So, he rode a sleigh! Even if it wa

So, he rode a sleigh! Even if it was only in a dream, it felt so real and so beautiful he continued giggling, unable to stop. Well, he giggled also because of Clara.
Clara was with him again, in the Tardis.
Clara in the Tardis, with a nightie.
Killing a Timelord with all her cuteness.

She was there, for real this time, and listening to the soft humming of the Tardis made her feel like home: he had not redecorated, but she saw some repair on the console. It seemed like something had gone awry, some of the levers were all in the wrong places and there were signs of burnt wires.

He was looking at the monitor, all business, and his long fingers were flying over the controls to search for some new and exciting destination.
Clara looked at him, and the Doctor, feeling her stare, looked back, smiling.
“Why the burning on the console?”
She was serious and concerned.
“I never found Gallifrey. The coordinates were a fake, I lost control”
“And you smashed things around?”
“Yes”
He was no more smiling, the pain of the betrayal again stabbing at his chest.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I thought you were with Danny”
“How long…”
“Doesn’t matter now, does it?
“It does matter, we were miserable - the both of us - and we were alone, because we lied to each other!”
How could a person so little burn with so much intensity was beyond the Doctor comprehension, but there she was, all rage and fury, eyes blazing and mouth set. Although the slippers were a bit of an undermining.
He moved toward her, slow and careful.
Last time he saw her like that, she said he was to go a long way away.

“Sometimes caring too much is a disadvantage”
He said and stopped a few steps from her, wanting to come closer, wanting to reach out and stroke her cheeks, wanting to fill that gap that he had set up so long ago, soon after this new regeneration.
He was terrified then: new face, new hearts, old feelings difficult to cope with.
He was equally afraid now, as if Clara was a little goldfinch ready to fly away and never to come back if he moved too fast.
He thought he already had lost her, to Danny.
Forever.
Because he was an idiot unable to speak his mind and tell her the simple truth: Clara I love you, even if I’m thousands of years old and I’m not from Earth.
What about that? Uh?
But no! He had to go with that terrible, horrible line “I’m not your boyfriend”, yeah, you figure! That was him all manly man, taking his responsibilities and acting like a moron!

Because he saw himself in the mirror, he saw his new face all frowned up and already used and he didn’t recognize that old, bitter twat.
And he thought that Clara would have not seen him either.
She almost didn’t.
Now here they are, second chances don’t come easy, and he is sure he is about to screw it up again. So he remains silent and still.

Clara is staring at him, pondering.
She is addicted to this life: the months they stood apart were awful, one dull day after the other, nothing to wait for, nothing to discover, nothing to run toward. She thought she could definitely loose her mind with nothing to do but remember.
Now the Doctor was one step away, he came in her dream to save her once more and she was again in the Tardis, alive and with the heart thudding loudly.
She stares at him, taking in his narrow face, his wrinkles, his gray hair, and she thinks he is the most powerful sight she has ever seen in her life.
All those months alone, thinking at the swirling events of her recent life and understanding so many things: Danny and the Doctor.
The man with reassuring eyes and square shoulders to lean on and be cuddle from.
The man with the murderous eyebrows and the rough edges to be scared of and be burnt by.
The quiet breeze and the oncoming storm.
She had loved Danny, and she was devastated by his death, but the truth was that she was in love with the Doctor, she always had been and no matter the regeneration, she would always be in love with the mad man in a box.
Caring too much is a disadvantage.
Yes, mayb

結果 (中文) 1:

所以，他骑雪橇!即使是只有在梦里，感觉如此真实，如此的美丽，他继续咯咯地笑着，无法停止。嗯，他咯咯地笑了也因为克拉拉。克拉拉再一次，在与他的 Tardis。克拉拉的 Tardis，与一件睡衣。她的可爱与杀害 Timelord。她在那里，这次是真的，听听柔和的 Tardis 的嗡嗡声让她感觉像家一样: 他有没有重新装修，但她在控制台上看到一些修复。看起来像什么歪了，一些杠杆均录错了地方，烧电线的迹象。他看着监视器，所有的业务，和他长长的手指在控件来寻找一些新的和令人兴奋的目的地上飘扬。克莱拉看着他，和医生，感觉她看得目瞪口呆，回头，微笑着。"为什么在控制台上燃烧呢?"她很严重，有关。"永远不会发现带。坐标是个骗子，我失去了控制""和你砸了周围的事物吗?""是的"他是没有更多的微笑，再一次刺痛着他的胸膛背叛的痛苦。"为什么你不来给我?""我以为你是 Danny""多长时间。......""没关系现在，能做到吗?"这非常要紧，我们很悲惨-我们俩的-和我们两人独处，因为我们对彼此撒谎!"怎么可能一个人这么少，烧伤与这么多强度超出医生的理解，但她在那里，所有的愤怒和愤怒，眼睛里燃烧并口设置。虽然拖鞋有点破坏。他走向她，慢速和小心。最后一次他看到她那样，她说他是走得很远。"有时候过多的关爱是一种劣势"他说，停了几个步骤从她，想要靠近，想要伸手去抚摸她的脸颊，想要填补这一空白，他成立了所以很久以前，不久之后这新的再生。他感到一阵恐惧然后: 新面孔、 新的心、 旧感情难以应付。现在，就好像克拉拉是一个小小的金翅雀准备飞走了，永远不会回来，如果他动得太快，他是同样害怕。他以为他已经失去了她，对 Danny。永远。因为他是白痴不能说出他的想法，告诉她一个简单的真理: 克拉拉爱你，即使我是数千年以前，我不是来自地球。那怎么办?呃?但没有!他只得陪，可怕、 可怕线"我不是你的男朋友"，是的你图!那是他所有男子汉男人，承担他的责任和作用像个白痴!因为他从镜子里看到自己，他看见他的新面孔都不起来时，已经使用和他没认出那个旧的、 苦涩的杂种。他认为，克拉拉会有没有见过他也。她几乎没有。现在他们在这里，第二次机会来之不易，并且他确信他就要搞砸了。所以他保持沉默，并仍。克拉拉盯着他，思考。她已经沉溺于这种生活: 他们站在一旁的几个月太糟糕了，另，丝毫也不等待，没有发现什么运行向后无聊的一天。她认为她可以肯定松决计无事可做，但请记住。现在医生是一步之遥，他进来她梦想着去救她再一次，她又在 Tardis，活着，心脏扑扑的跳大声。她瞪着他，在他狭窄的脸，他的皱纹，他灰白的头发，和她认为他是她所见过她生命中最强大的景象。那些个月的孤独，她最近的生活的旋流事件的思考和认识这么多的事物: Danny 和医生。令人放心的眼睛和广场人依靠的肩上，从拥抱。害怕的并由烧与杀人不眨眼的眉毛和粗糙的边缘人。安静的微风和暴风雨的来临。她曾经爱过 Danny，和她被摧毁他的死亡，但事实是她已经爱上了医生，她一直和再生，无论她会永远在爱与疯子在一个盒子里。计较的太多是不利的。是的也许

結果 (中文) 3:

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