"I'll, uh... I'll leave you two alone." Clara smiled before entering bow tie's TARDIS.
"Who are you?" The doctor asked, once Clara had gone.
"Why does it matter." I answered back, quickly.
"You know who I am. You better tell me or-"
"Or what, Doctor? You can't hurt me." I stated, stalking closer to him.
"Take a guess. I'm not just smart, I know what I'm taking about. How did I know about the painting? Take a guess. Any random, wild, possibly untrue guess." I asked, taking a seat on the white bench. It took him a few seconds, 'til his face grew weary.
"How many others?"
"What, survived? Only me and you, bow tie." I stated, calling him the nickname I gave him.
"I may look like a thirteen year old, but I am 200 years old, Doctor. Searching for a new home, because you screwed up my old one." I stated coldly.
"It wasn't my fault." The Doctor raised his voice, but looked around and continued, as I stood up, and took another step towards him.
"Look, Cascade, I know you're sad about Gallefrey, but I can't help it. If I could go back and stop the attack- the war from happening, I would. You would to, but we both have to move on." He whispered, as he put his hands in my shoulders.
"So you are a Timelord." A female voice asked. The doctor and I both turned around to see Clara standing there, outside the TARDIS.
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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...