The Doctor sat anxiously in the sterile looking office waiting to meet with James' lawyer to go over his will. He had already been through a whirlwind of emotions and chaos over the past couple of weeks and he was hoping this would be the end of it, or at least the start of things calming down.

Clara had been a huge help to him and continued to be. Together, they planned a very small wake where their closest friends came along with a few employees from Mondasian. The Doctor was surprised to hear the employees speak very highly of James and how he never came across as a rich boss who didn't care about his workers. He always made sure they were happy and put their lives ahead of their jobs. One man told him how James would always say, "This is my baby and no one should work longer or harder than him." The Doctor was happy to hear this, but at the same time sad that he never got to know that man.

He and Clara also had to deal with the police during that time. They had to give their statements and recount what happened that night, which wasn't easy for them to do and it was especially hard on Clara, but they both got through it. River was going to be going away for a very long time, especially after a further investigation revealed the drug business, which thankfully, James had kept incredibly separate from Mondasian. James' name wasn't tarnished and nothing was going to happen to the business, which had been another issue the Doctor was handling. Mondasian needed someone to run it and with both James and River gone things were beginning to back up. Clara had helped a little, since she knew a bit about the company from working with James, but neither of them were business people.

"Mr. Smith," a tall lanky man said, as he stepped out of an office. "So sorry to keep you waiting."

"No problem," the Doctor said as he shook the man's hand.

"Come on in."

"This really shouldn't take too long," the lawyer said as he took a seat at his desk and the Doctor sat across from him. "Basically, James has left you everything he has."

"Okay," the Doctor replied very unsure. "What exactly does that mean?"

"It means that you are a very wealthy man now. Well once all the paperwork is complete."

"And what about the business?"

"That's yours too."

"But I don't know how to run a business. Especially, not one the size of Mondasian."

"Then sell it. It's entirely up to you what you do. Whatever stakes Ms. Song had in the business transferred to James and well, now to you. All decisions are one hundred percent yours."

The Doctor didn't know how to take all this news. He hadn't expected this at all. He thought for sure James would have left everything to a trust or something. They hadn't been speaking to one another for years.

"May I ask, when did James write his will?"

"Oh he wrote it a long time ago, but the strangest thing was, he came in a few weeks before all of this happened and changed it."

"I see."

The Doctor could feel his eyes start to well. James had done this after he had come clean to him and this was his way of trying to make up for it all. The two men had more things to discuss and some paperwork to go over, but by the time the Doctor walked out of the office he had a different picture of his brother. He was in complete shock and he needed to see Clara, so he decided to call and see if she was home.

"Hey," she said as she answered. "How did it go at the lawyers?"

"Strange. You around?"

"Yeah, come on over."

"Okay, I'll be there soon." He hung up and made his way to the tube station anxious to talk to her.

Twenty minutes later he arrived at Clara's flat and knocked on her door. It took her a few minutes to answer and when she did, she was on her mobile. She smiled at him and then motioned for him to come in. He made himself at home, while she finished her call, knowing that it likely had something to do with her job. She had gone back to work this week, but when she had gotten to the office, she had a panic attack, remembering what had happened in the very spot near her desk, so Donna had sent her home and told her she could work from there until they sorted this situation out. Luckily, her boss had been thinking of moving offices, as the company was growing, so now the fact that a knifing had happened there seemed a good time to put that into motion.

"Sorry about that," she said as she got off the phone. "Donna was having trouble opening one of my files."

"No problem," he answered. "I can come back if you're busy."

"No, it's fine. I had trouble sleeping last night, so I've been working since the wee hours. You are a much-needed break and distraction." She smiled at him.

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah, but they're becoming fewer and further apart, so that's good."

Clara didn't want to tell him that her nightmares weren't what he likely thought they were, knowing he would worry about her and that was the last thing he needed. Ever since losing James she had been having these horrible dreams that it had been the Doctor instead of his brother. Every time she had one, she woke up crying and would have a hard time falling back to sleep.

"Anyway, what did the lawyer say?" She asked changing the subject.

"Well, you're looking at the new owner of Mondasian Ice Cream."

"What?! Seriously?" Clara was shocked because the two of them had pretty much thought the same thing about James' will.

"Yeah, he left me everything, Clara. Well not quite everything. Turned out he had been making a monthly donation to a youth group in Glasgow, a program that is designed to keep kids off the streets and from getting into trouble the way he and I did."

"He never told me that."

"The lawyer said he didn't tell anyone and his donation was anonymous, so not surprising that he didn't."

They were both silent for a moment, obviously thinking about James and how even in death, he was still full of surprises.

"So what are you going to do about the business?" Clara asked, wanting to take both their minds off of their thoughts.

"I honestly don't know. I feel like I should probably sell it."

Clara didn't say anything, but instead just gave a slight frown.

"What?" The Doctor asked.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything."

"You don't have to. Your eyes are talking for you. You think I should keep it?"

"Yes."

"Clara, I don't know how to do what James did."

"I know, but he would never have wanted his company to be sold and end up in the hands of a competitor, who would just destroy it. I think he left it to you so his legacy could live on."

She had a very valid point and it was the one reason that was making him feel torn about his decision.

"I know you never saw that side of him, but I did. He was very passionate about his business and proud of it," Clara continued. 'I know this decision is yours, but please, at least consider keeping it."

"But I love my job. I love teaching."

"I know you do, and no one is saying you have to give that up. There are a lot of good people that work there, maybe there's a way that you could be a silent owner and pay someone to run the business side of it."

"Perhaps," he sighed. "I just don't know where to start with all of this."

"Well I might be able to help with that. Donna's husband, Lee, is a corporate lawyer. If you want, he would be willing to meet with you to discuss your options."

"Always with a plan, aren't you?" He smiled at her.

"I just want what's best for you and James."

"Thank you. I would very much like to meet with Lee."

Clara smiled at him, happy that he was willing to look into the possibility of keeping James' company. She really knew that's what James would have wanted.

"Alright, I need to get going," the Doctor said as he stood up.

"So soon?"

"Yeah, I've decided to start cleaning out James flat. I've been putting it off, but it needs to be done."

"Do you want a hand?" Clara asked.

"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that. You've already done so much."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Plus, I would really like to help."

The Doctor didn't want to put Clara out, but he hadn't thought that she might want to go to James' one last time and that maybe there might be some things at his place that she may want.

"Okay. I need to go home first, but I'll meet you back here in an hour?"

"Sounds good," Clara answered.

Clara had never expected to come to this place with the Doctor and it was hitting her harder than she thought it would. As soon as they stepped off the lift, Clara took in the scent that distinctly reminded her of James and was immediately overcome with a wave of emotion.

"Are you sure you want to do this," the Doctor said as he saw the sadness in her eyes.

"I do. I'll be fine, it's just that this place is him. I was with him when he picked it out actually."

It was almost as if the Doctor had forgotten that she had had this whole other life with his brother. And who could blame him really because what man in their right mind would want to imagine the woman they loved being with another man. They walked through the flat, the Doctor seeing it for the first time. There was nothing about this place that reminded him of the brother he knew. This place felt cold and lonely and not at all like the home he had once shared with him.

"Where do you want to start?" Clara asked.

"Maybe the bedroom. Start with his clothes I guess."

"Okay, I'll grab some bags from the kitchen."

Clara paused for a moment, trying to get her feelings under control as memories of her and James started washing over her. Their relationship may have started as just sex, but it had evolved into much more than that. They had become friends and given different circumstances; she would have fallen for him just as hard as he had for her.

The Doctor stepped into the bedroom and looked around. It was a large room with a king-sized bed in the middle of the room that faced massive windows that over looked the park. This was definitely the home of multi-millionaire and not something he would feel at home in at all. There was nothing personal about the space, except for one framed picture he noticed on James's chest of drawers. He walked over and immediately recognized it as the same picture he had shown Rose to get her to believe he had a twin. He picked it up and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the two young men in the photo.

Clara walked in and noticed the Doctor sitting with something in his hands. As she got closer, she saw that it was a picture.

"That's new," she said as she sat next to him.

The Doctor turned and looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"I never saw that in here, but then again I haven't been here for a while. Prior to everything, we had been spending a lot of time at my place."

"That's not surprising actually. Your flat has always reminded me of the place James and I shared in Glasgow. It would seem he was feeling a little nostalgic," he said as he turned the picture towards her.

Clara could feel the tears forming in her eyes, and the last thing she wanted was to start crying. She grabbed a bag and walked into James' closet to start going through his clothes. A few hours later and the two of them were pretty much done packing up everything that needed to be packed. The Doctor had found a few more photos and put them into a box of stuff that he was keeping. There wasn't much, but the life he was packing up, wasn't the one he knew his brother with.

"I think that's it. I'll call and get some body to come and get the rest of this stuff," the Doctor said as he stood near the lift with his box. "Are you sure there wasn't anything you wanted?"

"Yeah," Clara answered as she glanced around. "I'm okay with just the memories I have."

"I somehow think I don't want to know about the memories you have here," he quirked an eyebrow at her. He wasn't naïve, he knew how their relationship had started.

"No you don't. And they're ones I will never share."

"Good." The Doctor looked at her and said the one thing Clara thought she would never hear from him. "I'm glad James met you."

"Really?" Clara questioned, surprised.

"Yeah, you were good for him and I don't think I would have ever gotten him back if it weren't for you. It may have been brief, but I'm glad that he didn't die with me hating him. We have you to thank for that."

"Oh, I don't think so. In the end James was the one who came clean to you."

"Yes, but he did that because of you. He really did love you and wanted to be a better person."

Clara just nodded, not really sure what to say. Luckily the lift came and the two stepped in. As the doors closed, Clara couldn't help but feel that a door was closing on one part of her life and that she was taking steps towards the next chapter.