The Last Hurrah | A Twelve x Clara fanmix [L I S T E N]
A fanmix for the relationship between Clara Oswald and the Twelfth Doctor, both as individuals and as a whole. Also explores the darkness and looming inevitability regarding the two, whatever it may be.

'Fear makes companions of us all.'

old friends - darren korb | death - white lies | grim reefer - spector | coming of age - foster the people | stay the same - the shoes | across the universe (cover) - fiona apple | i’ll try anything once - the strokes |  everybody’s gotta learn sometimes - beck | give a little love - noah and the whale | bad habit - foals | falling - florence + the machine | tides - the xx | pusher - alt-j | loop the loop - wild beasts | change - white lies | weight of love - the black keys | her face - nathan johnson | run for me - timber timbre | look no further - dido

Out of the Howling (12/12) -- complete

Authors: the-indignantone & oodlyenough
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose
Genre: Angst, drama

: Six years after Bad Wolf Bay, Rose gets a message from another universe.
Excerpt: "Are you…" okay, she intended to finish and then something caught her eye. A suitcase, by the edge of the bed. It was open, and stuffed haphazardly with his clothes and toiletries. Her stomach sank. “What the hell is this?”

Read it on: Tumblr / Livejournal / Teaspoon
Previous chapters: Part one / Part two  / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven

Sunlight streamed into the kitchen and Rose winced, a headache building behind her eyes. It was nothing like the headaches she’d had the last few days, though. Nothing she couldn’t handle. From down the hall, she heard the bathroom door close and then a few moments later, the sounds of the shower running.

Instead of making lunch, Rose found herself doing the dishes, which had piled up over the last few days. Then she cleaned off the counters, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn spot on the kitchen table. She finished the table and then stopped, washcloth clutched tightly in her hands. She didn’t know what to do next. A hollow and empty feeling pressed against her chest. Now that the adrenaline was fading from her system, she felt a deep weariness settling into her body.

She heard the shower turn off, followed by the buzzing of the Doctor’s electric razor. Suddenly she didn’t want to be there when the Doctor finished up. She was tired of summoning up the energy to stay angry with him, and the prospect of another emotionally heart wrenching discussion – in their kitchen no less – was the last thing she wanted.

Decision made, she scribbled a quick note – Off to mum’s, be home soon! – then grabbed her keys and her bag.

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