“ you deserve to know everything about me. all of it. so… here. read all of it. it’ll tell you everything you need to know. ”

Theta hadn’t expected Clara to burst through his office doors at eleven in the evening. Especially with a pile of notebook which she dropped on his desk. Yes, she was technically his favourite student (though he’ll never tell her that), despite not officially being enrolled but coming in with what Theta assumed to be a pile of research for him to read and correct was going a bit far.

Clara: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Theta: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Clara: ...

“Come on, quickly! Get up! We need to move!”

Theta had found another civilian caught in the crossfire. He didn’t give her the option to refuse before grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him and away from the plasma bolts that soared over their heads. 

One thing that Theta was grateful for was the visor of his helmet covering his face. Right now he looked like an ordinary solider and not the Lord President. If the Daleks found out he was on site they would annihilate the town just to get to him. His armour was to protect those around him as well as himself. 

      “——they’re supposedly harmless,  and they are little!  It’s not my fault that they’re nasty towards truthful facts.  They’re gnomes!  They’re not supposed to bite!”  He’s quite disgruntled now.  “The ones with the red hats bite.  That was,  oh,  that one had a red hat.”  He eyed at his hand where the gnome bit him and watched as Clara bandaged his wound.  “You wouldn’t nip at me.  Humans don’t nip at people.  Do they?  Are you attempting to go back to the cavemen era where you bite?” 

It was a day like all the others before them, tough. Theta’s feet dragged as he trudged into his quarters, shutting the door behind him. The usual beep came from the locking mechanism, ensuring his place was locked and secure with only those with direct access allowed to enter. However, he didn’t even hear the beep, in fact he could barely hear the door slam behind him. It must have slammed since he felt the floor vibrate from the impact. 

His ears rang from the week long constant sound of sirens and explosions. The war was drawing closer and closer to an end and Theta wasn’t sure which side would survive, if any. 

A defeated sigh escaped from him as he gave up his journey to his bedroom and elected to resting on the couch instead. Turning into his living area, he paused at the door, completely shocked to see a young well dressed woman sitting on the couch and apparently working on paperwork. 

“Wrong apartment,” he told her, hand resting on the handle of his pistol. Yet he wasn’t graced with a response. Perhaps she was just as deafened as he was, raising his voice his repeated the statement but the woman didn’t even flinch. Now worried, Theta withdrew his weapon and slowly approached the woman. “Earth calling intruder?”

Theta stood beside the woman now and stared down at the work she was- wait correcting? She was reviewing homework. Curiosity overtook his worry as he reached out to poke her and distract her from her work so she could finally explain what was happening. 

Clara’s brown eyes softened, a gentle shake of her head as if she couldn’t believe the man had ever considered he wasn’t. She’d lived thousands of lives and each of his was more than enough in her eyes. Clara’s fingers found their way to his own, wrapping tightly around them with a soft smile.

“You’ll always be enough for me,” she insisted, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. “You’re my Doctor. No matter how far you run from the title.”