such_heights | Doctor Who 9x12

Oh wow. Very happy with that finale.

CLARA STOLE A TARDIS AND FOUND HERSELF A COMPANION AND RAN AWAY. OH MY GOD. I'd even kind of hoped for that after Ashildr first got given the second immortal chip?

Also, wow, Moffat had a *lot* of feelings about how shitty Donna's ending was, huh. The Doctor forgets instead! And it's sad but not tragic, because, well, as another Doctor said to another companion:

I’ll be a story in your head, but that’s okay, because we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I always meant to take it back.

And there was a Ponds mention, and a great regeneration, and lol Rassilon lol, and cloisters and the Matrix and everything once again coming down to a few people in a room having emotions. I cried in a really good way.

I require all the fic in the world about Clara and Me and their adventures.

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This is basically how I felt about it all. It was an absolutely incredible series, ranking only a smidge higher than the Ponds' first series because it ended with queer ladies in space yayyyyyy!

I fought through the carnage on the street. Dismembered creatures I can't even begin to describe littered the tarmac, their innards pulped across the screens of the few cars parked overnight. How can I explain it? The need for coffee in the morning can make a person thoughtless. Besides, I'd not tried the new American diner which had appeared one day at the end of the street.

"Morning," said the self-possessed young woman behind the counter.

I was going to ask for an Americano, but I couldn't see where the prices were. That's one of the better things about independents, though: they don't try to burn their demands for hard cash on to the back of your eyes at 8am.

The young woman gazed at me expectantly. She was very young, I thought; probably on a gap year before university, with the all-knowingness of young adulthood in her eyes; her future options all measured up and only waiting for her to choose. She seemed to be the right person to ask.

"What happened out there?"

"Oh, just my friend. Well, it was as much the Thalcathusians. We told them that their engines were full of foam rubber and not human tissue, but they didn't listen. It turns out Clara has a way with second-hand furniture dealers. But then, she has a way with lots of things."

I'd not ordered anything, but while the young woman was talking she was fighting the retro - or was it antique? - coffee machine fixed to the wall.

"I'd swear this thing reconfigures each materialisation."

A door opened and closed at the back of the diner. "Hiya." This must be Clara. She was a bit older than her friend, I thought, more obviously energetic, her eyes flashing a somewhat mocking curiosity, as if possessed of secrets. "I didn't think we'd get customers this morning, what with the spacecraft and aliens problem. I should have thought about clearing that up a bit more before I got changed."

"Oh, let's just get UNIT, or Torchwood, or one of those fine organisations to clear up. It's what they are for. They'll just get confused anyway, and won't do anyone any harm."

I was still staring at Clara.

"Yes, she is pretty." I'd been caught. "A good kisser, even though she is technically dead."

"That's an exaggeration." Clara winked at the woman behind the counter, who raised her eyebrows and looked back with a fond and perhaps possessive smirk.

"Dead?" I shouldn't have spoken. I was clearly out of my depth here.

"Yes. Not that I know much about death personally. It was a long time ago, and I keep meaning to go and pick up my journals as a reminder. You know how it is."

She'd finally extracted some coffee. It was frothy on top and still and sharp below, like I've imagined people drinking in old American films. "Who do I thank for this?" I ventured, knowing I was probably digging myself further into a hole.

"The wisdom of the ages, I suppose. I'm just" - and space seemed to ripple around her as she spoke, and there was a weight in 'just' which suggested it wasn't to be taken at all lightly, and a final and definite determination in that last word - "Me."

eeeee! How totally delightful. :D

Thanks - it was a bit longer than I had planned and I wouldn't have posted it as a comment otherwise!

and a great regeneration

Please tell me I'm not losing Twelve already?

Oh no, not to worry! Another Time Lord.

Thanks! :D

Can there be a Clara/Lady Me spin-off cause that would be FANTASTIC??!

That was utterly, utterly fantastic! After I finished the episode, I watched the ending with Clara and Me in the TARDIS three times in a row (yay for DVR). That was a gorgeous ending to a great series.

IT WAS SO GOOD, OMG.

It was very happy making and I was completely unspoiled. Glorious.

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