DW: Let It Go
Author's Note: The following story was written before I had seen "The End of Time," and "The Time of the Doctor." Any similarities between this story and the former is pure coincidence.
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Everything has its time, and everything ends…
The door to the TARDIS creaked and then suddenly slammed open as the bloodied hand of the Doctor struggled to open it. Once it was wide enough to step through, he clumsily but gently staggered in carrying an unconscious Clara in his arms. With his feet about as mobile as lead bricks he made his way into his ship and set Clara gently down on the console room floor, being careful not to hit her head against the cold metal.
He then turned his attention to the reason his hands were covered in blood. Underneath his now soaked shirt was a large cut across his abdomen. While it wasn’t very long or deep, what was happen