Emily unlocked the door to her dormitory room to find the lights already on. She walked in cautiously, until she saw Clara stood in her room by the window, wearing the same black leather jacket she'd last seen her in. What the fuck was happening? How was she here? Right here in her room waiting for her? How had she even got in?
"What the fuck-" Emily said loudly, reacting to seeing her unexpectedly. She laughed out loud.
"You know," said Clara, looking out of the window, replacing the curtain, turning around to look at her. "I don't think we finished our conversation earlier."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" said Emily, immediately feeling a wave of shock travel through her body. "How is this even possible?"
"I kind of... borrowed a time machine," Clara smiled at her. "As you do."
"So you just thought you'd turn up in my room?" said Emily. "When I haven't heard a single thing from you..." Emily paused, "for the past two weeks?"
"I am absolutely going to kill him," said Clara, shaking her head, the colour draining from her face. "I'm so sorry, he told me it was the same day."
"I haven't heard from you for two fucking weeks," said Emily loudly, she then continued quietly, "I thought you were ignoring me after last time."
"Oh god, no," Clara said, walking towards her, "no, no, no, no, I really wasn't." She tried to put her hand on Emily's arm, she shrugged it off.
"Really?" said Emily, half sarcastically. "When was the last time you saw me?" She folded her arms.
"Yesterday morning when I dropped you off outside your place-" said Clara. It was clear she was being liberal with the truth. Her hair was noticeably longer and although she couldn't be 100% sure in the light, she definitely had the hint of a tan.
"Are you fucking lying to me?" said Emily, her eyes were beginning to sting a little.
"No, I'm not." Her eyes said otherwise.
Emily thought for a moment. "How long ago was yesterday?" she said, deferently.
"Ok," Clara sighed. "Look, I would have told you."
"Told me what?" Emily said, feeling her chin beginning to crease. She looked up to the ceiling.
"I've been... away," Clara said, nodding her head, aiming her large brown eyes in Emily's direction.
"How long?" asked Emily feeling a tear well up in the corner of her right eye. She wiped it with the corner of her sleeve.
"Eight weeks," said Clara, quietly.
"Eight weeks," Emily repeated. "Where have you been... for eight... fucking... weeks?" She just about managed to fight back tears.
"It was only supposed to be a day out to some planet," said Clara, "the Doctor and I ended up trapped in a network of sapphire caves-"
"A network of sapphire caves," Emily repeated blankly, before laughing out loud. "Really, you expect me to believe that?"
"Yes. We'd have been absolutely fine if the Doctor insulted some high priest and made him throw us down a well, into said network of sapphire caves. It was not nice."
"You have a time machine and you let me sit here for two weeks thinking you've dropped off the face of the earth?" Emily said, feeling a tear running down her face slowly. "Thanks." She stood with her back to Clara, looking out of the window.
"Do you want me to go back?" asked Clara, "because I will."
"No," said Emily sternly. She turned to look at Clara, her eyes beginning to redden, upset. "You can't just go back and change stuff."
"Then tell me what I can do," said Clara, looking down at her hands. "I'm sorry, ok?" Clara sat down on the bed and dabbed a finger in the corner of her eye, aiming her gaze towards the ceiling.
Emily sighed. She felt angry, annoyed and upset. She put her right palm and forehead on the window pane, trying to subside her tears. "It's late," she said noticing the time was almost midnight, "I think... you should come back tomorrow," she said quietly, not sure if it was because she was too angry or whether she didn't want Clara to see her like this.
"Ok," said Clara, nodding, standing up and straightening out her leather trench coat. "I understand. I honestly didn't realise it had been that long, you have to believe me."
"Tell me tomorrow," said Emily turning to lean backwards onto the window, avoiding her glances.
"When? Where should I meet you?" Clara said, standing a few paces away from her, thankfully having the good sense to not attempt anything else. There was a small part of her that wanted to kiss her, despite how upset she was.
"I'll message you," Emily said. "I'm presuming your phone is working now?"
"Yes," Clara said quietly, nodding. "Ok," she said resigned, turning around and walking towards the front door. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
Emily made no attempt to move from the window, letting Clara leave through the door without stopping her, noticing out of the corner of her eye that she paused to look back at her before exiting.
Emily moved herself off the window, sitting on the bed where Clara had been sat moments ago. She lied down, cuddling one of the extra pillows on the single bed, upset, she'd had a few drinks already that probably wasn't helping. She sobbed quietly to herself as she fell into a deep sleep.