Just a warning, I have not seen much Classic Who, so I apologize for any inaccuracies.

The Doctor opened the doors as he looked back to Clara, walking backwards until he was far enough out of the TARDIS, pulling her towards him. He spun around slowly as he said, "What do you-" He stopped, his breath catching in his throat. He let go of her hand as it went limp, taking a weak step forward.

"How can it…" Clara breathed, memories reeling through her head as she squinted. "But it can't." She stepped forward, clutching his hand again. "How did you get us here?"

The Doctor stared up at the orange sky, his breathing becoming rapid. He swallowed before answering," I was aiming for Barcelona." He chuckled lightly before looking around once more. "This shouldn't be possible."

"Theta?!" The Doctor jerked his head towards the sound of that name. He hadn't heard anyone call him that in a long time. "Is it really you?!" The man walked toward them. "Why is Razia with you?"

Clara gasped as she saw who was talking. "Brother?" The Doctor asked in a whisper. "No, it can't be." He looked back up to see the two suns, his eyes watering. "But the Time War, and…."

"What are you talking about? I've been searching for you! I knew you'd probably gone off to cause mischief, but why is Razia here? I just saw her talking to her daughter." He studied Clara. "How have you changed outfits so quickly?"

Clara frowned before asking, "Um, sorry but, daughter?"

The Doctor set a hand on her shoulder. "How did you recognize me, Irving? I've regenerated."

Irving frowned slightly. "Well, because you're my brother of course. Have you been drinking alcohol?"

The Doctor gulped before nodding. "Right." He blinked, taking a tentative step toward his brother. "Brother." He hugged him tight, a tear falling. "I'm so sorry."

Irving looked shocked, but eventually hugged him back. "Sorry for what? You haven't gone and started a war, now have you?" He chuckled.

Clara watched on in shock. They were on Gallifrey. She looked around, taking it all in. "Doctor, sorry but we should go. I don't have a good feeling about this."

He ignored her, pulling away from his brother and wiping away his tears. He smiled. "I'm so happy to see you." He sniffed. "Um, Razia?" He asked with a frown.

"Yes. She's been looking for you for quite a while. I'm not sure as to why. But it seems she's found you." His brother explained.

Clara coughed before saying, "Um, actually, I'm not Razia. My name is Clara." She held out her hand.

Irving stared at her in confusion before settling on shaking her hand. He turned around and said, "Come along. I think some people would like to talk to you, Theta."

-x-

When they reached the Citadel the Doctor breathed unevenly, holding Clara's hand tightly. Memories reeled in Clara's mind as she took in the sights. They stopped when someone that looked exactly like Clara walked up to them. She stared at the Doctor in disbelief.

"You're back," She breathed. She unexpectedly reached up, hugging him close. "You're back."

The Doctor mouthed, "What do I do?" to Clara as he held the identical woman. Clara shrugged in response, and he patted the woman's back.

After a generous amount of time Clara coughed to bring attention to herself. The woman pulled away with a smile and looked at Clara. She frowned, her smile disappearing as she turned back to him. "Is that me from a different time?" She put her hands on her hips. "You know how that paradox is going to affect time." She said agitatedly.

Clara shook her head and said, "You must be Razia? I believe you might be one of my echoes."

"Echoes?" Razia asked in confusion. She looked at the Doctor and then back to Clara. "If you're not me then who are you?"

"Clara," She answered. "Clara Oswald."

Razia frowned at the Doctor and said, "So you go off and start travelling all of time and space with my doppelganger? Leaving me and your daughter here alone?!"

The Doctor's brought his hands up to defend himself against her angry punches. "Oi! Stop it!" He yelled. Once she settled down he looked at her and swallowed. "Daughter?" He asked weakly.

"Yes!" She looked at his eyes, looking for any hint of recognition. "You don't remember us, do you?" She asked quietly. She looked around. "Where's Susan? I thought she went with you."

The Doctor frowned. "Susan? I thought she was here. Is she not here?" He looked around frantically. "Maybe she went off with David." He mumbled.

"Don't tell me you've let our granddaughter go off with that man." Razia exclaimed.

The Doctor looked down at her, asking, "Our granddaughter?"

She looked up at him, her face a mixture of hurt and aggravation. "Yes! Our granddaughter! And our daughter! Have you forgotten all about us?! Figures, you ran away from us all with that stolen TARDIS of yours. I never thought you were coming back. And how many times have you regenerated?! You look even younger than me!"

He counted on his fingers before saying, "Um, eleven times. And, I'm sorry, but I can't…" He thought for a second before his eyes widened. "Oh my god. Razia! Razia, how could I ever forget about you?! You're my wife! And you're Susan's grandmother!" He hugged her. "How could I ever forget about you?"

Clara coughed again, separating the two. "Could someone explain to me what is going on?!" She yelled.

The Doctor looked wide-eyed at Clara. "Oh, um." He looked back at Razia. "Well, this is…" He wrung his hands together. "Wow that must be why…" He looked worriedly at the ground. This is going to be very…" He breathed out, a small smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I could…" He looked back at Clara, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "No I would never…"

"Just spit it out, Chin!" Clara yelled.

He nodded, clearing his throat. "Right. Well, it seems that a long time ago, when I was very young, I married one of your echoes and had a child, and grandchildren." He looked down at Razia with a smirk. "I mean, how could I not fall in love with her?" He turned back at Clara, who was very angrily glaring at him. He scratched the back of his head. "I'm pretty sure that was also a compliment to you." She continued glaring at him. "That must've been why I became so enamored with you in the first place." He fidgeted with the ends of his jacket as he looked at the identical women. "This is… interesting."

"So you're saying that the only reason you ever became interested in me was because I resembled your wife from your home planet that was actually one of my echoes and that because of me meeting you and jumping into your time stream to save you, you met her and without meeting her you would've never met me?" She said, rubbing her temples. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be mad or not."

"I can say the same thing." Razia added.

Clara opened her eyes and smiled. "By the way, I love your name. Clara is just so bland."

"Oh, I think Clara's a lovely name!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

The Doctor frowned at the two. "Could you two stop flirting with each other? I'm trying to make sense of the situation here!"

Clara turned to him. "Actually, I think that you owe someone an apology."

"Yeah." Razia added, folding her arms.

The Doctor crossed his own arms. "And who exactly should I be apologizing to?" He asked.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I am your girlfriend, but she's your wife," Clara mumbled.

Razia turned to her. "Wait, girlfriend?"

Clara raised her hands in defense. "Blame him! Not me!"

The Doctor started arguing with her about that, but she wasn't really listening. She frowned at the crowds of people around her. "Clara! Are you listening to me?" She snapped out of her daze.

"Sorry, but are we just going to ignore the fact that this shouldn't be possible?" She asked.

-x-

The Doctor looked up, rubbing his forehead. "What the hell?" He heard faintly from somewhere off to his left. The Doctor groaned as his vision was suddenly flooded with a blinding light. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around. "Doctor?" He couldn't recognize the voice as a loud drumbeat filled his head. He clutched at his ears and groaned as it grew louder. "Doctor, are you okay?" He heard a voice ask. He felt hands on his shoulders and he looked down, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

"The drums." He gasped, groaning in pain.

"What drums? What is it, Doctor?" The voice asked.

He looked up as the drums grew quieter, but stayed in his head. They weren't stopping. Why weren't they stopping? He looked up at a familiar face. "Clara, the drums. They're in my head, just like they were in the Master's. Why are they in my head?" He stood up weakly.

Clara steadied him and said, "Be careful. What drums? What are you talking about?"

His right hand was pressed against his head as he used his left to clutch onto Clara's shoulder for support.

Dun dun dun dun

Dun dun dun dun

"Stop it!" He yelled.

"Doctor, calm down." Clara said in a soothing voice. He looked down at her.

Dun dun dun dun

Dun dun dun dun

He backed away from her, looking around the room for the first time since he'd woken up. "Where are we? We were just on Gallifrey. How did we get here?"

Clara looked around before saying, "I think it's the… dalek asylum."

"But it got destroyed? You blew it up? Sorry, not you. Oswin," He said as he looked around.

She nodded in agreement, taking a tentative step forward. "Yeah, it's not possible." She looked up at him. "Just like it wasn't possible for us to be on Gallifrey."

The Doctor swallowed before heading towards the door.

Dun dun dun dun

Dun dun dun dun

"EXTERMINATE! LET US IN!" They both turned towards the sound, surprised when they found themselves in a completely different room.

"How the hell did you get in here?!" They both turned to the voice, finding a tired looking Oswin getting off of her hammock. "Chin Boy?" She turned to Clara. "Blimey, I had no idea I looked that good."

The Doctor frowned as he asked, "Why must you always flirt with yourself, Clara?"

Clara ignored him as she asked, "Where are we? And how did we even get in here?"

The Doctor studied the room.

Dun dun dun dun

Dun dun dun…

He frowned as the drumming suddenly stopped. "What the bloody hell is that?!" Clara was clutching her ears and bending down.

"No." He said as he went over to hold her to him. He shook his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what's going on. I'm so sorry."

Clara yelped in pain, squeezing her eyes shut. "Doctor, the drums," She said weakly. "I can only hear the drums."

"Double the sorrow, and you won't live 'till tomorrow."

"OW!" Oswin was clutching her ears as well, falling back onto her hammock.

The Doctor looked up. "Who said that?! What are you doing to them?!"

"What's worse than hurting the Doctor? Hurting his friends."

"That didn't even rhyme!" The Doctor yelled angrily. He helplessly watched as Clara and Oswin endured pain that he knew could drive them mad. He'd witnessed it before. "Clara, I'm sorry. Just hang on. Hang on to sanity. Don't let the drums get to you."

He slowly got up and went over to comfort Oswin. As he neared her the room changed once more, and his eyes widened as he saw he was leaning down to comfort a dalek. "THE DRUMS. THE DRUMS." It exclaimed.

"Doctor, Doctor, wait won't you? Just wait and see what I'm about to do."

"Just stop it!" He yelled.

"Doctor…" Clara said weakly.

He ran over to her, holding her close. "The drums will stop soon, I promise."

"You're right, they will, but she'll die still."

The Doctor rocked her slowly, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "I'll take care of you. I promise. I'll take care of you."

-x-

The Doctor jumped up immediately, seeing that he was in his and Clara's flat. He found Clara and shook her gently awake. "Clara, come on. We've got to figure out what's going on in stop it." He said softly.

She nodded with a smile. "The drums are gone." She said.

He smiled too and kissed her forehead. He pulled her up, looking around. "Whatever it is, it's very dangerous. We've got to find a way to stop it."

She nodded, holding his hand tight. "Okay, so we're in our flat." They heard a knocking on the door.

The Doctor slowly opened the door to reveal a policeman. "Hello, sir. Did you happen to know a Nina…" He looked down at the paper he was holding in his hands. "Walkers. Yes, did you know a Nina Walkers?"

Clara walked up to the door at the mention of Nina's name. "Yes, we know her." She said quickly.

"Well, I'm sorry to say that she's just recently passed away." The policeman said.

Clara swallowed, her eyes watering. "What?" She asked quietly.

"Um, she's passed away. She went missing about a week ago, and we just recently found her body in a ditch a few miles from here. We're still looking for suspects, and I'm sorry to say we're going to have to bring you in for an interview."

The Doctor set a hand on Clara's back. "I'm sorry officer, but could we please have a few moments to take this in? Thanks." The officer nodded as the Doctor shut the door. He led Clara over to the couch. "Are you okay?" He asked gently.

She was staring at the wall. "Um, I don't know." She said. "It's just all a huge shock."

"As she hurts he will as well. Which do you want Doctor? Heaven or Hell?"

The Doctor looked up. "What do you mean?" He asked. There was no answer. He looked back at Clara who was now silently crying. "Clara, don't get upset about this. It's probably fake. Whatever is going on there's a chance that it's not real."

She nodded, wiping at her eyes. "I know but… it's Nina!" She sniffed, more tears falling.

"Clara, please don't cry. Come on, it's okay. This might not even be happening!" He said, holding her close to him.

"Now you'll get the chance to make you choice, but remember, this might not even be my real voice."

-x-

The Doctor was standing in an empty room with two doors on one wall. He looked around, Clara nowhere in sight.

"One door holds pleasure, the other holds treasure. Which will you choose, Time Lord?"

"I don't know what you mean, or what you are. But where is Clara?" The Doctor asked, looking around the empty room. A window was revealed on one of the walls, Clara standing behind it. She started banging on the glass as she noticed him, inaudible words coming out of her mouth. The Doctor said, "I'll get us out of this! I promise!" He knew she wouldn't be able to hear him, but he hoped she'd be able to read his lips. He needed her to know he would keep her safe.

"You have two choices. Live peacefully on Gallifrey, and the girl dies. Or live freely with the girl, and Gallifrey is lost to you again."

There was a silence.

"Before you make your choice I'll be showing you a video on what results with each decision. Oh, and by the way, she'll be watching the videos too."

A video was projected onto the wall, showing Gallifrey. Razia and him lived in peace with the other Time Lords, Ladies, and Gallifreyans. A small smile made its way onto his face, but then he turned to Clara. She was watching the video in the identical room she was in, a sad smile gracing her features. He could see from there that her eyes were glistening.

He turned back to the video. It displayed the Maitland family mourning over Clara's grave, Angie probably the most heartbroken from what he could see. It tugged at his heart strings, and he felt relieved when the video ended.

"And now for choice number two."

A second video showed, showing him and Clara happily going on adventures together. He smiled, almost certain of what his choice would be. But then the screen changed. It was black. Completely black. The Doctor knew what it was showing, and he had to look away. His heart swelled at his lost home, and when he turned to Clara he could see that she understood as well.

"Now, I'll give you time to make your choice."

The Doctor walked over to the window, sadly watching as Clara did the same. "Do it." She mouthed. He shook his head. She nodded, a single tear making its way down her left cheek.

He looked angrily up at the ceiling. "Why are you doing this?!" He asked. "Who are you?!"

"You know me. You know me better than you know anyone else."

The window to the room Clara was in was hidden again.

-x-

"Hello." Clara turned toward the foreign voice and frowned.

She took a step towards the short man. "Why are you doing this?"

He shrugged. "I do love a good game." He said with a smirk. "The Doctor always has."

She frowned before turning back to where the window used to be. "Could you really bring Gallifrey back?" She asked quietly.

"I'm a very powerful person. You know that." He took a step toward her. He was wearing a black tweed jacket, with a blue bowtie. "I think you know that all too well."

She swallowed, taking a step back. "Who are you?"

He took another step forward. "You know me better than many of the Doctor's companions have." He spun around. "Who do you think I am?"

She shook her head. "I don't know."

"You know, he's going to choose Gallifrey." He said. Clara turned toward his voice. He was suddenly on the other side of the room.

"Good, I want him to." She said, another tear falling.

The man frowned at her. "Oh, we all know you don't really want that." Clara blinked as the man was suddenly very close to her. "You want him." Clara took a step back. "I've seen your nightmares. They're all about losing him, not being able to save him, watching him die. You don't know what you'd do without him."

"If I was dead I wouldn't have to worry about that, now would I?" She said, looking back at the window.

"Do you really think I'd actually kill you? No, my goal here isn't to kill anybody. It's to cause the Doctor the most pain I can." Clara swallowed. "And anyway, I love you too much to kill you." He said with a smile that was almost soft.

Clara frowned at him. "You don't even know me."

He was now sitting in a chair that had appeared out of nowhere. "But yet I do. We almost got married once." He said, looking off into nowhere as if he was remembering something pleasant. He looked at her with an evil grin. "I've dominated you more than once."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh," He looked up. "The Doctor's about to make his choice." He smiled. "Too-da-loo!"

-x-

The Doctor held the doorknob tight in his grip. He sniffed, his hand tensing as his grip tightened.

"Oh, just open the door already."

He froze. He frowned. He looked up. He smirked. "You cruel bastard." There was silence. "You cruel, idiotic, bastard!" He let go of the doorknob and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "I should've known it was you. This is something that you would do. How did I not know it was you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You have made a fatal mistake I'm afraid." He soniced the wall, revealing the window once again.

"What have I… Oh, bollocks."

The short man appeared behind the Doctor. The Doctor glared at him with an evil smirk. "Hello, Dream Lord." He said as if just saying the name 'Dream Lord' disgusted him.

"It appears I've made a mistake. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Ta ta!" He disappeared and the Doctor turned to Clara.

He held up the sonic and pointed at it, before pointing to his head and closing his eyes as if he was sleeping. He nodded to Clara, but she just looked at him in confusion. He changed the settings before blasting the sonic, causing them both to fall asleep.

-x-

"So, he was you? But if he was you then why would he do that?" Clara asked as they stood around the console.

He looked down at the console, averting her gaze. "Who in this universe hates me the most?" He asked bitterly.

Clara thought for a moment, before gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "But he's gone now, eh?" She asked.

He nodded, fiddling with a toggle switch. "I suppose he is." He answered.

There was a long moment of comfortable silence before Clara asked, "Doctor, um, what would you have chosen?"

He looked at her for a few moments, possibly considering answering the question, before looking back down at the console. "Let's go somewhere peaceful, eh? Somewhere we won't have to make choices like that?"

Clara nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, let's do that." The Doctor smiled back before setting the TARDIS on random.

I gave you something to ponder on there. ;) I hope you enjoyed!