A/N: This episode takes place after the season finale "The Name of the Doctor". Moffat left us hanging with the "secret" and of course our minds wander when the season is over, so I decided to write my take on it. Feel free to give me your concrit, your thoughts, and let me know of any plot holes in the story. Thank you. ~Laura
Prologue:
Clara was in her room now, safe and sound. Their last mishap had him worried out of his mind over her; he wouldn't lose another Companion, not the way he lost Amy and Rory, not the way he lost Donna. He couldn't give her up, though, he had proven that much after Amy and Rory. He couldn't exactly keep her around, either. She was in danger, especially now that she learned of his secret: the Doctor who broke the vow, the Doctor who sealed his fate. The Doctor of today never told anyone that he was the 11th Doctor; they just assumed that he wasn't hiding past incarnations. But the Doctor keeps secrets for the sake of everyone, and it's better that way.
He sat in the Tardis now, watching her sleep on the screen. It had been a long night, and she was curled up in a ball on her bed, restless even in her sleep. How much longer could he deny the truth? How much longer could he hide it not only from her, but from himself? There was nothing on Earth more pitiful that denial, he knew. "A truth that is plain to see, unheard by you, unheard by me..." the old (translated) Gallifreyan rhyme went. His hearts beat in his chest when he heard Clara whisper, "Doctor." He sighed and set the coordinates for his next destination.