Clara had intended to give it about ten minutes and then excuse herself to the toilet or something to check that the Doctor had actually gone. That was three hours ago according to the clock, having been otherwise distracted with having sex. Clara sighed to herself, presuming he must have gone by now. The next time she saw him would be horrifically awkward, unless it was an earlier version.

She looked at Emily in her bed, eyes wide, staring back at her, smiling. Whatever was going on between them, Clara was enjoying it.

"How have I just lost three hours?" sighed Clara, laughing, trailing a finger down Emily's collar bone.

"I don't know, maybe we are doing something wrong?" Emily smirked. "The last time I watched three episodes Breaking Bad it felt a lot lot longer." She laughed.

"Hey," Clara shoved Emily roughly, ending up kissing her. It was the sort of kiss that felt like she would lose another couple of hours within an instant.

There was a loud crash outside the door, causing them both to look in the direction of the hallway. Clara immediately pulled away.

"Stay here," said Clara, a little worried, getting up off the bed, pulling on a dressing gown and opening the door carefully into the hallway. She walked out and saw an enormous amount of exposed black wiring inside her living room. The Doctor was behind the back of her TV, only his legs visible. All of the wires were coming out of the TARDIS towards various electronic devices around the room, the washing machine was also in the room. He hadn't left yet, and this was going to very difficult to explain if Emily came out of the bedroom. There was no explaining this away.

"Doctor!" shouted Clara louder, "what the hell are you doing here?! And I am expecting a three part answer detailing why you are still here, what you are doing with my TV and why you haven't left yet. Go."

"Ok then, I was worried about you, it looked like you were being attacked, again, I was looking for the Netflix and I haven't found it yet."

"I don't have Netflix, Doctor," she sighed.

"Oh," he said, taken aback. "That would explain it. Sorry about the mess." He stood up, oblivious to how many wires there were around, "so how are you doing Netflix and chill? Are you both just very cold?" He pointed to the dressing gown. "I have only got the last two episodes to go as well."

"Clara, what's going on?" said Emily from the other room.

"It's just the Doctor," she said back.

"Come back to bed," Emily said. Clara blushed heavily.

"Why are you both in bed? There's a perfectly good sofa available here." He asked.

"Why do you think we're both in bed?" she narrowed her eyes.

"It sounded like you were gossiping about ten minutes ago, although not in English, was it-"

"Doctor!"

"I always though gossiping was when you talked about someone else behind their back, like a conversation equivalent of Heat magazine, two thousand years and I'm wrong, can you believe that?" he smiled.

Clara rolled her eyes. "Doctor I'm going back to bed, it's late-"

"What are you talking about late, it's 9pm! The news hasn't even been on yet," exclaimed the Doctor.

"He does have a point," said Emily from the other room. Clara could hear her moving.

"Shut up... both of you," she shouted. "Doctor, I'm going back to bed, when I get up for work in the morning I expect all of this," she cast her arm around the room, "to be gone. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Providing you don't sleep in again, not got the best track record this week have you?" Emily laughed from the bathroom.

"You are not allowed near or in the bedroom, is that understood? Unless you want to see more... gossiping," she shouted.

"I do not want to see that," the Doctor agreed.

"I've got a Netflix password if you want," said Emily in the hallway. She was wearing a towel and ventured towards the living room.

"Thank you, visitor," the Doctor said, nodding. "See, this is the sort of answer I was expecting, Clara. She's investigative and helpful. Much less wide face too. I bet she doesn't need three mirrors."

"What the absolute fuck?" Emily said as she stood at the doorway. Her mouth hung open before she started laughing. "And I thought my flatmate was a nightmare. He's never done anything like this." She paused, "he is definitely worse than Lewis." She was right.

"And you're wearing less clothing than she is," the Doctor pointed at Clara. "You seem to get the whole chilly aspect." Clara had to stop this.

"Yes I am," said Emily, looking down at herself and nodding. "I thought you were some sort of traveller? Are you some sort of AV guy as well?"

"I am," the Doctor. "I'm also a-"

"Come on," said Clara, to Emily, "let's go back to bed. The Doctor is going to sort this out and then he is travelling away from here. Aren't you Doctor?" She was getting annoyed.

"I think he's hilarious," Emily pointed at him. "Do you want that password?"

"If you don't want to make her angry I think you should probably do as she says," the Doctor warned Emily, "her eyes are activating."

"What are you talking about?" Clara said. Emily disappeared down the hallway, wrote something down and then reappeared.

"Your eyes," the Doctor, "they're turning on." He was backing away from Clara. "I don't want to see 100%"

Clara looked at Emily, giving her an incensed narrow glare that she hoped she understood as return to the bedroom right this moment.

"Oh yeah, I think I see what you mean... I've seen it before," said Emily, raising an eyebrow. "Definitely getting a powerful message from them." She backed off in the direction of the Doctor, holding out a piece of paper to him. "Try this, it's my flatmate's shit of an ex girlfriend's log in." She lowered her voice, "the last two episodes are the best," she said whilst fixing her stare on Clara, smiling and raising her eyebrow.

"You'd better do what she says," he pointed at Clara, turning away. "Your visitor is very useful, you can keep her."

"Doctor!" She was going to have to be more direct.

"Emily," she said, "get back in the bedroom!" Clara screwed up her face at them both. Emily laughed, staying still. "Doctor, sort out this mess.

"See what I mean? Look at the eyes," the Doctor said. "She's at 23% already, scary isn't it?"

"I think it's fucking sexy," said Emily, clearly pushing her.

"What?! No!" said the Doctor, "you need to be afraid, not aroused, is your translator nerve broken?" He began to get out the sunglasses.

"Put them away, Doctor," Clara snapped. "Emily," she said sternly, aiming a look she knew would make her move immediately, "I am not going to tell you again. Bedroom, now."

"I- I- need to go," Emily swallowed hard, "bye Doctor," she walked up to Clara.

"Told you," said the Doctor to Emily's back, "scary isn't it? Although I've not seen that exact look before..." he trailed off.

"Fuck me, you are sexy when you are angry," breathed Emily when she reached her. "I hope you're ready to lose another few hours."

"Sort this out," Clara pointed to the Doctor as Emily grabbed her hand, rougly dragging her to the other room.

...

Clara woke up to her alarm the next morning at 6am, seeing Emily fast asleep, facing away from her. She smiled to herself, allowing her hand to trace along Emily's exposed arm and then begrudgingly got up to get ready for work.

She found her living room returned to normal, but the Doctor sat feet up on the sofa, watching TV.

"Why are you still here?" she said, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Battlestar Gallactica," he stated. "How have I not seen this?" He shushed her. "It's got to be one of the Adamas hasn't it? One of them has to be a Cylon!"

"Oh for god's sake," she started, intending to tell him to leave, before deciding better of it. He wouldn't listen. She stalked to the bathroom to have a shower and get ready.

Clara went back into her room afterwards, Emily was still fast asleep. Clara decided to leave her, knowing this was going to be a recipe for disaster with the Doctor still there, but she couldn't risk being late again. She collected her things, talking them to the hallway before going back to the Doctor.

"I'm leaving Doctor," said Clara, picking up her keys, fluffing up her hair.

"It's OK, I understand," he said, pausing the TV. "I've got the parting email ready for you."

"What?" she said, surprised. "No, I'm leaving for work, I'll be back later."

"Oh, I see."

"Please try to keep my flat tidy," she said, "as I've still got guests."

"Is it guests now? Plural? I thought it was a two person activity?" He looked confused, "I find it so difficult to keep track..."

"Just one, sorry. A guest, singular."

"Same visitor from yesterday? Is she still here?" he asked. "The one you were... gossiping with very frakking loud until 2am? "

"What's frakking?" Clara said, eager to leave. "Never mind. Leave her alone, OK?"

"If you say so." He started the TV again.

"No gossiping, OK?" She pointed at her eyes and then at him.

"She's even younger than you, so that's not going to be a problem. She's practically the age of one your students isn't she? And besides, she seems to quite enjoy gossiping with you."

She groaned at him. "She is 24!" she smirked to herself, realising. "No I meant actual Heat style gossip. Right, I am going. Goodbye." She walked to the front door with a gnawing sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. No work drinks tonight.

...

Clara got to school just before the morning meeting.

"Morning Miss Oswald," Linda said as she handed Clara the Friday morning briefing paper and held a larger document away from her. "OFSTED report, I think you'll be particularly interested in page 9," she smirked, not giving her a copy. Bitch.

"Morning everyone," said Bill from the other side of the room. "By now you will have seen that we have got the Good rating that we were all hoping for, thanks to everyone for your hard work. At least a child wasn't stabbed, eh?" There was laughter.

Clara hoped there was nothing for her to worry about in that report. Linda had made her feel very nervous.

"If I don't see you before end of day please do have a nice weekend." There were murmurings as the other teachers moved out.

Clara went to get a copy of the report to read in case Bill came over to her. She quickly scanned a discarded copy from the coffee table. There was nothing on page 9 about English. She hated Linda, and hoped she got her in Secret Santa this year.

Bill walked over, putting his hand on her shoulder as she flipped through the pages.

"Not too bad, considering?" he said. "Is it?"

"I haven't had a chance to look at the details yet," Clara said, "the traffic was really bad on the way in." She saw what she was looking for on page 6. There was a paragraph detailing her lesson. She picked out the words 'disruptive influences' and 'strong content' and 'friendly', nothing too bad. That turn with the Wikipedia sheet had been one of her better ideas. Courtney had been very disruptive, but she'd carried on regardless, shutting down any interference in her lesson. And she had flirted her socks off with the inspector.

"Considering you had Miss Woods there, I'd say that was a blinding result personally. Well done." He strolled off. She breathed a sigh of relief, at least that was one less thing to worry about.

...

Clara decided to give the after work drinks a miss this week, remembering it had technically only been a week since she'd met Emily. It felt like a lot longer, for her it had been nearer twelve days. She was anxious to get home as quickly as possible, almost mowing a few innocent pedestrians down on her bike in the rush to get back.

She got in the door to silence, eerie silence. She walked into the kitchen on the left and made herself a large glass of red wine, sipping it as she investigated into the living room.

Clara found the Doctor in the same place on the sofa as she had left him earlier and Emily sat in some of her clothes on the recliner chair. They'd moved the chair further into the room to see around the TARDIS, still parked in the middle of the room. They were so focussed on the TV neither of them noticed her enter the room.

"And what are you two up to?" Clara said to them both. Emily turned around to smile.

"Series Two, Episode 6," replied the Doctor, not acknowledging her.

"Of what?" Clara said, sitting down on the arm of the sofa.

"Better Call Saul," said Emily.

The Doctor paused the TV to look at her, "is it wine o'clock already?"

"Yes, yes it is," Clara nodded. "Looks like you've both had a productive day?"

"We've been Netflixing and Chilling," said the Doctor. Emily sniggered.

"Err... no you haven't," said Clara. "At least I hope you haven't. Don't you have work or uni to do? Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Home study day," she said. "I'm off until tomorrow night."

"Are you going to talk all the way through, or am I going to have to ask you to leave?" said the Doctor.

"Fancy a cigarette?" said Clara, to Emily, indicating the balcony with her eyes.

"You don't smoke," said the Doctor dismissively, "why would you want to do that?"

"Sure," said Emily, disappearing to the other room and returning with cigarettes and a lighter. Clara opened the balcony door as far as the TARDIS would allow, about a foot, just enough for them both to squeeze through to go outside.

"I'm sorry he's still here," said Clara, sipping her wine, moving out of view of the Doctor.

"It's fine," said Emily, smiling. "You look good today," she pulled Clara towards her for a kiss. Clara responded to her, pressing her body into Emily's against the railings.

"What have you been doing?" Clara said after a few minutes, still holding Emily's waist with her free hand. "I couldn't even wake you this morning," she laughed. Emily lit up a cigarette.

"I woke up about 12, rifled through your wardrobe-"

"I can see that," Clara interrupted. She found it oddly appealing that Emily was wearing her clothes. "I like it."

"-and then the Doctor and I have sat watching TV. I couldn't be bothered to go home," she said blankly, blowing out a plume of smoke.

"I was kind of hoping you would have left by now," Clara said, sarcastically, drinking her wine. "I was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening," she sighed.

"Figured I'd wait until you came home, catch up on the... gossip." Emily laughed. "He's cool, you know, the Doctor. I like him. He does say some strange things though." She inhaled through her cigarette. "Keeps talking about future series of programmes that haven't even been made yet."

"He does that," Clara said.

"Does he understand what's happening? Does he actually think we are talking?" she laughed.

"Probably, he's a bit naive about stuff like this," Clara said, flippantly.

Emily finished her cigarette, stubbing it out. She grabbed Clara's waist and reinstated the kiss, more urgently this time.

The Doctor banged on the window loudly, causing them both to turn to look. He was there, shrugging his shoulders, pointing towards the TV.

"Seriously?" Clara said, mouthed at him through the window. Emily put her head on Clara's chest, laughing.

"He really doesn't get it, does he?" Emily sighed.

"No," said Clara, shaking her head. "I really need to get rid of him."

"Good luck with that," Emily laughed. "He doesn't look like he is going anywhere."

Emily went back inside, sitting back on the chair. Clara finished her wine, and then followed. The Doctor had resumed his place and had the remote pointed towards the TV, finger poised over the pause button.

"Clara, make yourself useful, sort me and visitor out some food," he said to her, shooing her away, "two person activity, remember?"

"Doctor, I think we need to have a chat about what is happening here," Clara said, sitting next to him on the sofa.

He sighed. "There's a chemistry teacher, he needs some money for cancer treatment-"

"I don't need to know the entire story of Breaking Bad," she interrupted him.

"But you've missed quite a lot," the Doctor said, resigned.

"Doctor," she said, "I need a night off."

"Order in a chinese then," he said. "Do you remember that one we had after robbing the bank of Karabraxos? With Psy and Saibra? Something equivalent of that please."

"That was a good chinese..." Clara remembered.

"Was that when you didn't steal the Mona Lisa?" Emily asked, sarcastically.

"How does she know about that?" the Doctor asked, pointing. "Have you told her?"

"No, I haven't, not yet," Clara said to the Doctor. "I may have mentioned it in passing."

"Told me what?" said Emily.

"It's a good story, maybe you could tell visitor-"

"Emily," said Clara. "Her name's Emily. I think I'll save that for another time. No, Doctor, could you please just disappear for a few hours, I have stuff to do."

"But what about me and Emily watching Better Call Saul?"

"I'll catch up," said Emily, laughing.

"I'll give you my laptop, go and watch it somewhere else, come back tomorrow and we can go somewhere, OK?"

"Is it for canoodling?" he asked, resigned.

She blushed, "yes."

"Why didn't you just say?" said the Doctor. "Come on Emily, we'll leave her to it, I know a really good Chinese..." He stood up to leave, Emily stayed where she was. "Oh..." he said, realising.

"Yes," said Clara, folding her arms. "Oh."

"So last night?" he asked, pointing to Emily, and back to her.

"Yes," Clara blushed.

"And Jane Austen?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh because that is completely relevant and appropriate right this moment," said Clara, sarcastically, "yes."

"And that teacher from your school at the party?"

"Yes," she sighed putting her hand to her head before realising what he had said to her. "Sorry, what? How the hell do you know about that?" she said louder. "I only just found that out!"

"And the other day? When you didn't go to work?"

"Yep," Clara looked away.

"And... when I saw you at that bar?"

"Yes," she sighed.

"Well, this is... awkward... don't mind me," he said, moving slowly towards the TARDIS. "How have you had time for so much...?"

"That is a very good question," laughed Emily.

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "I need to go," said the Doctor resigned, opening the TARDIS door, disappearing inside.

"Why has he gone inside the box?" asked Emily. "He seemed pretty upset."

"Oh... he does that," said Clara, "go into the bedroom, let me speak to him. I'll be in in a minute."

Emily walked off to the other room, Clara closed the door and went into the TARDIS. She couldn't see him anywhere.

"Doctor?" she called out. "Where are you?"

"I'm down here," he said, on the bottom floor, he was inspecting some mechanical components.

"I'm sorry, OK?" Clara said, sitting on the platform above. "It's just sort of happened."

"I really don't mind, Clara," the Doctor said, "you can canoodle with whomever you want. Stupid doctor, not noticing," he hit himself on the head with his fist.

"It's only been a week, I don't know what it is yet," she sighed, "I didn't expect to become involved with anyone," she paused, "not much room for anything in my life with all of this."

"Go on," he said, waving her away, "I'll see you in a few days."

"Are you upset with me?" she asked.

"No, of course I'm not," he said, "I'm just looking out for you."

"I know."

"Go off, have your fun, I'll leave you alone." He sounded resigned.

"Come and see me tomorrow night, take me somewhere," she said.

"Bye," he said.

Clara stood up and walked out, hearing the TARDIS dematerialise behind her after the door closed.

She padded to the bedroom, Emily was sat on the bed.

"What was that loud whooshing noise?" asked Emily.

"Oh, a plane flew over I think or something," said Clara.

"Is he alright?"

"He just gets very over protective of me, that's all." Clara sighed, sitting on the bed, shaking her head. "Nobody will ever be good enough for me."

"I understand, wait until you meet my sister," Emily laughed. "She's a complete bitch, I mean I love her, but she's a nightmare. She once pretended to be me to break up with someone."

"Really?" said Clara.

"Yes, but it didn't work," Emily laughed. "Has he gone?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Yep," Clara nodded, smiling, noticing Emily was shuffling towards her on the bed. She straddled her, pinning Clara to the bed.

"Should really make the most of it then, shouldn't we?" Emily said into Clara's ear, kissing her neck.

"Yeah," breathed Clara as she put her hands through Emily's hair.

...

Clara stood up in the kitchen against the counter, sipping a mug of tea she'd just made, smiling to herself. It was 1pm. They'd spent the night having more sex, it was getting much more intense now they'd got to know each other better and had the place to themselves. It was like a drug, she just wanted more now. Clara couldn't ignore the feeling that all she wanted to do at the moment was pin Emily to the floor and... She shook herself out of the daydream.

"When am I going to see you next?" said Emily, as she put on her shoes.

"Well, the last time I checked it wasn't half term next week," she laughed. "I'm not otherwise engaged at any other point. Do actually turn up to do your Masters?"

"Of course I do," Emily said, "it's part time this week."

"Of course it is," Clara laughed.

"It really is," Emily laughed. "I'm working tonight, tomorrow, Tuesday..." she thought, "Wednesday... and Friday night."

Clara tried to align their schedule in her head. "So Monday night?"

"I can do Monday," Emily walked over to Clara, putting her arms around her waist. "Shame I have to leave now," she sighed.

"Yeah, it's taking all I have to not undress you right this moment..." Clara put down her tea on the side, looked down and put her hands on the belt cinching in Emily's blue shirt dress. She undid the buckle. "And-"

"For fuck's sake, get off me!" Emily said, playfully, moving Clara's hands away. "I have to go to work!" she laughed, doing back up the belt.

"But-" Clara said, biting her lip, looking down, breathing out.

"I need to go," sighed Emily, kissing her gently, "I really need to go."

"Ok," Clara smiled, not letting go for a few seconds, kissing her again,

Emily made no attempt to go, kissing up Clara's neck, biting it gently.

"Oi, don't you dare!" Clara said, wrestling herself free of Emily. "I can't turn up at work on Monday with a love bite, how old are you actually? Like 12?" She laughed.

"That's a shame..." said Emily, a cheeky glint in her eye. She stepped away and walked towards the front door. "I'll meet you after work on Monday then?"

"Yes," sighed Clara, leaning on the doorway of the kitchen.

"I will see you then... then," Emily laughed, moving to kiss Clara on the cheek. "I can't wait, shame we don't have a time machine."

"I know, isn't it?" Clara said.

Emily opened the door, walked out, before poking her head past the doorframe, "I just want you to know, for the record, I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I'm really, really not." Her laughter echoed in the corridor as the door closed.

"What?" said Clara as she raced for the door, opening it to see Emily disappearing down the communal staircase, smiling to herself.

Clara closed the door, a little confused.

A familiar whooshing noise came from one of the rooms, she hoped to he hadn't turned up in the bedroom, as it was a bit of a mess. She looked inside the bedroom, relieved the TARDIS wasn't there, she closed the door to hide the evidence.

She saw the TARDIS in the living room, the Doctor leaning on the frame of the open TARDIS door.

"Doctor, your timing today is impeccable, thank you," she said, smiling, without a trace of sarcasm.

"What do you mean? What day is it?" the Doctor said, looking around.

"It's Saturday, Doctor."

"There are lots of Saturdays, Clara, which one?"

"Err, 27th of February, 2016... Why?"

"Just wondering, didn't want to waste energy walking back to the screen, I should try that more often," he smiled at her. "Right then, are you ready?"

"Not quite, I need an hour or so," Clara said, pacing up to him, "are you OK?"

"OK?" the Doctor said, confused. "Why would I be... OK?"

"The last time you were here," she paused, "yesterday, you... we..." she looked up to the ceiling, "how do I say this? You seemed upset with me?"

"I haven't been here since we went to Lollapalooza in '91."

"That was two weeks ago!" said Clara. "So we haven't done the Hanging Gardens?"

"The Hanging Gardens?" the Doctor said, "of Babylon? No... No! They don't exist! What are you talking about?"

"Yes they do, we-" Clara started.

The Doctor put his hands over his ears and shouted, "La la la la la, I'm not listening, I don't want to know my future!"

"Ok, ok," Clara tapped him on the shoulder, "have we done the school car park yet?"

"A school car park? Why would on earth would we go there?" he said.

"Oh, no reason," Clara trailed off.

"All of time and space at our disposal and we go to a school car park? No, that sounds rubbish. Why do we go to a school car park? This I want to know."

"Erm..." Clara fiddled with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "I overslept and didn't turn up for work..." she paused, realising it was actually her screwing herself over, and that she was the 'reasonable authority' he'd heard it from, saying very slowly, "because I knew that I was already there."

"And why did you oversleep?" the Doctor glared at her.

"I really forget why... may or may not have been some canoodling involved," she said awkwardly.

"So you just gave yourself the day off? Oh, no, no, no Clara," he pointed at her, "you... you cannot do that."

"I know, I know," she sighed, shaking her head, "not something I'm planning to repeat any time soon."

"Where?" he said, flippantly. "When?"

"2pm, Wednesday just gone," she said, looking down to the floor, "Jubilee Street in Whitechapel."

The Doctor went back into the TARDIS, it whooshed and disappeared, she stood back as the torrent of air hit her. It reappeared a second after, and the door opened. The Doctor stood on the doorframe as he had done a moment ago.

"You," he said, "and I quote, didn't set your alarm? What kind of excuse is that?"

"I'm sorry, OK," said Clara.

"And you did not look happy," he walked out into the living room. "There was a large amount of eye activation going on."

"It's ok, I'd completely calmed down by the next time I saw you when I got home from work yesterday, on Thursday," Clara lied, smiling, hoping her eyes were not betraying her.

"So where do you want to go today?" said the Doctor. "Pyramids of Jurapitu, maybe to see the Tribes of Vestibullam or there is a planet made completely of sapphires where the people are blue too? It's your turn to choose."

"Maybe..." said Clara, realising there was something she needed to do, "I saw you and Future me the other day."

"You did?" said the Doctor. "But we don't go and mess with our own time streams, you know that!"

"You've just gone back in time to teach me a lesson for sleeping in," she stated bluntly, turning away.

"That's different," the Doctor said.

"Is it?" said Clara, folding her arms, turning back. "Doesn't seem that," she impersonated his Scottish accent, "different."

"No, no, don't do that," he shook his head. "So are you ready?"

"I told you, not quite," she said, "I had a bit of lie in today. I need an hour."

"Better get going then," he waved her off, looking at her bookcase. "That massive dirty mark around your neck won't clean itself."