Hope you're all enjoying this so far. Anyway, here's chapter two. Includes Angie and Artie, and much talk about "Clara's boyfriend"

Clara fumbled for her keys at the front door but couldn't find them, so she pressed the buzzer. Angie answered the door.

"Lock yourself out?" she asked.

Clara nodded.

"You've been gone awhile," Angie whispered.

"Your dad here?" Clara whispered back.

Angie nodded, "He's worried about you."

"How long was I gone?"

"Two weeks."

Clara's eyes widened, "Guess the Doctor overshot."

"How long was it for you?" Angie whispered.

Clara gestured upstairs, "Meet me in my room, I'll explain later."

Angie hurried upstairs.

Clara slowly walked into the living room.

"Hi George," she said tentatively.

He turned around, "Clara! I've been worried. You left without telling anyone, I was going to call the police except Angie said she thought she saw you go off with your boyfriend."

Clara bit her lip, "Yeah, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't mean to be gone so long, we just lost track of time and before I knew it, it had been two weeks."

"Where were you?" George asked.

"Surprise holiday to umm, Cardiff?"

"Cardiff?" George raised an eyebrow. "Alright…"

Clara grinned meekly at him, "I'm going to go upstairs and say hello to Angie and Artie."

"Could you tell them we're going out for pizza for dinner?"

"Sure."

"You're welcome to join us if you like."

"Um," Clara thought about it for a moment. "If it's all the same with you, I think I'll stay here and get some sleep."

George nodded and Clara turned and ran up the stairs to her room. Angie and Artie were already there, Artie leaning back in her desk chair, and Angie sat at the foot of her bed. Clara joined Angie.

"So where did you go?" Artie asked as soon as she'd sat down.

"Earth, in 4014. Well that's where the Doctor thought we were anyway, but it turned out not to be… I think…" Clara replied, placing one finger on her lips as she thought.

"How long were you there for?" Angie asked.

Clara's eyebrows knitted together, "Well, um... I'm not exactly sure, I was unconscious for part of it, but from what I remember, it couldn't have been more than a few hours."

"You were unconconklus?" Artie struggled to get out.

"Unconscious," Clara corrected. "Yeah, I was."

"What happened?" Angie asked with concern.

Clara leaned back against her pillows, "A group of soldiers captured us and took us to their underground base, and we were put in some kind of medical laboratory. I can't remember exactly what happened but I think they injected something into us…"

"Really?" both children chimed.

Clara nodded and undid the zipper on the side of her dress as far as her hip, there was a small, red mark just above her hip. She rubbed it.

"Does it hurt?" Angie asked.

Clara shook her head, "Not really, it itches a bit though."

"Do you think you were poisoned?" Artie's tone was somewhere between concern and excitement.

"I hope not," Clara looked grim. "The Doctor's running some tests on himself now to find out what it was."

"Angie! Artie!" Mr Maitland's voice came from downstairs. "Get your coats on, it's time to go!"

The two children gave Clara a quick hug and instructions not to die while they were out before leaving the room. Clara collapsed onto her bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The Doctor knocked heartily on the Maitland's front door and, after a few minutes, a very groggy looking Clara opened it for him.

"Urgh, what happened to you?" he greeted before stepping inside. "Good news Clara! There's absolutely nothing wrong with me!"

"I'm not sure that's strictly true," she mumbled as she shut the door behind him.

He stuck his tongue out at her and she wrinkled her nose at him in return.

"Were you asleep?" he asked.

She yawned in reply, "Yeah, the kids went out with their dad so I didn't have much else to do but catch up on some sleep."

"That's probably good for you."

Clara nodded, "So there's nothing wrong with us then? We've not been poisoned or anything?"

The Doctor shook his head, "Nope! All hunky dory! Hunky dory… that's an odd thing to say."

Clara nodded, an uncertain smile plastered on her face, "Come on then, let's get some dinner."

"I know a great Italian place."

"Local?"

"Sure," he paused. "Well, not yet. In about fifty years it well be though."

She giggled, "Come on then, chin boy. Let's go."

A month or so later Angie awoke to a horrible retching sound. Glancing at her alarm clock as she wriggled her feet into her slippers she saw that it was 6.15am. She followed the retching sound to the bathroom, where she found Clara slumped over the toilet bowl.

"Clara?"

Clara pushed her hair back from her face as she turned to look at her young charge, "Did I wake you Angie? I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Angie sat down on the tiles next to Clara. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Clara smiled. "I think I must have the flu or something."

Angie nodded, and she really believed that maybe it was the flu, until three mornings later when it was becoming routine for Angie to wake to the sounds of retching and sitting in the bathroom with Clara.

"Hope it's not a space flu," Clara said with a forced laugh and she rinsed her mouth out.

"Maybe you're pregnant," Angie half joked.

Clara frowned at her, "That would be impossible."

"Well, you have been zooming off with your boyfriend for longer amounts of time, I mean surely you must have-"

"No," Clara interrupted firmly. "We would never."

"I mean they say if you use protection you're safe, but I've seen enough videos in health class to know that's not always true, and even if you-"

"Angie stop," Clara put a hand over the girl's mouth.

Angie licked her hand away, "I'm just saying you should at least tell the Doctor what's up."

Clara sighed, maybe she should mention her sudden illness to the Doctor, in case it was a space flu or something.