I want to apologize because I have abandoned this story. I wasn't too inspired to continue it, but in the end, I decided to give it a good end. Sorry for the inconvenience. It is difficult to write a story in a different language without help. I hope you liked it. Thank you for all your reviews, follows, and favorites. You are all such kind people.



The Tardis buzzed unusually; it was the first time it didn't seem angry at her. God, She had missed the ship so much. They had just left John again in Unit, she had not known very well what had happened, but apparently, John had taken the position of brigadier. Kate had been quite angry to find out that, and The Doctor kept telling him that all he needed was to grow his mustache. She didn't understand anything and didn't care too much. Good for John. She was sure he would be a good boss at UNIT and that they would see each other again in the future ... or in the past, who knows.

Clara watched the Doctor. He had been reticent since they had entered into the Tardis. His eyes were looking sideways at the suitcase she had left next to the stairs, still unpacked, making him nervous.

"I'm not going anywhere," She said, breaking the silence.

He raised his eyebrow and continued fiddling with some buttons on the console. Sometimes Clara wondered if those buttons really did something or were just decoration for the Doctor to play with them like a little boy.

His hand rested on the lever, but he did not actuate it. "You know Clara. The last time we talked, seriously, you said you were afraid of the idea of not controlling the situation. You wanted to get away as quickly as possible."

"I know. I was wrong. And you too."

He did not turn. The monitor of the Tardis must be exciting. He finally sighed. "May I know why you change your opinion? I need to know."

She also fiddled with the buttons. Of course, none worked. "I suppose that in these last weeks in which ... you got away as quickly as possible," Clara emphasized those words. "made me see that the real world is very boring." She thought it would be a hard conversation, but soon she realized that if there was something valuable about the Doctor, is that she didn't have to pretend with him, everything was more comfortable that way.

He smirked at that.

Clara needed some answers too "What made you come back? You still haven't told me where you went."

"Well, you know me, I like to go around, visiting places, people ..."

"Who was it?" She said casually.

Finally, he turned to look at her. His eyes were an open book. "You clever girl, Clara Oswald." He sighed. "Well, he is… he was… a good friend. One of the best. And… it made me think that…" His voice trailed off.

She put her hand on his, the Tardis made a strange buzz. Somehow it was also part of that conversation.

"I would do anything to protect you. Including leaving you on earth. But I thought the same as you."

Clara did not understand and had unconsciously put some strange face because he smirked. "Life in space is very boring without good company."

She pressed her hand against his. "Well, let's remedy that, and let's get lost in space."

"No." He said, very seriously.


"No. Before that, I have a promise to keep."

"Oh yeah?"

"How can you have forgotten? Well, don't mind it, human brains are so ridiculous."

She rolled her eyes. "Repeat that again, and I'll send you to the moon without Tardis."

He was surprised. "Well, I promised you that I would take you to enjoy the best breakfast in the universe. In the 19th century. Oh, Clara, what chocolate croissants... So much sugar."

She smiled as they operated the lever together. The rotor of time began to move, and the Tardis dematerialized, heading for a new adventure.

The End.