Rating: All ages
Word Count: 1878
Author's Summary: She doesn't want to hurt him. She just doesn't want to be hurt by him. He's too busy running from himself.
Characters/Pairings: Ace Mcshane, Clara Oswald, Eleventh Doctor
Recc'ed Because: It's actually the third part of a series but I read it before the others and I think it stands alone very well. I love Ace and this story touches on how the Time war affected her and how she was hurt when the Doctor left her behind. It is also ambiguous, doesn't pull its punches, and a reminder that the Doctor's brand of running causes damage for himself as well as those left behind.
"Did I tell you I accidentally married Marilyn Monroe once? And Elizabeth the First. And the time I accidentally married Tegan." He was just rambling now.
"I met her." All traces of humor, repressed or otherwise, had been eradicated.
"Tegan? She is on Earth in this time period—"
"No, River." Dorothy wasn't much taller than Clara, but her presence and her anger took up much more space. "She was nice enough to let me know you didn't die in the Time War. I suppose you just couldn't be bothered?"
The smiles were gone now. He paced back and forth."Last time I met you, you punched me in the face. I took that as a sign I was unwelcome."
"I thought you were dead!" The shout echoed down the empty, wet pavestones.
The rain fell. Clara wondered if she should be here for this conversation. It might be better to give them privacy. She didn't move.
The Doctor sighed and leaned up against the side of the TARDIS. Despite having the body of a young man, sometimes, such as now, Clara was struck with the impression of incredible, incredible age. "In some ways I am. And in others I am unfortunately not."