It had been a couple of months since Clara decided to go back to university, and now it was a few weeks before classes would start. She was kind of looking forward to going back because she had enjoyed her time before she dropped out, but she would never admit it to Amy. She only hoped that it would still feel the same and that she wouldn't be the oldest person in her course.

Clara was on her laptop, scrolling through the list of classes she could take, when she heard a knock at her door. She answered it knowing that it could only be one of two people, Amy or her dad, and was relieved to see that it was the former.

"It's almost as if you read my mind." Clara said to Amy. "I was just trying to choose my classes and could really use your input."

"That sounds fun." Amy said sarcastically as she shut the door behind her and followed her to the living room.

"I like what you've done to your Gran's flat." Amy added as she looked around. "It doesn't look like an old lady lived here at all."

"Thanks. We put most of her decorative stuff in storage and I grabbed some things that I had at my dad's. It's not much, but it'll do for the next year. At least I've got my own place."

"Yeah, you can't exactly bring men back to your dad's." Amy teased.

"You think you're so funny."

"I do, actually."

"Whatever, just shut up and help me choose some interesting classes."

The two girls went through the courses Clara had to choose from in order to get a Bachelor's Degree in Media and English Studies. She was left with one class to choose, but couldn't decide between Media Law and Ethics or Music as Communication and Creative Practice. The latter appealed to her more, but she groaned when she was the professors name.

"What?" Amy asked.

"John Smith. That's the name of that annoying bloke from the pub."

"You mean JD. So? Did he even live in London? I thought he was from Glasgow and worked with the bloke you slept with."

"True, but what if it's the same guy. I can't take a class with him."

"It's a really common name Clara and if it was him, what's wrong with taking his class?" Amy questioned.

"So many reasons, Amy. First, he hit on me. Second, he's arrogant, and third he knows I slept with his friend." Clara listed.

"Who cares. You might get a really good grade if it is him and he fancies you."

"I don't want to get good grades that way!"

"Well then don't take the class if you're worried it might be him."

"But the other one sounds boring."

"Then take the class and stop your whining." Amy said, clearly annoyed by her indecisiveness.

"Fine." Clara said as she selected it and hit submit. Amy was right, it was a very common name, so it likely wasn't the same man. "There. I am officially a student again."

Another knock was heard at Clara's door and she looked at Amy wondering who it might be.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Rose over."

"No way, really?" Clara said excitedly as she got up to answer the door.

Sure enough, her old friend was standing on the other side looking just as happy as Clara. The two squealed and hugged each other, clearly happy to see one another. It had been far too long and Clara couldn't have been more pleased that she was back in London as well.

"Get in here, you." She said as she dragged her blonde friend inside. "It's so good to see you!"

"You too." Rose said as she walked towards Amy, who had also gotten up to hug her. "My god Amy, you are practically glowing."

"Thanks, I don't feel like I am, especially when the morning sickness hits, but thanks."

"Who wants a cuppa?" Clara asked as she walked towards the kitchen.

"That sounds great." Rose said as she and Amy sat down on the couch.

"So, tell us about your new job. You must be very excited to be teaching at UWL." Amy asked.

"I am. I'll miss Glasgow, but UWL made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"Nice." Clara said as she walked back in. "I think this might call for a night on the town."

"Despite, not being able to drink I would enjoy going out and watching you two on the pull." Amy said.

"Amy, I'm not always out looking for a shag." Clara replied, slightly offended.

"Says the girl who had a one-night stand two months ago." Amy dodged a pillow that Clara had thrown at her head.

"And I haven't had one since."

"Which would explain wanting a night out." Amy added. "What do you think Rose?"

"Sounds fun. I haven't witnessed Clara Oswald in action in a long time." Rose laughed.

"Same could be said for you." Clara added.

"Afraid not. I'm off the market ladies."

"What!?" Both Amy and Clara exclaimed at the same time, causing Rose to laugh.

"Yep. Happened last month."

"Explain." Amy said. "Because you've never mentioned being with anyone in all the times we've chatted.

"It's a long story and one I don't particularly feel like retelling." She answered. "But I'll try and shorten it. It started as a fling a year ago, neither of us being very serious about it. When I told him about my offer in London, and that I was going to take it he wasn't exactly happy about it, so we argued and he walked out. Then last month he showed back up again, asked if he could come with me and if I would marry him."

"Woah! Just like that?!" Amy exclaimed.

"Just like that."

"Oh my god, Rose. That's fantastic!" Clara said happily. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks."

"Does this guy have a name and when do we get to meet him?" Amy asked.

"Allan, and I hope you guys can meet him soon. We're kind of busy right now trying to get settled, but I promise, as soon as we're ready we'll have everyone over for dinner."

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and reminiscing about old times until Rose noticed how late in the afternoon it had gotten and said she had to go. Amy decided she should likely get home as well and the two walked out together leaving Clara alone in her empty flat. She was genuinely happy for her friends, but she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous because it seemed that they had all moved on with their lives, while she wasn't really in much of a different place than when she left 8 years ago. Maybe it was a good thing she decided to stay and maybe it was time for her to get back on track with the plan she had before she decided to see the world.

Clara walked the hallways searching for her lecture hall. She was already running later than she wanted to be on her first day and now she seemed to be lost in a maze of halls that all looked the same. Finally, she spotted the room number and noticed that she had about five minutes to spare so thankfully she wasn't late, but when she opened the door and walked in, she noticed the only seats available were right in the front row. She spotted an empty seat between a girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties with a large dark afro, and a handsome man with dark hair who looked to be around the same age as herself.

"Is this seat taken?" She asked the pair.

"It is now." The man said as he motioned for her to sit.

"Thanks." She replied. "My name's Clara by the way."

"I'm Jack." He replied as he flashed her a perfect smile. "And that's Bill."

"Hi." The girl said. "I don't recognize you from any of our classes last year."

"Yeah, it's been about 8 years since I was last here."

"Well I feel like there's a story there that we need to hear." Jack said.

"Oh, I don't think it's that interesting, but sure, maybe later." Clara replied. "So, do either of you know anything about this prof?"

"Nah, just that he's new." Bill said.

Clara was still hoping that it wasn't JD. Surely, it wouldn't be, because what would the odds of that being true, but she just had a strange feeling about the whole thing. Suddenly, the lecture hall door opened and Clara's jaw dropped.

"Holy shit." She said quietly out loud, not aware that she had spoken her thought. The bottom had fallen out of her stomach and her heart began racing.

"Holy shit is right." Jack said as he leaned over and whispered to Clara. "What a sexy silver fox."

Clara didn't even notice what Jack had said because the only thing she could hear was her heart thumping so loudly it was echoing in her head as images started flashing through her mind from her one night stand a couple of months ago. A one-night stand that she hadn't been able to stop thinking about since it happened. She watched him walk to the desk, take his laptop out of his bag, and connect it to the screen. He hadn't looked up into the crowd of students yet, and she suddenly found herself wishing she had looked for a seat in the back. She looked around wondering if it was too late to move, when he finally looked up from his computer and made eye contact with her. She knew instantly that he remembered her as his eyes went wide and a look of panic came across his face. He looked down and Clara could have sworn she saw his face flush pink leaving her to wonder if he was having the same vivid memories as her.

How could she stay in this class? There was no way she could spend the next hour or term for that matter sitting here. She knew what this man looked like naked and worse yet, HE knew what SHE looked like naked. More flashes were coming to her. His lips wrapped around her nipples, her mouth wrapped around his erection. His hot breath on her neck as he was thrusting in and out of her. NO! She had to stop. She needed to focus and figure out what she was going to do because there was no way she could stay in this class. She looked over at him again and realized that she couldn't just walk out now, but she would definitely have to see about dropping the class later.

He looked back up again, but this time he avoided looking in her direction. He took a visible breath and walked towards the podium.

"Hi everyone. Welcome to Music as Communication." He said, and Clara couldn't stop her heart from skipping a beat at the sound of his gravelly Scottish brogue.

"I'm Dr. John Smith, but everyone calls me the Doctor." And with his last statement he looked right at her, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was in trouble if she didn't change this class.