Now that Clara has met the Doctor twice. . . let's see what they both make of the meeting.

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Chapter 14

Clara buried her head in a pillow and uttered a loud, frustrated groan. She felt like screaming, but she knew that her sister would probably not appreciate that and neither would her neighbours. How on earth had she managed to end up in a mess this big? For almost three decades, Clara and Bonnie had played their game and she had always assumed that at some point, it would backfire, but she couldn't have fathomed the extent.

"Wine?"

Finally, Clara lifted her head and looked up to see that Bonnie was holding a glass in her direction. With a sigh, she took it and chugged the contents in one go because nothing else would do for a disaster like the one she had caused.

"Why don't you tell me what happened," her sister suggested casually as she sat down on the sofa and Clara felt the cushions sink where Bonnie made herself comfortable.

Again, Clara uttered a sigh. Her sister was going to judge her and say I told you so without a doubt. "I met the Doctor again," she began carefully.

"The guy you have the massive crush on?"

Clara nodded slowly.

"And you told him the truth and he got mad because you didn't tell him sooner?"

"Nope," she replied. "I met him as myself when he came to the parent-teacher evening to talk about his daughter. Rosie is one of my students. Oh, and he brought his frightening ex-wife along."

Clara waited for Bonnie's reaction, but it wasn't exactly what she had expected. She had anticipated a lecture, an I told you so, anything but what Bonnie actually did. Her sister started howling with laughter.

"Oh my God," she chuckled, hardly able to contain her great amusement. "This is amazing. This sort of thing could really only happen to you."

Her head shot around and Clara glared at her sister.

"Don't look at me like that," Bonnie remarked. "It's really not my fault you have a talent for picking the wrong guys."

"Because you only ever pick the right ones," she countered angrily. "Remember that anarchist?"

"Oh, that was ages ago," her sister argued. "But screwing your student's dad, that's a new one. What are you gonna do about that now?"

Blowing the air out between her teeth, Clara sank deeper into the sofa cushion. "Honestly? I have no idea," she admitted sadly. "I should have told him sooner. I should have said who I really was, but I don't know, he seems like a really good dad and he might have a rule against dating his daughter's teacher."

"Which would be understandable because imagine how weird that is for the kid," Bonnie said.

"You're really not helping," Clara replied, growling. But her sister couldn't help, could she? It was such a messed up situation that no one could help her with and she was telling the truth. Rosie would likely not be okay with a relationship between her father and her teacher. "Rosie is a good kid, she might understand. Or she might not. I really don't know how the Doctor is going to take this and I don't know what to do."

"When are you gonna see him again?"

"Tomorrow," Clara sighed desperately. "I don't know if I should tell him or not because I really like him and he really likes me back and it's-"

She broke off and once again, covered her face with the pillow and uttered a sob even though she wasn't crying – but that didn't mean she wasn't feeling like it. Why couldn't things be simple? Why did she have to screw up so badly? Clara really didn't know.

"You'll have to think of something," Bonnie said after a while. "Preferably by tomorrow."

Clara inhaled deeply and at last, threw the pillow aside. Hiding behind a piece of décor wouldn't help her. "I know," she said. "I know."

Rosie handed him the screwdriver before the Doctor even had a chance to ask about it and he accepted it thankfully before he continued with the task of installing a new BluRay drive in his daughter's computer. She had wanted one for months, but after hearing how well Rosie was doing at her new school, the Doctor had decided to treat her a little. Now, she was looking over his shoulder, grinning happily while studying his every move.

"You and Mum didn't stay long yesterday," Rosie remarked after a while. "I suppose the teachers didn't have much to say cause I'm still new."

The parent-teacher evening. The most awkward fifteen minutes in his entire life. For a brief moment, the Doctor had actually assumed that Bonnie was one of his daughter's teachers and his heart had sunk into his boots upon seeing her there. How could he have known about the twin? The Doctor realized that overall, the situation was still a little awkward – yet not nearly as awkward as accidentally sleeping with Rosie's teacher.

"We only talked to one of your teachers," the Doctor explained. "The English one."

"Oh, Miss Oswald," Rosie replied excitedly, beaming at him. "I like her. She's nice."

She probably was, but the Doctor had been too focused on trying not to come across as weird and he had failed because Missy had once again been rude and then Miss Oswald had been weird in return. All in all, the first impression hadn't been an ideal one. If only she hadn't looked exactly like Bonnie. Even for twins, the resemblance was almost scary. He would have to ask Bonnie about it tomorrow.

"Your mum said she'd pick you up after breakfast tomorrow morning," he said because he really didn't want to elaborate why the parent-teacher evening had been so awkward. He would really rather not talk about it at all, especially not to his daughter.

His daughter pulled a face.

"Come on," the Doctor prompted her. "It's not as bad as you make it."

"I lived with her for several years. I'd rather spend the weekend with you," Rosie argued.

The Doctor sighed. He hated to disappoint his daughter, but he also really didn't want to cancel on Bonnie. In fact, he was so impatient to see her again that was considering to ask her to meet him earlier than planned. "How about you stay with me next weekend?" he suggested hopefully.

Suddenly, a frown appeared on Rosie's face and he knew that she was seeing right through him. "You have a date, don't you?"

For a moment, the Doctor thought about denying it, but he knew that it was no use. "Yes," he replied. "And your mother wants to spend time with you as well. But we can definitely do something nice next weekend."

"Alright," Rosie agreed after a while. "But I just wanna say that I enjoy being an only child. Take that into consideration."

The Doctor chuckled softly. He and Bonnie were far from that point in their relationship and suddenly, he started to wonder what exactly they were to each other, where their dates were going. That was one more thing he needed to talk to her about because he was serious and he hoped that Bonnie was as well. "I will," he promised. "Now let's finish up your computer, shall we?"

His daughter grinned at him and they both turned their attention back to the electronic patient on his workbench. Internally, however, he was already smiling at the prospect of seeing Bonnie tomorrow.