Clara Holmes?

Part 6 of 7

'No, Doctor! Please don't do that! I don't want to see him. Please just don't let us go back there.' I beg him with tears running down my cheeks, but he seems so cold, so not the Doctor. He has changed into a very cold and distant person.

When we arrive in the control room he still hasn't said a word to me.

'Doctor.'

Still nothing. He flips a few switches and presses a few buttons and we are moving.

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I decided to stop talking to him, but I have to know why he's doing this.

'Doctor, please. Why?'

Nothing. He walks to the door, opens it but stays inside. He's just standing there, watching something. But then I can hear the voice of a young woman, she must be around my age.

'Where are you? I will find you! Mycroft Holmes, where the hell are you? Ugh, I don't want to play this anymore, you're too good at this.' She sounds happy and carefree. I know that name... I feel like chiselled in stone, I can't move.

I can hear a young man laughing, 'Come on, Louise. I was right behind that bush.'

Louise? Mycroft? He really did it. The Doctor really did it. He brought me back in time so I can see my parents.

Finally I find the strength to move and walk to the door to stand next to the Doctor. He moves so I can stand in front of him, my back to his front. We just stand there for a few minutes to watch my parents, sitting on a picnic blanket, chatting like nothing could destroy their world.

'I am really sorry Clara, but I had to show you the reason why you can't think like this about your own father.' I can hear that his voice is sad but strong and determined, so I stay quiet and let him talk.

'Do you see that? Your mother? She was happy with him, she really loved him very much. And don't get me wrong, I am really sorry how it all ended up for you, believe me I really am, but you also had to see how happy she was while she was with him. Maybe he didn't had any other choice than to go away.'

I turn around to see his face. For a moment I forget my own problems and focus on his face. What is there? Guilt and sorrow.

'Doctor, did you have children?' After that question a tear runs along his cheek and he's sniffling.

'Yes, yes I had. Many. But in the end I had to let them all go. And not only did I hurt my children, I also hurt MY parents. My children and parents are dead by now, but your dad might be still alive.'

'Can't you travel to them in the Tardis?'

'Oh Clara, no I can't, I'd be interfering with my own time stream. All is left now are my memories.'

'I'm sorry Doctor.'

'Aw that's alright Clara.' Still he's sniffling. 'I have lived a very long life. It's inevitable that things like this happen. But don't you want to know what really happened? Why he left? We find him and he can explain it to you.'

I don't know if I want to meet the man who's brought so much sorrow and sadness to my mum. I really battle with myself here, but after a few minutes thinking about it I approve to it.

He goes back to the console and hollers back to me that I shall close the door, because I wouldn't want anything to fly into the time stream, or worse anything to fly inside.

Again he's pressing and switching.

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'Hey, he's alright. I already checked, a few days after I met you.'

What?

'You knew the whole story? Why did you ask if you had already known?'

He looks hurt,... hah, it should be otherwise. 'I was just checking if he's alright. I do this check with all my companions. I always check the family. That's a rule if you want to fly in the Tardis.'

'Looking if we're sane, eh?' His face softens a bit, 'And? How is he like?'

'Well, he's a bit stiff, and actually has quite a big nose. Don't know why yours' so small then' with this he points to my nose.

'Always wears a suit. And oh, his brother is a bit weird, seems to think he knows everything about anyone. A bit annoying if you ask me. He's...'

'Doctor! Will I like him?

He just smirks.

'Yes, yes you will, Clara. He would do anything for this brother of his, I've seen it and I'm sure if he could, he would do even more for you. So go out now. Knock on his door and tell him you're his daughter. His Clara.'