Two years passed.

John was all over the papers for fixing a young woman's face that had been completely destroyed by a fire and he had somehow got it to look impressively – normal. Maybe normal wasn't the right word, but he was being praised for it nevertheless. The papers had a few pictures of him with the patient, he'd grown his hair out and beard, and Matt had started to call him Jeremy Corbynn – Matt had never found out about his father and Clara, he had moved on with a blonde girl named Rose, in John's opinion, she didn't have anything on Clara, but he wouldn't tell Matt that.

Clara was too busy whipping the cake batter, she didn't notice his arms wind round her, or the way he tugged at her, 'Aren't you an impatient little owl,' she mused, turning to face him.

He looked so much like him, like John, his curly hair, his piercing blue eyes. At the time, she found herself almost gasping at how much he looked like his father.

'Mummy, mummy, can I be a Doctor?' he asked, showing her the newspaper from this morning.

Her heart almost stopped when she saw John's face staring back at her. Clara nodded, turning to look away, 'Of course you can baby… You can be anything you want, my little Milo,' she mused, tousling his hair.

She'd left London for the neighbouring city and began teaching there; she was doing alright for a single mother.

Milo pouted at his mother and stayed silent for only a few moments before he tugged on her apron again, wanting to be picked up as he rested his head on her shoulder, playing with the strands of her long hair that reached her hips, 'Mummy, where's my daddy? Why isn't he with us?'

Clara swallowed.

How could she explain to her son that his father didn't want him, or her, for that matter? That his father didn't have the strength to fight for them?

Clara simply sighed, bouncing him on her hip, 'I told you sweetie, not everyone has a daddy,'

She held onto her son as if he was the only thing keeping her in this life.

'Come on baby, cakes done,' she smiled, placing him down onto the floor as they both decorated the cake.

Clara had made it a family tradition to take Milo on holiday for his birthday, 'Okay Milo, where do you want to go this year?' she asked him, after he blew out the candles.

Milo thought for a moment and then grinned up at her, a toothy grin on show as he punched his hand into the air, 'I want to go whenever that Doctor is so I can meet him and he can teach me how to be a good Doctor, like him! He saved that woman's face, mumma…'

Clara groaned internally as she heard him, 'Are you sure, sweetie? We could go somewhere else? Somewhere fun…' she said kindly, trying to sway his decision.

'How about…' she went to suggest, but he simply pouted and shook his head.

Just then Clara's friend, Jack, walked in with an enormous stuffed owl.

Clara arched her eyebrow at the sight of the stuffed owl. She had met Jack two years ago, when she was standing on the brindle overlooking the Thames, thinking about jumping but thankfully, Jack had pulled her back over in time.

'Look Milo, its Uncle Jack!'

Milo grinned and immediately ran forward, ignoring the owl and jumping straight into Jack's arms as the American grinned and spun him around, 'Uncle Jack!' he exclaimed, tugging on the man's hair as Jack kissed the little boy on his cheek.

'How's my favourite godson? Is mummy spoiling you on another trip?'

'I'm trying to, but he wants to go see a Doctor instead…' she said, handing Jack the newspaper, giving him a knowing glance as he noticed who was on the cover.

She noticed how Milo clung to Jack, and sighed. Her baby boy really was in the need of a father figure, and as much help as Jack had been, Milo needed his father.

'Maybe you can convince him otherwise…'

Jack nodded and sent Clara a reassuring smile, placing Milo on his hip properly as he ruffled his hair, 'Now, you listen to me, mate,' he said sternly, noticing the little boy's blue eyes grow wide with curiosity.

'Mummy is going to take you on a holiday, not to see a Doctor. That Doctor, from what I've heard, isn't a very nice man and mummy wants to protect you from him. So how about me, you and your mum go back to Lancashire, where mummy was born and explore there instead?'

Milo pouted for a good minute before nodding and pumping his fist, 'Yeah!' he shouted.

Clara mouthed a 'thank you' to Jack before taking her son into her arms, 'There's cake and coffee… Make yourself at home,' she told him, about to put Milo down.

A few days later, Clara was enjoying the scenery as they drove through Lancashire. She was sure they wouldn't meet anyone here from her old life, no John, no Matt, just Milo, her and Jack.

'You didn't really have to come, Jack…' she mused, but nevertheless kissed his cheek.

'You've become like my older brother, you know…' she teased, noticing Milo fast asleep in his car seat.

Jack winked at her, 'According to Milo, who I believe calls me Uncle Jack, thinks I'm your brother,' he mused, looking down at his phone as he sent a text to his boyfriend of three years, Ianto.

Jack glanced to the two year old fast asleep, his owl by his chest, 'You're the ugly sibling, by the way.'

Clara scoffed and slapped his chest, 'As if! I can still get any man I want, I just don't want any…' she mused, waving to the little cottage in front of them.

'There, I think that's the B&B and no flirting with the management. I think she's a lesbian, Jenny Flint was the name on the brochure,'

Jack snorted, 'Maybe you're the lesbian, ever considered that?' he joked, looking out the window at the B&B.

'Very British…' he trailed off, opening the door to get out of the car.

He spotted a man on a ladder and immediately complimented him, 'Fantastic bottom!' he exclaimed, laughing when the man almost fell of the ladder, pulling his suspenders tighter around his body as his brown floppy hair fell over his face.

Clara jabbed Jack in the ribs, 'Ignore him, he's American,' she teased, waving at the man, not getting a good look at him as she went to pick up the still sleeping Milo.

'I'll get the room key, you take care of the luggage,' she told him as she went inside.

The B&B looked very rustic, yet posh. It would definitely make a great holiday weekend. She walked right up to reception where a brunette was waiting for her, 'Hi, I'm Clara… I called about possibly booking a room for the weekend?'

Jenny simply stared at her, instantly recognising Clara from over three years ago, 'Oh…' she murmured, deciding not to say anything.

Her eyes cast down to the book she had, 'Ah, yes, right here… Clara and Jack Oswald, here's your room key,' she smiled, handing the key over, shuffling about on her feet awkwardly as the sound of a box dropping on the ground startled them all.

Matt stared at her, his voice deep and almost needy, 'Clara…'

Clara squinted, the woman seemed oddly familiar, but she couldn't place her face. Clara shrugged it off as nothing as she took the key, but the loud noise startled both her and Jack, but thankfully Milo didn't wake. Her heart sank when she heard her name, her feet seemed glued to the floor beneath her as she tried but failed to move. It was only when she looked at the woman once more did she realise where she'd seen her.

She was Matt's cousin.

'M – Matt?' she gasped, turning to face him, her eyes instantly darted to Jack for help as she waved him over.

Clara placed a quick kiss on Jack's lips, making it out to seem as if they were a couple, 'Just go along with it,' she gritted through her teeth, awkwardly smiling at Matt.

Jack coughed awkwardly but nevertheless, went along with it. This guy wasn't John, so who was he? Clara hadn't told him the full story. He cleared his throat and kissed her back, winding his arm around her shoulders as Matt pointed to the little boy.

'Is this your son? Wow, you got married and had a baby?'

Clara shuffled awkwardly, 'Just the baby… No marriage,' she laughed it off, smiling tightly at Jack.

'Oh darling, where are my manners? This is Matt, my former boyfriend… Matt, this is John – Um, Jack…' she told him, cursing under her breath.

'And this little one is Milo,' she cleared her throat, essentially presenting Matt with his younger brother.

Jack could feel the tension between them and felt incredibly awkward and it was unlike him – a charismatic American – to feel as awkward as he did at this moment in time. Matt nodded and lent forward to bop Milo's nose, grinning when the little boy giggled.

'Hello. Aren't you cute! Can I hold him?' Matt asked Clara and when Jack was sure he couldn't hear them, he whispered into her ear.

'Who the hell is Matt?'

Clara relentlessly agreed. Once Milo and Matt were out of reach, she pulled Jack to the side, 'He's John's son… I was almost engaged to him whilst I was fucking his father,' she told him shamefully.

'I know, you can give me a sermon later, just…' she quieted down as Matt asked if they were staying long.

Clara cleared her throat and looked to Jack, 'What do you say sweetheart, think it's a good idea to stay long?'

Jack glared at her, the realisation shining right through his expression as he whispered to her, 'Oh my god, John is his father!' he hissed into her ear and when Matt asked his question, Jack automatically grinned at him.

'Yeah, yeah, maybe we should stay for a couple of weeks… Have a bit of a break, you could catch up with Matt and Jenny here,'

Clara nudged him, recognising that look anywhere. Jack was planning something, 'Are you sure? We could just stay the weekend,' she sighed, before turning to see Milo taken with Matt.

Once Jack left to get the luggage, Clara took Milo back into her arms as they began walking to their room, 'You look better… How have you been?'

Matt nodded, a beaming smile on his face, 'Been very good… Married now, so that's a good thing,' he mused, flashing his wedding ring at her for a second.

'Dad doesn't like her though,'

Clara nodded and stopped for a second at the mention of John. Was he fucking her as well? Was that the reason he never tried to reach out to her, he could only fuck the women his son was seeing?

'He doesn't? That's surprising,' she sighed, reaching their room.

She let Milo run around, ever the curious boy. She wanted to know more about John, but didn't want to ask. She simply cleared her throat and grabbed Matt's hand as she was about to leave.

'Matt, wait, I want to apologise, for being a lousy girlfriend…'

Matt shook his head, smiling sweetly at her, 'No, no…' he trailed off, his emerald eyes locking onto hers.

'it wasn't your fault, I was boring and I wasn't a good boyfriend, but none of that matters because we've both moved on…'

Clara smiled sadly as if someone had wretched a knife into her heart, 'No, you were perfect...' she sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

'Yeah, I guess we have,' she muttered, turning to look at milo, who was the spitting image of John.

Clara couldn't help but feel a bit sad, but that was quickly erased when Milo came running to her side, 'I like this place mummy, and I like him, he's funny looking and his chin is massive!' he said, pointing to Matt.

'Can I go play with him?'

Clara simply stared at Matt.

Matt shrugged, 'Don't see why not,' he smiled and bent to scoop Milo up off the floor, tickling his tummy as the boy squealed in his arms.

'Do you like football, mate? I think I have too many limbs for football, maybe Tennis. Have you played Tennis before?'

Milo shook his head, trying to press down Matt's hair and laughed harder when it bounced right back. He wrapped his little arms around his neck, placing his head down on his shoulder. Clara only smiled at the sight before watching them leave.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at her door and in walked Jenny.

Jenny cleared her throat, a small smile on her face, 'Clara…' she murmured, her heart racing as she watched Clara, 'What you did to Matt – it damaged him, don't let his smiley face fool you. You really hurt him, even if he is married now,'

Clara dropped her gaze, she was riddled with guilt and shame, 'I know, but I couldn't stay, I would've done more damage,' she sighed, the sincerity evident in her voice.

Jenny sighed and ran her hand through her hair, 'We're having a party tonight… You should come over so you and Matt can catch up,' she sent her a friendly smile and left the room, her own agenda on her mind.

23rd April 2005

Flashback

Clara nudged Matt half way through one of their sessions, giggling into his ear about Chris's ridiculous hair that was quite obviously fake and made out of god knows what.

Chris, the group leader and their therapist snapped his fingers in their direction, 'Clara, Matthew, pay attention! These sessions are no good to you if you don't pay attention,'

Matt scoffed, 'You're so fucking right,' he scoffed at Chris, taking Clara's hand, 'Come on my Impossible Girl, we don't need these sessions, just each other…'

Before anybody could say anything, Matt ran away with Clara, laughing the whole time.

Clara giggled and let him drag her along, 'Where are we going?!' she yelled to him, her brown eyes on his as he merely laughed and ran with her, their hands holding onto each other's desperately. Clara knew they wouldn't end up together, but she had this attachment to him, like he was the replacement for her mother.

'Anywhere and everywhere… It'll be you and me forever, Clara! No one else,' he mused as they ran, and continued to run from their sessions, their only therapy was each other.

12th July 2005

After three months of knowing each other, their friendship blossomed. They bounced off of each other, spent every moment together and not once did they let anybody else come before the other one. Clara giggled as a piece of popcorn bounced from Matt's forehead.

They were sat watching a film, their legs tangled over each other's, 'Your chin isn't easily missed. It's massive.'

Matt scoffed, 'Oh, you're one to talk… Have you seen those eyes of yours – bloody massive!' he teased, bopping her nose. He held on tight to her legs, tickling just under her knee.

Clara kicked out, a grin on her lips as she wriggled next to him, 'Oi! Stop the tickling!' she protested, trying to wriggle away from him. She could feel herself deteriorating without the therapy, both of them were spiralling out of control.

Matt yelped as he pulled her on top of his lap, drinking her in. The sight of her fuelled his desire, his addiction to her, 'My Impossible Girl…' he said breathlessly, bending down to nip at her collarbone. He needed her more than she knew, needed her to keep him a float in this chaotic world.

Clara smirked down at him, settling herself on his lap properly, fingers in his brown hair as she tugged a little, 'I can't imagine my life without you, Matthew Robert Song…' she mused, her Whiskey coloured eyes locked onto his.

'You're my addiction…'

Something clicked in Matt at the sound of her words, 'And you're mine, only mine, Clara Oswald,' he hissed almost possessively, 'It's you and I… Or no one at all,' he growled, continuing to kiss along her neck.

Clara inhaled sharply and took a deep breath, grinding her hips down on him as her fingers wrapped around his throat, 'Mine,' she whispered, her eyes possessive and wild, 'Matt… Do you ever – do you ever think about things you shouldn't do?'

Matt chuckled, 'Like killing my father? He took my mother away from me,' he growled, letting out a groan when Clara wrapped her fingers around his throat and squeezed.

Clara pressed down harder on his throat, her lips brushing his, 'I… I like the idea of having somebody's life in my hands,' she murmured, watching as he started to lose his breath, 'That right now, if I wanted to, I could use my hands and choke you.'

Matt smirked and laughed at her, 'No, you can't… You'd never hurt me and I'd never hurt you,' he whispered, taking her hand away from his throat, 'My Impossible Girl…'

Clara shrugged her shoulders, kissing the finger that brushed against her lips, 'Maybe I wouldn't kill you…' she trailed off, her brown eyes lit with something only Matt could understand, 'But I could kill somebody else…'

Matt smirked, nodding his head before he bent to kiss her, his hands groping her ass, 'Clara, I need you…'

She nodded, bending down to kiss him properly, her tongue gliding across his effortlessly. Once she had ripped his clothes from him and took off her own, she lifted herself up and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. Once she had set a rhythm for both of them, her fingers wound around his throat, squeezing as she watched his reaction.

Matt groaned, letting her take control of the situation, 'More…' he gasped breathlessly, digging his fingers into her hips, he began to thrust into her, long, deliberate and slow thrusts.

Clara glared at him, her brown eyes dark, 'Don't fucking tease me, Matt…' she growled, reaching her hand down to slap him right across the face, her other hand squeezing his throat as she heard him choke.

'I am in control.'

Matt smirked and nodded his head, 'Yes, Mistress…' he mused, continuing to pound inside of her, 'How do you want it? Tell me, Clara…'

Clara growled and choked him harder until he couldn't speak, watching his neck grow purple with bruising. She bent to whisper into his ear, 'You at my mercy,' she moaned, panting heavily as he picked up his pace.

Matt arched his eyebrow and growled at her, flipping Clara onto all fours as he rammed inside of her from behind, his large hand pulling hard enough on her hair to pull some strands out. Clara winced, dropping onto her chest as she grabbed hold of the sheets, almost ripping them. She was in pain, but she chose to ignore it. She liked rough sex, she had told him that. Her eyes filled with tears as he continued to slam into her, not a noise out of her mouth. Matt growled as he started to pound into her, ignoring her pleas to stop, or slow down. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, squeezing hard on purpose. It felt too good to see her squirm underneath him, to hear her gasping for air.

'Shh baby, you're so tight, feel so good,' he growled, selfishly soughing out his own orgasm.

Clara couldn't breathe, her body squashed by his weight as she squirmed underneath him, but eventually she stopped squirming and let him have his way with her. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. She only associated pain with sex because nobody had ever made love to her.

Matt's thrusts became erratic as he slammed into her, uttering a feral groan before he spilled inside of her, 'That was… fun,' he said, slipping out of her as he tucked himself back in and did up his trousers.

'See you soon, Oswald,' he said, sending her a cheeky wink.

Clara nodded, refusing to speak to him. She couldn't, she felt almost sick with how much pain she was in, but she had asked for it. She panted heavily, laying on her front. He didn't care about her, he just wanted a pretty girl to fuck.

End of Flashback