16th July

The weird thing was, even though everyone knew that they were dating, nothing really changed. Realistically the only thing that changed was they were more open about it, like they would kiss and flirt more openly. There were the girly chats about him and Clara would sometimes bit her lip to stop her from spilling too much.

If anything, she actually enjoyed it more than she thought. She had become part of the team there and she was sure if they broke up, which was a very big if, she was sure that they would take both sides, no matter to who was to blame.

Even if it wasn't something that she wanted to do, Clara was very glad that she took this job. The last seven months had been the best and she wasn't going to leave it now.

An email alert came up on her computer. She looked across at Amy and saw that she was deep in thought, chewing the pen that was in her mouth. She was more curious to who it was from more than anything. She slowly read through the email, just to make sure that she was reading what she thought she was.

It was an email from another newspaper trying to recruit her. If anything she started to panic. She remembered what the Doctor had said to her and she didn't want to leave. She would have to find a way to put that she wasn't interested.

"Clara?"

She turned and looked at the Doctor.

"Are you okay?"

She smiled up at him. "Yeah, I am fine."

"You sure?"

She nodded at him. "Sure."

"Just you looked a little … shocked."

Her eyes flicked back to the computer screen. "Yeah, I am fine."

He didn't seem convinced but he let it go at that point. She knew that he would ask again later but by then she would have had the chance to process it and calm down. She looked up at the clock. It was probably going to end up being a long day.

He watched her from the kitchen. As soon as they had got back home, she had sat down on the sofa and started to work on her article. After half an hour, the typing had stopped and she was just staring at her computer screen. Her behaviour had worried him but he knew not to make assumptions.

"There seems to be a lack of typing." The Doctor said as he sat down next to her. "Are you okay? You know a problem shared is a problem halved."

Clara sighed before shaking her head. She had thought all day about how she was going to tell the Doctor. It wasn't like she was going to accept it but she didn't know how to tell them no.

She handed him her laptop. "Skaro have offered me a job."

She watched as his eye flicked across the screen, reading the email that she had read a hundred times over since she opened it.

"You must decline."

"I know."

"Have you?"

"I … I don't know what to put."

"It was bad enough losing John to Trenzalore. You know I cannot lose you as well."

"I know." She took the laptop off him and opened up a document. "I did a little research earlier. I have managed to find a few things that suggest that Skaro gets who they want or they destroy their career. Mine has only just started. I know I need to decline"

The Doctor sighed next to her. "Look, stop worrying about it. You get on with your article and I will think of something that we could put. We will write it together."

He kissed her forehead before leaving her.

Clara shook her head and tried to think back to her article. Get that done and then they can get the email done.

"Read what you have put so far."

"Dear sirs. Thank you for you email and your job proposition. As tempting as the offer is, I am currently working for Galifrey and have no intentions of leaving any time soon and therefore wish to decline your offer." Clara read. "I still think it needs a little something more."

The Doctor paced as he thought. His hands were behind his back.

"I agree. Umm … maybe … delete the part from 'As tempting as the offer is'. I don't know that part just doesn't sound right."

"What about, 'The offer is tempting but with much consideration, I am unfortunately going to have to decline it.' or something to that affect?"

"Yes." He said, clicking his fingers. He started to wave his hands around in the air. "With much consideration, I … have come to the conclusion that the job … offered … isn't for me. No scrap that last bit. That the job offered …"

"Isn't what I am looking for at the moment."

He clicked his finger again. "Perfect."

"Then shall I say about not having any intentions to leave and then finish it up by telling them thank you again."

"Yeah." He dropped down onto the sofa. "This writing lark is hard."

"It's not if you know what you want to put." She said as she finished it off. "Send it?"

"Go for it."

Clara hit send and felt a weight lift off her.

"Hopefully everything will be okay. I mean, it isn't like I have this 10 year brilliant career to destroy. I have only been working for you for seven months. There is no harm for them to do."

"Let's just say, if they somehow manage to find a skeleton in your closet, I will make sure that I uncover all theirs."

Clara pulled him closer to her. She hoped that everything was going to be alright.

The email came through and the man smiled as he saw the name. Clara Oswald was the person they wanted. Her writing in Gallifrey was the sort of thing that they needed on their team and it was about time that they tried to steal someone away from the leading newspaper.

He growled as he looked at her reply. It was not what he wanted. He picked up his phone.

"I want you to find as much dirt on Clara Oswald as you possible can." He said when the person answered the phone. "I don't care even if you have to make it up. I want something damming."

He read the email once more just to make sure he had read it correctly.

Dear Sirs,

Thank you for you email and your job proposition. The offer is tempting but with much consideration, I have come to the conclusion that the job offered isn't what I am looking for at the moment. I have no intentions of leaving Gallifrey for the foreseeable future.

Thank you again for your kind offer.

Your faithfully,

Clara Oswald