James sat behind his desk staring out the window looking out at the city of London. This wasn't exactly the view he used to have from his office in New York, but it still wasn't too bad. His New York office was on the fortieth floor and over looked the hustle and bustle of Broadway. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss New York, the weather was definitely better, and the city just felt more alive than London ever did, but he was glad that he came back. He would have never met Clara if he hadn't. Although perhaps things in his life wouldn't be so complicated if he had decided to stay in America. He never wanted to have the kind of feelings he was having and he had managed to spend most of his life not having them, so now what was he to do? He had seen Clara a couple of more times since the dinner with her father and both times, they just ate, watched a movie and then went to sleep. This was not supposed to be part of the deal and he wasn't sure why he kept asking her over to his flat when he knew he wasn't in the mood for sex. He just wanted to see her, hold her and to hear her laugh. He loved her laugh. He loved making her laugh, knowing that he was the one to cause her smile and eyes to sparkle made him feel happy.

His desk phone rang, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Aye."

"Sir, your brother is here to see you."

His brother? What the hell would he be doing here?

"Send him in."

"You can go in," James' receptionist said as she hung up the phone.

"Thanks," the Doctor replied as he walked towards the big wooden door.

He took a moment before he opened it, gathering his thoughts and trying to control his anger. He wanted the truth and he knew he wouldn't get it if he went in there all hot headed. Hell, he knew he wouldn't likely get it regardless, but he was pretty sure he would be able to tell if James was lying or not. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"John," James said as he stood up and walked towards him.

"James."

The Doctor closed the door and stood there, while James extended a hand to him. He looked at it and then hesitantly shook it.

"Come, sit down."

James walked over to a seating area to the right of his desk and motioned for the Doctor to sit on the couch.

"Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, water," James looked at his watch. "Scotch?"

"No, thanks."

James took a seat in a chair across from the doctor.

"So, to what do I owe the visit?"

"I saw something on the weekend and it has me a bit concerned."

"And what was that?"

"I was at your ice cream shop with Clara, and noticed that you have vans now."

The Doctor could have left Clara out of it, but for some reason he wanted James to know that he still sees her.

"I do, what's wrong with that?"

James wanted to ask what he was doing with Clara, but didn't want to let on to John that it bothered him. He was surprised that Clara never mentioned it when he saw her on Saturday night.

"There's nothing wrong with it, if it's on the up and up."

"And what makes you think that it's not?"

"The young man that came into the shop and came out carrying a duffle bag. That's exactly how we used to run things with the Doyles."

"So what are you implying? That I'm working with the Doyles?" James questioned angrily.

"No, I'm implying that you've got your own operation going."

"I know you don't like me, but how dare you come in here and make that accusation."

"Look, I really don't give a fuck what you do with your life, but Clara already got involved in your shite and I don't want that happening again."

"So that's what this is about. Clara."

"I don't want to see her get hurt."

"If you didn't want that, then maybe you should have kept your dick in your pants."

The Doctor took a deep breath in as he clenched his fists. He should have known nothing good would come out of coming here and the only thing this was accomplishing was raising his blood pressure.

"Look, whatever happened between Clara and I is in the past. Yes, I hurt her, but she's forgiven me and we are working at being friends. I care about her and if you're into selling

drugs, you need to stay the hell away from her."

"That's not going to happen because you're not the only one who cares about her."

The Doctor knew that James was developing feelings for her, it was obvious during their rescue of her. What he just didn't know was how much he cared for her. He couldn't stomach the idea of James falling in love with her, and she with him.

"James," the Doctor gave him a warning tone. "I mean it, if anything happens to her again, I won't be held accountable for my actions."

James glared at him, "And exactly how much do you care about her?"

The Doctor knew the truth, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone, least of all his twin. He returned the same icy glare.

"She's a friend."

"A friend that I think you're never going to get over. Maybe you should be the one to stay away."

"Well we can agree then that neither one of us is going to do that."

"True," James sighed and then took a deep breath. "Look, whatever it is you think I'm doing, I'm not. And we both want what's best for Clara, but at the end of the day, I'm the one she's with, not you."

There was really no more point to this conversation. The Doctor didn't believe him and in fact was more than positive James was lying. He stood up and walked towards the door. "I don't know what made you decide to come back here, but my gut tells me it's nothing good and I will find out what you're up to."

The Doctor walked out leaving James sitting staring at the vacant spot his brother just left. The last thing James wanted was to hurt Clara or put her in any kind of danger, especially after what happened with the Doyles. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he did when he was stressed. He should have never come back here. Life was simpler in New York, no angry brother, no revengeful gang, and most of all no Clara making his old heart feel things he never had before.

He stood up and walked back to his desk to make a call. His brother wasn't going to let this drop and he couldn't let him find out that he was right.

"Hey boss," the man on the other end of the line said.

"Hey Jerry. How's everything at the factory?"

"Good, been really busy. We're just about to get the second van on the road."

"That's what I'm calling about. I want to take them off for a bit."

"You sure? Business has been really good with the one."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want those trucks leaving the factory."

"Okay, but what should we do with the stock?"

"Hold it until you hear from me again."

James hung up, not giving Jerry a chance to question him further. River wouldn't be happy to know that he had halted things here, but this was a move he was thinking about doing long before John had shown up. He agreed with his brother and he didn't want Clara involved in any of this, mostly because he was sure if she knew the truth, she would leave him in a heartbeat. And the idea of losing her pained him more than anything he had ever felt before. He sighed, knowing that he couldn't fight what he was feeling any longer. He was falling in love with Clara Oswald.