The twelfth hour

Goodbye

Clara's POV
I can't believe him. Maybe I was being childish but he was off galavanting with Missy. He looks much better now he's standing and breathing on his own. But I wasn't going to get into it. I can't be as stuck up as I want to not now. Not when I know he tried his hardest to get to me. It still hurt. I mean I am his best friend no matter what Missy says. I walked off to where the showers were and turned on the hot water. I ran back to my room, grabbed an outfit I had left and then went back to the shower. I would talk to the doctor when my head was clear.

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Doctors POV
Missy had walked me down the opposite way Clara had gone, off to the shower on the other side of the Tardis. She turned on the water then sat me down, before running off somewhere. I knew she didn't believe it but she really was too good for me. I mean I put her through hell for years and years. Even her passed regenerations. She came back into the large bathroom, with a stack of clothes. None that I had worn in years, they looked far too big.

"I thought it might be smart if you didn't have to wear your suit, even though it looks fantastic, erm, I think it would be best if you were in something more comfortable." She blushed slightly. So she did admire me. I nodded agreeing with her, slightly flustered from the emotion she was showing, it was nice if I was, to be honest.

"I'll leave you to it, yell if you need anything." She said smiling awkwardly. It was sweet.

"Of course." I set to work undoing my buttons on my undershirt that was passed saving. Before slowly pulling the already soaked through bandages off my torso. If anything it was getting worse, blue and purple hues standing out more now. I suppose it could be worse, at least I'm standing on my own now. I left my wrists covered to try to stop as much bleeding as possible, even though they weren't very helpful. I was going to stitch those up in a bit. Finishing undressing I gingerly got into the water, the old blood washing away, down the drain. I ran my fingers through my hair getting all of the dirt out from the past day or two. I stood there long as I could before finishing up and getting back out looking around for a towel. No luck. I could have sworn I had kept them all stocked. I searched out Missy telepathically.

"Can you hear me?" I felt her nod well not physically but well you know. "I need a towel? I would get one myself but I don't want to bump into Clara." I said my ears turning red, what an idiot I was.

"Okay hon, give me two minutes I will be there, also don't be bashful I can sense it... this is something I can make fun of you for, for years. Oh, what fun." With that, I heard her start to walk down the hall.
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I sat in the library with the fire burning, in a jumper at least 3 sizes to big and a pair of jeans I hadn't seen for years, they came up just slightly short on my legs leaving my ankles uncovered. I looked over at Missy enjoying the shadows the fire made on her face, she was beautiful as always. Normally I would have relented to wearing such casual clothing but at this point, I didn't have the strength to fight her.

"Tea?" She said breaking the silence.

"Sure, um... I can make it." I said attempting to stand only to fall back with a gasp. "Ow," I said semi-sarcastically. She laughed and shook her head.

"No you need to sit, I will see if I can find some pain reliever of some sort. Also, you need to eat, no getting away from it this time." I sighed but didn't argue. She walked down in the direction of the kitchen. I knew I probably did need to eat, but that honestly sounded awful. I heard someone walk in and I nearly made a remark about how fast that was when Clara walked around the side of my large chair.

"We need to talk." She said her eyes were red and her face was slightly tear-stained, I still barely understood why but, that was hardly the problem. I nodded and she continued. "I shouldn't have left the Tardis, it was unfair for me to start all of this. But honestly, why Missy? Out of all the people or even time lords you could have chosen, why her? You should have known that she wasn't your best option from the start." I sat there slightly shocked, when did this become her business? Last I checked it wasn't.

"Clara Oswald, I don't understand how you could be blaming this on her, I have told you over and over again that we both agreed to this, this wasn't her fault. Also, why do you care, you could have left at any point in time, and never turned back, but suddenly you are so interested. Fine, you want to play this game, why Danny? You could have chosen anyone, why pick Danny? Do you see now why I chose her? BECAUSE I LOVE HER!" At that point, I had risen to my feet. Wincing as my side pulled. I knew I had hit a pressure point, we had been avoiding the topic of Danny since his death. Of course, that was when Missy walked back in setting a tea tray down on a table quickly before rushing over to my side, hoping to steady me as I swayed slightly. Clara gasped and took a step back a bit, hurt etched across her face, not only did I bring up Danny but she knew I loved missy yet this seemed to finalize things completely.  Her decision fell into place.

"Okay then, I think we are at an impasse. I can't be with her but you can't be without her, we both know it's not safe for me to leave yet, so just both of you stay away from me when this is over I will leave and hope not to see either of you again. Goodbye Doctor I hope you have a nice rest of your life, however long that is, I can't wish you the same Missy." Those words hit me like a brick I inhaled sharply all past anger leaving as she gave me a final hug, my breath caught and as she left my eyes started to tear up and Missy guided me as I fell back into the chair. I brought a hand up to my mouth as a sob broke loose from my throat. Missy could easily fit with me on the chair and she slid down next to me, allowing me to cry into her.

"Shh, it will be okay Theta, I have you." She stroked through my now dry hair. What had I done? This time it really was my fault. The saddest part was... I would do it again, I loved Missy too much to let her go. She seemed to feel the same, by the time I had calmed, the tea and soup had long gone cold. She stood to go get more, saying that it was time I ate. At least she would always be there.

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