I had never planned for this to be more than a one-chapter fic, but I got some lovely lovely reviews and many more people following the story than i usually get. And I had really enjoyed writing the first chapter. So I thought I would post a second chapter.

I think I have plans for a third chapter, then maybe i will finish it there. who knows !

reviews greatly appreciated, love to hear what people think.

Ruth x

Neither of them could say how long they stood there, Clara's face buried in the Doctor's shoulder as he clung on to her, almost in disbelief, as if scared that any minute now he would be alone again.

Eventually Clara disentangled herself from the Doctor's arms.

"Hey" she said quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I missed you" she continued, a sad smile playing across her lips.

"Hey" the Doctor replied equally quietly. "I missed you too."

"Well then," Clara said briskly as she composed herself, "We have some catching up to do, you know what that means?"

The Doctor looked nervous "what?"

"Tea!" she replied with a small smile, steering him by the shoulders into the kitchen.

"No but Clara, you can't have tea, you're …" he hesitated, almost not sure that he should be the one to point it out.

"It's Decaf you idiot" she laughed, grabbing two mugs off the shelves.

Minutes later they sat silently, side by side on the sofa, partially drunk mugs of tea clasped in their hands. The Doctor looked over at Clara as she stared into the space in front of her.

"That catching up we have to do Clara," the Doctor said slowly, "this seems as good a time as any."

"Yeah it does" she replied uncertainly, turning to face him at last.

"So, let's start again Clara. We sat in that café, and you told me to listen, if I had done. Then what? What would you have told me Clara?"

It was then that the first tear fell, as Clara stuttered her way through the last two and a half months of her life.

"Danny, he erm, he knew what the bracelet could do Doctor, he understood that he could use it to travel back to this world."

"So, he chose not to?"

"No, Doctor, No! You promised you would listen this time remember?" Clara gabbled

"Okay, Clara, Clara it's fine, you're fine" He replied soothingly, "I'm sorry, I'm listening, I am"

"When Danny was in Afghanistan," she started, her voice shaking.

The Doctor reached across to her, taking her hand gently in his. "Go on Clara".

She looked over at him, smiling weakly.

"When he was a soldier in Afghanistan, Danny was on Patrol, and they were sent towards a house, which they were told the enemy were using as a base. Danny's patrol were sent in, but the house wasn't what they had expected. By the time they had realised this it was too late and he had … already …" Clara stopped, and tears fell freely "He killed a boy Doctor, a boy who lived in that house, and it haunted him Doctor, it hurt him every single day" Her tears became sobs and the Doctor wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she cried.

"Clara, forgive me, please but I need you to tell me the rest, where is Danny?"

"He sent the boy back Doctor, he knew one person could use the bracelet, and he gave it to someone else." Her words were only just audible through her tears now, and the Doctor held her tighter towards him as her body shook with sobs against his side. He stroked her hair soothingly.

"Clara I'm so sorry, so so sorry" he mumbled into her ear. His hand moved further around her waist resting gently on the side of her bump.

"And what would you have told me next if I'd have listened Clara? What about this?"

"Yeah" she sighed, her hand joining his on her stomach. "This."