James couldn't believe the sense of relief he felt as his brother hugged him. The truth was finally out and maybe, just maybe he would be able to get his brother back. It certainly felt like this was a step in the right direction, although what direction it was all going to go, James had no clue, but he knew it didn't matter because he had told his brother the truth. The Doctor pulled back from James and stood up, walking over to the bottle of whiskey then into the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back out with two glasses, handing one to James, then taking a seat back in his chair.

"Thought maybe you could use that," the Doctor said.

"Thanks."

James took a sip, allowing the warm amber liquid slide down his throat.

"Who all is involved in this, James?"

"I've kept a lot of people out of it and for the most part I have tried to keep Mondasian clean. River is the only one that knows the whole truth."

"And you trust her?"

"I do. Although lately she's been really pushing the business harder."

"Why?"

"Not sure. Greed maybe. I've been happy with what I've got, but she's always seemed to want more."

"How long have you known her?"

"Almost for as long as I was in New York. Her father was the boss I worked for."

"Long time then. You and she ever, you know…"

"No, never. Our relationship was never like that. I would have never dared touched the boss' daughter. We were always friends, she grew up around the business and as much as her father didn't want her to be a part of it, he couldn't keep her from it. She's far too determined to let anything stop her from getting what she wants."

"So why did he leave the business to you?"

"Because she didn't want that responsibility. She was happy to have the role she had."

"Which is?"

"She's my fixer. Makes sure that I don't get caught and makes sure everything looks like it's on the up and up. And when problems arise, she takes care of it."

The Doctor was processing everything his brother was telling him. He had no idea how to help him, but he knew that he had to at least try. James had finally opened up to him, and although he really didn't like what he was hearing, he couldn't turn his back on him. They had both done that for far too long and it needed to stop.

"Is she really your VP at Mondasian then?" The Doctor asked.

"She is. She helped me build that business and actually owns a thirty percent stake in it. I know that I could likely let her take over the drug side of everything, but then I don't want her to be a part of Mondasian and that I feel is going to be hard to do."

"Have you talked to her about this?"

"No, but I think she suspects something is up. She's been paying someone at the factory to keep an eye on things. I just haven't figured out who yet."

"And you still trust her?"

"She's really been the only friend I've had and she's never done anything like this until now."

The Doctor thought some more while James downed the rest of his whiskey. If River was caught up in all of this, did Missy know? And if she does, is she really who she says she is? There were just questions after questions flying through his mind, but the main one was about Clara.

"Is Clara in danger, James?"

"No! I would never put her in danger, not again." James was adamant about this.

"How can you be so sure? You didn't think the Doyles would kidnap her, but they did."

"I'm sure, I promise you that. I'm square with them and they will not try something like that again. When I paid her ransom, I made a deal with them. They knew what I was doing here and we settled on a territory. They aren't interested in starting anything."

"And you? What kind of danger do you think you're in?"

James sighed and looked at his empty glass. The Doctor got up and took it and his into the kitchen to get a refill. When he came back out, he saw James was once again looking at the Doctor's bookshelf with the albums and picture frames. As he got closer, he noticed the one that James was looking at.

"You love her too, don't you?" James asked as he took the tumbler from the Doctor.

The Doctor didn't say anything, but just turned and sat back down again. James was looking at one of the pictures the Doctor had snapped of Clara when they were at the zoo. He loved her smile and the way her eyes sparkled, that every time he looked at it, he couldn't help but smile himself.

"Let's just say, I know the pull she has on people and why she would be the one to make you want to turn your life around. But she and I are in the past and I really need to accept that."

"Well I will say, the two of you definitely have music in common. She has a big vinyl collection as well."

"I know. We used to go record shopping together." The Doctor took a drink. "So answer my question, James, do you think you'll be in danger if you try and get out? Because if you do, that means Clara will be as well, unless you're honest with her before you make that move."

"I honestly don't think so, if I do it right. I worked hard when I took over the organization to get people out who wanted out. I knew there were young guys, who I saw myself in.

They had made a bad decision and were struggling at making it right, so I helped with that. I reduced the number of people involved and made sure that those who wanted a different life, were taken care of. If I couldn't do it for myself, I could at least do it for others. I also got us out of selling the hard stuff and focused on the organic side of it. It took a long time to do, but I did it. I'm not saying that this excuses what I did, but it made me feel better and it also kept us off the radar more. There are a lot of bigger fish out there for the cops to chase, and we've never been it. I'm not Al Capone, John, and I don't really think anyone is out to get me."

James downed the rest of his drink, knowing that he needed to talk about Clara more with John, but it seemed that he didn't want to. He needed to make it really clear to him, just how much he cared for her.

"Look, I know this is a lot of information to take in and you probably have no idea how to process it all, but I want to assure you, no matter what happens, Clara's safety is and always will be my number one priority. Hell, this whole thing may just work out to your advantage."

"How on Earth could that be?"

"You said it yourself, I'm going to lose her when I tell her the truth. I hope to hell I don't, but she's not going to want to be with someone like me, once she knows who I really am, she's likely going to come running back to you."

"I don't think so, James. She's made it very clear to me that she was moving on with you."

James looked at him and quirked an eyebrow. "When?"

"The engagement party." The Doctor looked over at his bookcase with Clara's picture and then back at his brother. "I tried to kiss her and she got angry."

James should have been furious that the Doctor had tried to kiss the woman he was with, but he couldn't. The only thing he felt was hope, hope that he might be able to fight for her and win her back after he told her the truth about who he really is.

"So when are you going to break the news to Clara?" The Doctor asked.

"Sooner, rather than later. There's no sense in holding off."

"And what about getting out? I'm not really sure what to tell you or how I can help."

"That's okay. Just knowing that you want to is enough for me." James stood up and walked towards the door, the Doctor followed behind him.

"Thank you for listening and not getting angry," James said.

"Thank you for finally telling me the truth."

The two men stared at one another for a moment before James pulled the Doctor in for another hug. He hesitated at first, but then returned it.

"So maybe we can get a pint or something some time," James suggested.

"I'd like that, once you get this all sorted."

James quirked his head at him, thinking that his brother was going to be there for him, but now it seemed he wasn't.

"I'm here for you if you want to talk, but I can't get mixed up in any of this James. Not with my past."

"You're right. I forgot about that."

The two said their goodbyes and the Doctor shut the door after James left. His love life may be completely fucked up, but at least there was hope that he might get his brother back.

Clara had decided she needed to spend some time with her Gran. She had been missing her mum a lot these days and needed to perhaps talk to the one woman who was the closest thing she had to her.

"Hello," Clara yelled as she walked in her dad's front door.

"Hello sweetheart," her dad said as he came out from the kitchen. "What a nice surprise."

"Yeah, I haven't seen Gran for a while or you for that matter, so thought I'd come by."

"Got some time away from that man of yours?"

"Dad."

"I'm teasing," her dad said. "Your Gran is in the living room."

Clara walked into the room and smiled when she saw her Gran sitting in her favourite chair, rocking back and forth, knitting what looked to be a jumper.

"Clara!" Her Gran said with a smile.

"Hi Gran."

Clara hugged her and then took a seat on the nearby couch.

"What brings you by, dear?"

"I missed you and thought it would be nice to catch up."

"Oh, I've missed you too." Gran looked at her, in the way that Clara knew she was surveying her. "Who's the man dear?"

"Who said anything about a man?" Clara tried to deny she was right.

"I can see it in your eyes, darling. You're confused about something."

"I never could get anything past you, could I," Clara sighed.

"Well your father may have mentioned something. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"I just feel so lost. I feel like I have this tug of war happening inside both my brain and my heart, that there are two different things each wants and on top of that my brain and heart want two different things. It makes no sense."

"What is it that your brain is fighting?"

"This guy I'm seeing, is really great and at first things were a lot of fun, but it seems that he wants more out of this relationship than I'm willing to give. My brain is telling me to go for it, but then at the same time it's telling me to be careful because I feel like he's holding something back from me."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I blame his brother for putting the idea in my mind."

Clara didn't want to tell her Gran about the Doctor's suspicions, so she had to tread lightly as to not say too much.

"You know his brother?"

"Yes," Clara hesitated before she spoke again, not sure if she should tell her Gran how she knows James' brother. Then she decided that if she really wanted her help, she should have all the facts. "I used to date him."

Gran raised both her eyebrows at her granddaughter. "Well now I see why you're having issues."

"No Gran, the Doctor isn't a factor in this."

"The Doctor?"

"Sorry, it's his nickname and what his students call him. His real name is John."

"He was your teacher?"

Clara nodded, knowing that her Gran was likely going to have some choice words for her.

"Oh dear. You have been busy since you've been back, haven't you?"

"Gran, what happened between John and I is all in the past and he really isn't a part of my dilemma."

"Tell me about him."

Clara knew the older woman wanted to have as much information as possible, so she decided to open up and tell her everything. She told her about their one-night stand, struggling to not be with him while he was her lecturer, losing that struggle, and then finding out he was engaged to Rose. Gran said nothing while she spoke, just sat there and nodded her head taking it all in.

"Oh Clara, I'm so sorry your heart was broken."

"It's okay Gran, I've worked past it."

"I don't think it's okay. You were in love with him and he broke not just your heart but your trust. Tell me though, dear, how did you connect with his brother?"

Clara gave a big sigh, knowing that this story was just going to get a lot stranger for her poor Gran.

"I actually never knew he had a brother, until he showed up in my office one day as a new client," Clara said as she sighed again knowing she needed to tell her the one key piece of information in this story. "You see, their actually identical twins."

"Oh my!" Her Gran exclaimed. "This is all making a lot more sense now."

"Really? Because it sounds very confusing to me."

"It is, but you have two men who you care about very much. Two men who share the same face. No wonder your heart and your mind don't know what to do. You can't help, but look at one and see the other."

"Gran, I don't! I keep telling people that. They are very different men."

"Sure, that's what your mind is telling you. But your heart is what is having trouble distinguishing the difference." She leaned forward in her chair to get a little closer to Clara.

"Tell me this, why did you start talking to John again? If he broke your heart, why did you give him another chance?"

"Because I wanted to find out who James was. I needed to talk to him to find out."

"And when you got your answer, why didn't you stop seeing him?"

Clara looked down at the floor, unable to look her Gran in the eyes. She knew the answer, but she had never admitted it to anyone, let alone said it out loud. But this was her

Gran and she could never lie to her.

"Because I missed him." She looked back up at her. "But I thought that we could be friends. I didn't want more from him than to just be friends."

"So you became friends, while you were getting closer to his brother?"

"Yes."

"Okay, another question. Who do you trust more?"

Clara stared at her grandmother, really unsure how to answer that question. She wanted to say James, but there was something drawing her to say John. James had never done anything to break her trust, but John had. Although he had shown to her several times that he wasn't really the man she had thought he was. He wasn't a cheater, but instead a man who made a very dumb mistake.

"You can't answer me, can you?"

Clara slowly shook her head. She had been trying so hard to convince herself and her friends that she really didn't want to be with John, that she was really believing it herself.

"So the question is, which one really has your heart?" Clara started to say something, but her Gran stopped her. "And before you say it, John IS a factor in this, otherwise, you wouldn't be having this struggle."

Her Gran was right. Everyone kept telling her this, but she just wouldn't listen, but she couldn't deny the truth from the one woman who knew her better than anyone on this planet. It all made sense, her hesitation with James, her feelings about Missy, this is what had been tearing her apart inside, she had convinced herself she was over John, but the reality was she wasn't. However, she had very strong feelings for James and of course it didn't help that they shared the same damn face.

"What do I do Gran?"

"Only you know the answer, dear. But if it were me, I would likely take a break from both men to help gain some clarity."

That was actually a really good idea. Maybe a little vacation would help her realise who her heart really belonged with. She continued chatting with her Gran, moving on from talking about her pathetic love life, to talking about Gran's very active social life. She stayed for a while, enjoying the company of her family before she decided to head home. During her walk back, she thought more about what her Gran had told her and the more she thought about it, the more she knew that taking a break was the best advice. She couldn't think about what she really wanted when both men were constantly around. It was a small decision she had made, but she already felt better, knowing what her struggle was and coming up with a plan to figure it all out.

She had just reached her flat and was looking in her bag for her keys when she found them and looked up, seeing James standing outside her door. She was surprised to see him because he hadn't messaged or called her, which he normally did before he came over. She smiled at him and he returned it, but there was something slightly off about it.

"Hey," she said as she approached him.

"Hi," he returned as he leaned in and gave her a small peck on the lips.

"I'm surprised to see you," she said.

"I hope you don't mind, but I was hoping we could talk about some things."

Clara wasn't sure what was going on, but a feeling of dread suddenly overcame her because nothing good ever came from someone asking to talk.