, specifically?" 

"She's a perfectly ordinary girl. Very pretty, very clever, more scared than she lets on." I took that in. Emma Grayling, esteemed psychic, thinks Clara's just an ordinary girl? She's the impossible girl.

"And that's it, is it?" I stood up in defeat, rubbing my hands together. 

She stood up too. "Why? Is that not enough?"

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P.O.V: Clara Oswald 

As Emma hugged Hila goodbye, the Doctor and I waited by the Tardis. 

"Where will you go?" She asked, her eyes kind and patient. 

Hila sighed and shook her head, her eyes deepened with sadness. "He can't take me home. History says I went missing."

Emma looked over at me, a hopeful glint present in her gaze. "But he can change history."

The Doctor walked over to the two. "No, no, no, I can't, actually. There are fixed points in time, you see---" 

"Hi." I interrupted, pulling the Doctor away abruptly. 

"What?" He protested as I pulled him to the side, but I could still hear the two women's conversation. 

"I knew you were there. I could feel you." Hila told Emma, looking at her kindly. 

Emma smiled. "I know."

"Have we...?" Hila began, looking at Emma deeply, as if trying to place her.  

Emma shook her head. "We can't have. You haven't even been born yet."

The Doctor sauntered away from me, correcting Hila. "No, you can't have met but she can be your great, great, great, great, great granddaughter. Yours too, of course. But you guessed that already, didn't you. Oh. Apparently not." 

Palmer spoke up. "The paradoxes---"

"Resolve themselves, by and large. That's why the psychic link was so powerful. Blood calling to blood, out of time. Not everything ends. Not love. Not always."  The Doctor looked at Emma and Hila, smiling. 

"Doctor, what about, what about us? Emma and me?" Palmer motioned to Emma and waited for a response. 

The Doctor continued to smile. "What about you?" 

Palmer looked extremely confused. "Well, what's supposed to happen? I mean, what do we do now?"

"Hold hands. That's what you're meant to do. Keep doing that and don't let go. That's the secret." I smiled myself. The Doctor made everyone so happy sometimes. After a moment of thought, the Doctor spun around quickly, smacking his palm into his forehead. 

"Oh, I'm so slow! I am slow. I'm notorious for it. That's always been my problem. But, but I get there in the end. Oh yes." I looked over at him in confusion.  

"Doctor?"

He turned to me quickly. "How do sharks make babies?" 

I looked at the others' confused looks and responded slowly, "Carefully?"

"No, no, no. Happily!" The Doctor laughed and clapped his hands together.  

"Sharks don't actually smile. They're just, well, they've got lots and lots of teeth. They're quite eaty." I said. 

He nodded. "Exactly. But birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Every lonely monster needs a companion." As those words sunk in, I saw something the corner of the house in an upper window. A sudden flicker of movement. 

"There's two of them?" I asked, half afraid and half curious.  

"It's the oldest story in the universe, this one or any other. Boy and girl fall in love, get separated by events. War, politics, accidents in time. She's thrown out of the hex, or he's thrown into it. Since then they've been yearning for each other across time and space, across dimensions. This isn't a ghost story, it's a love story!" The Doctor realized that he had put his arm around my shoulders. He took it off and frowned slightly. 

"Sorry." I giggled as he ran back to Hila, Emma, and Palmer. 

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt the rest of your life. So. Tiny favor to ask."

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(Pocket Universe)

P.O.V: The Doctor

"I'm sorry! I understand now! I can take you to her! I can take you to a safe place far away from here! You can be together! Well, come on, then. She's waiting!" I cried out into the forest. The creature appeared next to me in a flash.   

"Well, hello again, you old Romeo, you. Now, here she comes." It was the Tardis, with Clara on board.

"Get ready to jump."