6:30 AM.

That was Clara's first thought when she awoke and shot up in bed. She didn't know how she could place the time so perfectly, but she immediately pulled back the cover and realized something even more pressing than the current hour. Nausea coiled in her gut and she realized that she really, really, really had to puke.

The woman opened her door and ran down the TARDIS hallway as quickly as she could, just hoping that the time machine would be cooperative and give her a bathroom to be sick in at the right time. Thankfully, the TARDIS seemed to be in a good mood and Clara was pleased to find a doorway to her left a little but down the hall. Muttering her thanks to the machine as she rushed into the room, she hung her head over the toilet bowl and immediately started emptying the contents of her stomach.

After the third bought of sick into the toilet, the Impossible Girl was alarmed to hear the bathroom door rattling. Why did disaster always have to happen at the least opportune time?

"Clara! Clara! Are you alright?" The woman heard the Doctor shout. She opened her mouth to reply, to yell at him to just go away and leave her alone, but all that came out was yet another mouthful of the puckish green substance.

Clearly though, the Time Lord had taken her two seconds of silence as a cry for help, and to Clara's dread she heard the sonic whirring away, and the door to the bathroom opened.

She wanted to sink into the floor and never exist again. The Doctor, the almighty alien, had to see her in this state! Completely huddled over, with sick all over the contents of the bathroom.

"Doctor, I-"Clara tried to start, but stopped at the look on the Time Lord's face and just had to laugh. He looked completely flabbergasted and confused, and she just couldn't help but feeling a bit sorry for him.

"Clara, what- what is all this?" the Gallifreyan asked, scowling with those huge eyebrows at both the out of character laugh and the disaster zone of a room. Yes, he resembled the quintessential, well, with the look of those eyebrows, angry deer stuck in headlights. "Are you… okay?"

Feeling that her bought of nausea was basically over, the woman faced the alien. "Yeah, sorry Doctor. I'm fine now." She shrugged. "Just some morning sickness, I guess."

"Oh," the Doctor said, trying to manage his composure. He was obviously trying to figure out how not to be so sarcastic. "Well, I guess we need to uh… do something about this, shouldn't we?"

"Of course," Clara said, getting up off the floor, more to as much of his height as she could be. "I'll just go… change, and then I'll clean up this mess." She started to try to head out the door-

"No," The Time Lord took on a fiercer, sure demeanor that was a little startling. "I'll mop it up, Clara. You don't need to be doing any work in your condition."

"Doctor, again. I'm a pregnant human woman, not a china doll," the Impossible Girl grumbled and shifted into the hallway, but secretly relieved and grateful to the Gallifreyan that she wouldn't have to be the one to pick up all the sick.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," the man called as she started to walk down the hall.

Clara smiled. Good old Doctor.

Once she had gone back to her bedroom and changed out of her sick-covered nightgown, the woman put on some clothes and then headed up to the console room, where she and the Time Lord would usually meet at the start of their adventures every day. Plopping down in the captain's chair, she pulled out some light reading from one of her favorite novels, War and Peace.

Sometime later, Clara glanced up to see the alien coming up the stairs to the time machine's controls. His grey curls were all ruffled, in a kind of cute, even, well, maybe… hot way…

What? The woman stopped herself. Did I really just call the Doctor…?

She shook her head, and instead called out to the man. "How was the mopping?"

The Time Lord smirked and started inputting something into the TARDIS' database. "Bearable," he replied.

Clara smiled and put her book down, walking over to where he was. "So, what's on the table for today, Doctor? Pink waterfalls, dream tigers, diamond planets?"

The Doctor scoffed. "There are no pink waterfalls or dream tigers in the known universe. And diamond planets, Clara, as I have experienced firsthand, are not quite as magnificent as you might think them to be." The man shook his head. "No. I don't think we're going on any adventures today."

The woman sighed. "Doctor, look, again, I might be pregnant but I'm not…"

"I know you're not," The Time Lord quickly interrupted. "But I just thought that maybe, it would be best to take a day off. Lounging around, relaxing…" He coughed. "And I wanted to run some scans, you know, to see if the little…" He nervously coughed some more. "Tyke… is doing fine."

Clara was honestly gob smacked. She hadn't expected the alien to really much acknowledge her pregnancy in any way besides the occasional "don't do this or that". Though she was a little apprehensive about just what the scans might show, the Impossible Girl was struck by the concern her time-travelling companion was showing. "Of course," she replied. "Of course, that's fine." Seeing the Doctor crack a bit of a wavering grin, she then added, "But I do expect to go on at least some adventures."

"I didn't expect anything less of you, Clara Oswald," the Time Lord stated, turning back to the controls of the TARDIS. Then, with authority. "I'll see you in the infirmary in a tad."

OOO

"So if you'll just…" The Doctor moved around some furniture in the med bay. "Sit down in one of these chairs and lift up your shirt-"He pointed to a comfy leather chair in a corner towards some huge piece of medical equipment. "I'll activate the sonic to communicate with the bio scanner and I'll receive the results of your scan on this device." The man held up an object what seemed to be like an iPhone.

Clara didn't know exactly if she was in the mood to lift up her blouse to show off her stomach to the Gallifreyan, but looking at the man's serious face she decided to just satisfy him and slowly pulled up her blue shirt, exposing her belly and the tiny bump of life below.

Maybe he didn't want her to see it, or maybe he didn't even recognize the motion himself, but the woman saw the Time Lord freeze as he glanced down at her. The man seemed to be taking in the situation, still running those mathematics problems in his head about how this could be probable, that his Clara Oswald could be pregnant with his child.

But the vulnerability that showed was quickly gone as the whir of the sonic and the activated scanner came to life.

After a few seconds the noise abruptly halted and Clara watched as the Doctor went to go read the results of the testing. She half expected him to immediately go into a long, boring rant about something scientific that she couldn't begin to wrap her head around, but no sound whatsoever came from the Gallifreyan.

"Doctor, is everything fine?" The woman finally prompted after more uncomfortable silence.

She observed as the Doctor met her eyes lazily and then focused, coming back to reality. "Oh yes, everything's… as good as it can be. Your body seems to be reacting to the fetus remarkably well, and the tots' development is on track… you're almost six months along in a fifteen month pregnancy, might I say…" But following this train of thought, the Time Lord became silent again, still scanning the results on the iPhone-esque equipment.

"And?" Clara prompted.

"And…" The alien caught on, gazing up at the Impossible Girl again. "Your doctor was wrong about the amount of hearts your babies have, Clara."

"What do you mean?" The woman sputtered, her control freak emerging in the newfound panic over her child's well-being. "Does it only have one heart? But… is that even possible? Healthy? Will they be alright? Wait… did you say babies?"

Clara Oswald looked at the Doctor and his face, stuck in an emotion somewhere between bewilderment and excitement at this new scientific experiment, was all she needed to confirm what information he was hiding from her. "Oh my stars," the human woman whispered.

"There's four hearts on this scanner," The Time Lord continued, confirming her guesswork. "And two bodies. Congratulations Clara." He gulped, and Clara knew that he was suddenly realizing the enormity of this situation. She was too. Finally, he finished his sentence. "You're having twins."

The woman sat there in a shocked silence, mulling over what her Doctor had just said. Clearly though, her absence of immediate thought on the subject startled the man and with an alarmed expression the Gallifreyan rambled a long list of questions to Clara, asking if she was okay and what he could do and-

"Doctor!" The Impossible Girl eventually uttered, both annoyed and happily tickled at his concern. "Doctor, I'm fine. In fact, I'm more than fine. This- this is wonderful. Great. Amazing." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean, isn't it?"

The Time Lord stared at her for a second before coming to his senses. "Yeah, of course. This is… surprising, yes, but awesome… and great… fantastic." He nervously looked into her eyes. "Molto bene."

"Molto bene," Clara echoed, glancing down at the floor before sitting up from the chair and standing again. "Well, thank you, Doctor. For… everything."

"Thank you. For exactly the same," the alien replied.

The two then gazed at each other some more, maybe trying to discern the others' feelings, maybe just confused about what to do next. But soon, the Doctor made a hand motion to the door behind him and broke the awkwardness. "Well, I have some repairs… to the Helmic Regulator to make, so…"

"Oh, yes. Right. Go on," Clara immediately shot back, attempting to soften the uncomfortable feeling that had penetrated the room. "And I have books to read and papers to grade…" She chuckled. "My life isn't all about you, you know."

The man shifted his weight on the balls of the feet, having stopped as he neared the doorway. "I never said it was," the Doctor frowned, scratching his neck.

"I know," the woman responded, feeling more uneasy than ever. The Oncoming Storm and the Impossible Girl, staring at each other, searching for each other's' soul…

Finally, Clara shook her head. "See you later Doctor." She tried to grin.

"Yeah, see you… later." The Gallifreyan responded, throwing one more glance at her and her slightly rounded stomach before heading off for the rest of the depths of the time machine.

The woman sighed, and was about to follow after him when she caught sight of the iPhone-like device that the alien had used to scan her. Slowly and cautiously, she picked it up and stared at the image on the screen. Of two bodies, just barely identifiable as human-esque figures, each of the forms' two hearts beating in a wonderful rhythm.

And smiling, but with tears filling her eyes, Clara Oswald thought about her life ahead.


Ouch. Twelve and Clara's relationship is just kind of squeamish right now, isn't it? But things will get better soon. Or will they?

Anyways, hey guys, so good to see you again! I hope you enjoyed this installment, and please be sure to tell me what you think with reviews, favorites, follows, and the like. Again, I'm so very happy to see people liking this story. Keep doing what you're doing.

I just wanted to announce that I will be taking a break from this story- not a long one, don't worry, but I really want to focus on getting All in the Mind finished (I'm so very close), and so I'm going to be working on that for the time being. Then I'll be on to this piece, and hopefully after all that I'll be inspired to finish some chapters of the JUATW.

So with that note, hope you're doing well lovelies. Have a good day, week, month, year, and beyond!