A/N: Before you read this! Make sure you read The Wrong Hands first. This is it's sequel. You will barley understand a single thing that will be happening in this fanfiction unless you do not do so! I do not own Doctor Who (Except in my Dreams). Please enjoy, and positive reviews only plz!

Chapter 1
Memories

For the past couple of days I have decided to take a break from the Doctor. Do I have a reason? Of course I do! It seems we never stop shagging, and sometimes a girl just has to take a break. I do love him of course, but sometimes it hurts me deeply; every time I leave him there in his TARDIS with his big sad eyes. I know he is watching me from afar, and I will never even know that he is even there because he is the Doctor. I just go on with my life, and wait for the next Wednesday to approach so that he may take me to another planet or another time. And by the end of the day we will end up in each others beds.

Now I just lay in my own bed, alone. My room is still and dark, and the only sound you can hear is my ticking clock that lay neck to my bed. It is a very small clock, but it has a big voice. In the corner of my eye is a rose that glows golden, and sits in a little blue vase given to me by the Doctor.

I will never forget the day the Doctor gave me the rose. How could I when there were two of them? I was bouncing from one Doctor to the next that night. I felt like I was falling through his time stream all over again, and yet I wasn't falling. I was dancing! By the end of the night I gave one Doctor his memories, and the other my body. I thought that was pretty fair for the both of them.

Yet last week my Doctor told me something very creepy. He said something about his previous regeneration homing in on me or something. I can barley remember what he said. In my moment of searching for memories I fell asleep. Falling into a world of the past.

What happened last Wednesday? Only in my dreams can I ever remember.

I skipped up the TARDIS steps that lead into the console room. I was ready for another adventure with my Doctor. However, once again, the Doctor was not where he usually was. Why he does these kinds of things to me, I guess I will never know. And just like that in the corner of my eye the Doctor arose from the shadows.

He was silent, and he kept staring at the floor. He obviously didn't want to look up at me. That was a bit insulting to me, but still I worried for him. What was wrong?

He lifted his finger as soon as I was about to open my mouth and ask the question. He pointed it directly at me and said in a quiet voice, almost like he was mumbling "Do you still have that rose I gave you?"

First, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Then I realized he was talking about our little mishap with the tenth Doctor! What did he think I did with the rose? Toss it? Why would I toss a time lord rose? Who knows who rummages in the bins these days.

"Uhhh, No? Why would I do that Doctor? You gave it to me as a gift anyways. It hasn't seemed to have wilted yet either. Strange." I said as I put my finger to my lips.

"Nothing, just asking. Well, not really. That rose is sort of a homing device for my old self, and there is a little alarm ringing in my head saying that I tried to find you with it."

There was a long pause.

"Just a feeling I guess." The Doctor said as he turned into the other direction. I thought he was going to bang his head against a wall for saying that, but instead he just walked out of the console room!

I stood there for the longest time, and I think my mouth was dangling open catching some loose flies in the TARDIS. I don't recall how long I stood there. I was just surprised was all. And it soon came to pass when the Doctor needed to come back to the console room. When he spotted me he tried prying my mouth shut.

First he used his hand. Then he used his sonic screwdriver, and then he used his lips. That's when I was finally able to close my mouth. He started to laugh when he felt me responding. When he pushed me away he looked at me in the eyes.

"Are you alright? You have been standing there for about an hour according to the TARDIS."

I blinked and looked at him.

"Your trying to find me?"

"Oh, I see. Your still on that subject." He said as he walked away and started to play with the many controls of his TARDIS.

"But why?" Was all I could mutter.

"I don't know. Maybe because you kissed me senselessly, and forced me to leave wanting more. Only to satisfy me about…Oh… I don't know… four hundred years later."

I curled my lips in and my eyes started to wonder. "Yeah, I would suppose that was my fault."

"Guess I got impatient." He said smiling to himself devilishly.

"Wait, your not telling me you actually found me!? Did you?"

"Well, I don't know Clara. Hasn't happened to you yet." He said teasingly.

"You found me?"

"Spoilers." He simply said.

"Doctor!" I said at him with a very impatient voice.

He looked at me with a lovingly face and smiled at me. He placed his fingertips underneath my chin and looked at me.

"My impossible girl. I have already experienced it. It was my first time with you ever, though it wasn't yours with me."

"Is that why you weren't so quick on your feet when I came back to the TARDIS that night after kissing you? A little slow, but still full of fire."

"I didn't feel it then. For some reason I feel it now. The memories rushing into my mind all flowing in one by one. Each feeling, and every touch. Why now? I don't know. It may be because of that little rose. Where exactly did you put it?"

It took me a second to regain my footing. "Uhhmm, my bedroom. Why?"

He made a quick grin to himself and kissed my forehead. "There's your answer."

"The rose being in my room draws your tenth version to me? Hardly makes sense."

He rose his hands into the air and had a very childish grin on his face. "I know! Isn't that wonderful!"

The sound of the kettle whistling from the kitchen suddenly startled me, and my body lifted up almost instantly. The last thing I wanted to do was to look at myself in the mirror. I just hate waking up and then staring at my reflection for almost twenty minutes just thinking about sleep. I don't know why I do it, but it just happens.

I took one foot out of my warm bed, and the other foot followed shortly behind. I didn't even want to stand up. I just wanted to fall back into a perfectly soft comforter. I gave myself a quick push off my bed, and I almost stumbled right onto the floor. That would have been a horrible way to get up. The shocking noise of the kettle screaming in your ear, and then scraping your knees on the cold floor after being in a warm bed.

I turned my head to look directly at the rose. It was the nightlight into my almost dark room. Since the sun was shining today there was a little bit of light sneaking through my curtains. It glowed so bright at that one moment. It almost appeared on fire, but then again, I just woke up.

I started to walk toward to kitchen to get to the kettle. I picked out my morning tea and placed it into my mug. I poured the boiling water into my mug, and placed the kettle back down. The kettle continued to whistle for a couple seconds more. Those are the whistles I love the most. They are almost like the leaves of autumn. The last evidence of summer, and its warm embrace.

Just as I was about to poor my milk into my tea I hear three raps at my door. The first thing I did was look at the clock on my stove.

6:45am

I put down my milk and looked out my nearest window. It was still dark outside, but there was the sun. Being stubborn as ever. God, I hate the sun in the summer.

I looked down at my clothing. I was hardly wearing anything! The only thing on my body was a silken nightgown, and underwear. I couldn't answer the door in a million years wearing what I was wearing! I had to go grab my bathrobe in my bedroom.

Once again at the door were the three raps. I had to let the person know that I was home. I quickly let out an "I'll be right there." as I kept a quick pace for my bedroom.

I grabbed my bathrobe and wrapped it around my body. Now, I had to look at myself in the mirror. I took a quick peek, and my hair wasn't all that messy, then again it's this persons fault that they are going to see me like this in the first place. What do they expect? Showered, clothed, and wearing makeup? Too bad.

Then it suddenly came to me. I could ignore this guy. Just let him knock the door, and then give up on me and walk away! The neighbors have been complaining recently about all these Jehovah's Witnesses coming by. So I just stopped, I stood still, and I waited.

Suddenly, a golden glow caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see the rose glowing brighter than ever before. I thought I was going to need to get a extinguisher. Then the three knocks came once again. I turned my head almost immediately.

Suddenly my dream was coming back to me.

"It may be because of that little rose." He said to me exactly. I felt my feet starting to pull me toward to door.

"That rose is sort of a homing device for my old self, and there is a little clock ringing in my head saying that I tried to find you with it." My hand reached for my door, and I unlocked it.

I opened the door, and there stood the tenth Doctor. He looked unamused, but when he saw me, I could see the excitement grow in his eyes. His smile grew as he looked down at me.

"Hello Clara Oswald. Miss Me?"

"Just a feeling I guess."

One Last Time