Hey guys! So this is my first Superwholock story, I hope you like it! Please rate and review!

So this takes place:

Right after "His Last Vow."

A few months after "Soul Survivor."

A few months after "The Name of the Doctor."

Enjoy!

Clara rubbed her eyes sleepily as she trumped down the many staircases, wrapped in a blanket. She came to the console and stopped, glaring at it.

"Where. Is it. Now?" Clara growled.

The console beeped a few times, and Clara sneered.

"This isn't funny anymore! You do this every Thursday and, quite frankly, it's getting old!"

The console beeped again.

"Put my bedroom back!" Clara pleaded. "I'm exhausted. This isn't fair!"

The TARDIS was silent.

"Fine," Clara snapped, curling up in one of the chairs. "You win. I give up."

She was finally dozing with a high pitched beeping went off, and red lights flashed across the console. Clara frowned and sat up. "What's the matter with you?"

The Doctor appeared from a hall quickly, sliding into the control room. "What's the matter with you?" he muttered.

"She just started beeping and flashing," Clara said, standing.

The Doctor spun around, startled. "Clara! What are you doing out here? Why aren't you asleep?"

"It's Thursday," Clara growled.

"Ah," the Doctor said sheepishly. "Right. I've been meaning to . . . well why can't you two get along?!"

"Me?" Clara exclaimed. "Ask her, she started it!"

The beeping stopped, and all the screens on the console turned on, staticy and bright. Disoriented words became longer and louder, until it became clear, the same sentence over and over again.

"Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?"

"No," the Doctor said, looking at the static in shock, fear on his face.

"Doctor, what is it?" Clara asked, joining him. "What's happening?"

"Moriarty," The Doctor muttered, flipping a control.

"What's a Moriarty?" Clara frowned.

"Not a what," the Doctor said, flipping another switch to reveal a young mans face on all of the screens. "It's a who." He stared at the screens, almost as though in denial. Clara shook his arm. "Doctor?"

The Doctor stormed across the control room, hitting a speaker button and dialing three numbers that Clara didn't catch as she went to stand beside him.

There was a ringing sound, and then a grumpy, gruff voice. "Who is this?"

"Is it you?" The Doctor demanded, his voice dangerous. "Did you do this?"

There was a pause. "Is this who I think it is?"

"Is it you?"

"Is what me? I haven't done anything!"

"Turn on the telly."

There was a fumbling noise from the other line, and then the voice, sounding shocked, barking orders to someone.

". . . get over to London right now and get to the bottom of this!" He was yelling harshly. "No stone unturned, do you understand? You find him and you bring him to me!" He was back with the Doctor. "When did this happen?"

"Just moments ago," the Doctor said.

"How?"

"Why the hell would I call you if I had any idea?!"

"Fag and a chat?" The voice sounded disgruntled. "I'm at 452 Kings Road in Napa Vally, California."

The Doctor flipped a few switches and pulled a lever. "Clara, go get dressed."

Clara nodded and ran off, turning back to look at the TARDIS. "My bedroom better be in place!"

Thankfully, it was, and Clara was able to dress in a brown sweater dress, tights, and boots. She ran a brush through her hair and pulled on an olive-colored fleece jacket before joining the Doctor again. He was waiting for her, and she looked on at him with curiosity.

"What's going on?" she demanded, not liking how nervous the Doctor looked.

"Stay near to me – right next to me at all times," the Doctor said quickly, taking her hand. "Do not wander off, don't touch anything, and do not – do not – perceive anything anyone says as true. Except for me."

"Yeah, okay," Clara said, her brows furrowed, looking at her hand in the Doctors. "What're –?"

"This won't hurt," the Doctor said, rolling up her sleeve and giving her a shot in her upper arm.

"Ouch!"

"I lied."

Clara rubbed her arm, rolling her sleeve down. "What was that for?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Well, I did, until you jabbed a needle in my arm," she grumbled. The Doctor didn't look amused, and Clara raised her eyebrows. "Yes, of course! Doctor, tell me what's happening."

"Stay. Close."

The Doctor opened the door.