Okay I need to clear up a few things here.

I finished writing this chapter, reread it, and realised I want to clear up that if you've read xXdreameaterXx's fic Double Trouble this is by no means an attempt to rip it off! Hopefully that will become clear over the chapters.

Actually that was it… never mind. Enjoy!

"I don't get it why am I doing this?" Clara asked her sister. "We haven't done this since high school."

Bonnie handed her the glass of wine and sat down, "because you owe me."

"High school Bonnie, that was at high school," she groaned. "Plus you slept with the guy, why are you complaining? And you didn't have to pretend to be me!"

"Oh yeah…" Bonnie smirked. "Well anyway, I really don't want to go on this date but I can't get out of it - that's where you come in."

Clara sipped her wine, "and why do you think I do want to go on it?"

"Oh I don't think you do, he's really dull and like almost twice our age, but I can't physically be in two places at once - but it can look like I am," she winked at her sister and grinned.

Why was she even considering this? Clara had done one too many favours for her sister over the years when she'd got herself into messes but this was a whole step up from picking Bonnie up at 3am. "So you've double booked yourself then. Why don't you just tell the first guy you can't go anymore?"

"It's a long story. Please Clara it's just one date - you get a free meal out of it and neither of us has to see him again after. The second guy is amazing. He's so gorgeous, really fit and super sweet," Bonnie begged, putting her puppy eyes on.

Clara groaned, "fine! But there had better be more wine where this came from to make sure I don't change my mind before tomorrow."

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Honestly, she wasn't sure what was worse - agreeing to go on this date or having to let Bonnie dress her. The tight dress was not her usual go-to outfit on a date or pretty much any situation, but tonight she was Bonnie Oswald and tonight she had to pretend to be comfortable. As they dressed up, her sister filled her in on everything she needed to know about her work and how she knew this mysterious John. "Wait so he's a client? Won't that be weird when you see him at work?"

"Ex-client. We finished the job last week. Don't worry he's one of the nice ones - just a little dull," Bonnie shrugged while applying lipstick to her sister.

"You don't need to keep reminding me of that fact, I'm sure I'll be reminded enough later. Are you done now? This all seems a bit excessive," Clara sighed. She turned to the mirror and almost wanted to take back her previous sentence - she did look really hot.

Bonnie admired her work proudly, "and now there are two of me."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes Clara stood up from the chair and went over to check her bag. There had always been two of Bonnie, Clara had never needed to duplicate herself - at least not in a way that Bonnie would be useful for. As such, when they were younger Clara always got mistaken for her sister, but rarely did it occur the other way round. Clara Oswald lived in the shadow of her twin. Even to this day Bonnie was the 'successful child' because being a teacher was evidently not as important as a beauty business entrepreneur. Granted her sister did have her company spread across 4 countries now, but the whole thing did not excite Clara one bit. She'd also seen the way her sister worked and she did not like it - to be honest she was surprised any of her clients would want to go on a date with her, even the old and dull ones.

"Red or blue?" Bonnie perked up from the other side of the room. Clara looked confused, "cars. You don't remember the names so I went for colours."

"Why can't I just take my bike?" Clara groaned.

Her sister looked disgusted. "In that dress? You are not putting leathers over the top of that my dear. No no no. So which car?"

"I really don't care. Which one is slower?" she asked. Bonnie had a thing about sports cars these days.

"Red it is," she chucked the keys over. "Right I'd better go. House key is on there too to lock up, but don't think about coming back after."

"I have no intention on walking in on whatever you plan on doing," Clara replied.

"Bye little sis!" Bonnie chirped.

"12 minutes. You are 12 minutes older," Clara spoke through gritted teeth to absolutely nobody while she finished getting ready.

Eventually she plucked up the courage to leave the house, locking up behind her and reluctantly getting into the red car in the garage and driving out to the restaurant. Bonnie insisted that she had to be late to make sure he saw the car which seemed pointless when there was no intention of any second date, but late she did arrive - parking up and going inside the restaurant where she recognised the man from his pictures. Clara took a deep breath, cleared her throat and walked over to where he stood up by their table. "John! So lovely to see you again," she smiled and they kissed on the cheek. He was a lot better looking in person, Clara observed.

"Bonnie you look absolutely wonderful, have a seat - I got your favourite wine," he gestured to the bottle. Clara knew how expensive that wine was, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Too kind John," she smiled, sitting down and placing her bag out of the way. "How have you been? We miss having you cheering up the meetings." That was a lie - Bonnie was glad to be rid by the way she spoke about him, but she also told Clara to be polite.

He poured her wine and smiled, "I'm sure they're not as fun anymore although no doubt you're busy anyway."

"Mmm definitely," Clara sipped on her wine. "Never stops. How are you anyway?" She was desperate not to have to talk shop for too long.

John started speaking about his company, most of which completely bypassed Clara but she didn't mind listening to him. There was a light Scottish lilt to his voice which was almost hypnotising to listen to. They paused briefly to order their food before returning to the conversation. "So then Bonnie, what do you get up to outside of work?"

"Oh a lot of relaxing, I'm a big fan of a movie night. But I also don't say no to a good night out. Love a bit of both worlds," Clara smiled over her wine. "How about you?"

"Well I have to say it's been a few years since I've been on a night out, but I'm also a big fan of a movie night. Do a lot of reading too, I'm right at home with a classic novel and a cup of tea - as boring as that might sound to a young adventurer like you," John replied. Clara internally wished she could jump into a conversation about Jane Austen but had to bite her tongue. Why was this man so lovely?

She looked back up at him, realising she'd taken a bit too long to reply. "I'm sure they're good, can't say I own too many books myself." That honestly felt like the worst lie she'd ever told.

"Well maybe I'll have to challenge you to read my favourite," he smiled a little flirtatiously.

Clara couldn't help but smile back, "maybe you will." Why did she say that? She wasn't meant to see him again.

"Alright then - Pride and Prejudice. I have a copy in my car I can lend you," he told her. She didn't say no, Bonnie was going to hate her.

Over the night it turned out they had more in common and it was driving Clara crazy. How Bonnie could describe him as boring she would never know. He was gorgeous, interesting and made her laugh. They had a wonderful meal, chatting all the way through and John even escorted her back to the car at the end, getting the book for her on the way. "Call me when you've finished," he told her and they parted ways.

Clara sat in Bonnie's car and didn't move straight away. This was a big mistake, she couldn't see him again even if she wanted to - and she really wanted to. She also had no need for the copy of Pride and Prejudice currently sat on the passenger seat as she had 3 at home and 2 at school (not including the student copies). She was interrupted by her phone ringing and let out an audible groan as she reached over to pick it up - surprised to see her sister's name on the screen.

"Not taken him back for a good time then?" Clara answered the phone with a little smirk.

Bonnie could almost hear her facial expression, "very funny. Actually he's a very genuine guy and I decided to play it cool. We're going out again next weekend. Want to come round and I can gloat about how much better my night was than yours?"

"Ergh I hate you," she started to do her seatbelt up.

"And yet you're still coming. See you soon," Bonnie hung up and Clara sighed, driving off to her.

Greeted by a glass of wine, Clara sat down on the sofa and flicked her heels off. "Alright then, brag away."

And she did. Bonnie spoke about how gorgeous this Danny was, how he'd been in the army and come back to settle down. In fact she talked a lot and Clara just listened and drunk her wine. In her defence he did sound like a very decent guy, but Clara's mind kept drifting back to John.

Hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think, this is very different to anything I've ever written.