We Are Clara Oswin Oswald

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I am Oswin Oswald, Junior Entertainment Manager of Starship Alaska.
I am Clara Oswin, a Governess and barmaid.
I am Clara Oswald, I am a nanny.

What we have in common is each other.
We are Clara Oswin Oswald. We were born to save The Doctor.

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6. The Time of My Doctor

 


 

Day 588, I'm no longer stuck at 363.

   It's Christmas day, but the gift I hoped for didn't just show but disappeared altogether. 

   The Doctor received a message from a planet, and when we got down there we found a crack. He said it was a crack in time, opened by the Time Lords, as he saved Gallifrey on the Day of the Doctor. The message, which was a question, was 'Doctor Who?' The oldest question in the universe.

   The Doctor sent me back to the TARDIS, and I found myself back home. Then in space. I clung onto the TARDIS, as I didn't want to let go of my adventures and my Doctor. After three hundred years, we reached the planet, which I found was Trenzalore. The Doctor's fate seemed inevitable, by then, but I didn't want to believe it.

   I thought I couldn't, as he could regenerate. But he told me this was his last face. Part of me felt special that his last face was seen and touched by me, and hopefully I touched his heart.

   We then went back into the TARDIS, and he showed me his big sad eyes, and promised he wouldn't send me away, ever again. Then he left me behind. I would've tries to run after him, but emotionally I don't think I could've. I wish I had. Because I lost more minutes with him, which means more years. When Tasha Lem came for me, she told me 'he shouldn't die alone.' I knew it was the end, for Trenzalore and for the Doctor.

   I walked through the dying planet, littered with the remnants of nightmares and monsters, before I saw what was left of my Doctor. I brought him a cracker. He wanted a knock knock joke, but all I had were lousy poems in my crackers. Unfortunately I read him a poem that was fitting.

 

   "And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves, Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking Twelves."

 

   He then bid me goodbye. When he left, I turned to the crack. I told them to help him change the future. Do it, I said. Someone ought to tell them as they had been getting it wrong, his name was all he needs. His name is the Doctor. When I said that, the light ended, and the crack closed. It then reappeared in the sky. And the Doctor began to regenerate. Then I knew the time of the Doctor was over. The time of my Doctor was over.

 

   I climbed out the rubble, to find only more of it, and the TARDIS dusty and dirty. I put the phone back in the little door, and closed the larger one as I walked in. From the chaos outside into the calmness of the Time Machine. I paced around the console, to see some fish fingers and custard. Odd. Then I heard footsteps, and he was young again. The Doctor. My Doctor. I knew he was going to change, and I begged him not to. But he told me he'd never forget. Finally he did have something of value to remember. Him. And me. Travelling through time and space in a blue box. He'd always remember when the Doctor was him.

 

   I stretched out my hand, to try and be with him one last time, but with a flash, and a jerk, my Doctor was gone. I stared at this new, old face. And he stared back at me, before collapsing to the ground. I didn't know what I should do, help, run. He was a stranger to me, again. The Doctor was a stranger again. He said he didn't like the colour of his kidneys, but all I could do was stare, frozen. He then said the TARDIS was crashing, into what I don't know! Then he asked me how to fly it. In case you're wondering I can't. And it seemed the new Mad Man with a Box couldn't fly it either... or maybe he thinks it's a snogging booth. I wish he did. I wish he was my Doctor again.

 

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