Clara was pacing. Two weeks it had been since the Doctor suddenly popped back into her life, and then left it a complete mess. The locket was clenched in her hand, as it almost always had been since she found it. Either in her hand or around her neck, with Clara constantly playing with it. She kept picturing the girl, Ellie. Her mother's name. And... her daughter's? She couldn't believe it. She tried to remember what the girl looked like. Brown hair, brown eyes. She probably looked like Clara, but that wasn't exactly what she was thinking of when they'd met. Clara hadn't cried since that day, she just felt numb all over. If that girl was her daughter, she travelled with the Doctor as well. But why wasn't Clara with her? And why did she cry when she saw her, and why did she tell Clara that she missed her? There were so many questions floating around in Clara's head, and she knew that there was only one person who could answer them. She dialled the Doctor's number for the thousandth time as she was pacing the living room floor. Biting her thumb, with the locket still clenched in her fist, she walked back and forth with the phone to her ear. She had dialled that number over and over the last two weeks, and he never picked up. It did go to his voice mail once, but Clara knew that he didn't even really know he had one, let alone how to use it. After letting it ring for several minutes, Clara hung up. She threw her phone on the sofa, and kept pacing. She wasn't cross, or sad or anything. She was just numb. Her face void of any emotion, eyes dry as bone. Clara sat down and opened the locket. She had spent so much time staring at it, but it still got her every time she read the engraving and saw the picture. The picture of herself and a little girl, apparently her daughter. Clara let her finger brush over the picture, and she found herself smiling. A daughter. That means that life does go on. The Clara in the picture looks so happy, and so does Ellie.

That sound. Clara looked up and saw the blue box materializing right in front of her. Her heart made a leap. She quickly closed the locket and placed it around her neck. She stood up and walked up to the doors. She raised her hand, hesitated a little, and then knocked quietly three times. The doors opened, and Clara walked inside.

The Doctor stood by the control panel, hands behind his back, eyes looking directly at her. Clara approached him slowly, a million questions running through her mind, not knowing which one she should ask first. She reached the control panel, and with her left hand on the panel she started walking around it.

"It's good to see you, Clara." The Doctor didn't move.

"Yeah", Clara replied. "How long has it been this time, Doctor?" she said, with a hint of malice in her voice. "How long since you saw me last, and left me a complete mess?"

"That's not the question", the Doctor said. "The question is, where's the locket?"

Clara had reached the place where the Doctor stood. She looked up at him, trying to convey how she felt, even though she wasn't entirely sure herself. She reached around her neck, and unfastened the chain that the locket hung on. She reluctantly handed him the locket.

"Thank you, Clara", the Doctor said, placing the locket in the inside pocket of his coat. "You were never meant to see that. Ellie is... sometimes hard to control."

"Who is she, Doctor? Is she my daughter?" The Doctor looked down at Clara, and saw those big brown eyes were full of hurt.

"Don't do that with your eyes, seriously, they're like saucers", he said as he started scrambling around the control panel, pushing buttons and pulling levers.

"Do not change the subject, Doctor, not his time. This is far too important to me. Who is she?" Clara's voice was getting louder.

"Do you want to go somewhere spectacular? There's a planet where the flowers bloom all at once, and then they change colour! At the same time! And it's scheduled to happen", the Doctor peeked at his watch, "quite soon", he said as he pushed a button and Clara could hear the sound of the TARDIS dematerializing.

"WHO IS SHE? YOU WILL ANSWER MY QUESTION OR SO HELP ME I WILL... BE VERY CROSS!" Clara shouted as loud as she could, and it had quite an effect on the Doctor. He stopped fidgeting with the controls, looked down and sighed.

"Clara..." he said. "Ellie is... your daughter." Clara walked backward until she hit a chair and sat down, hands on knees, and looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry, you weren't supposed to find out. Those girls, they'll be the death of me. I mean, Dani, she's alright; she actually listens to me when I say something. But Ellie, oh, she has got far too much of you in her to be able to listen to what I say."

Clara's head snapped up. "The girls? What do you mean?" The Doctor's face changed all of a sudden, his eyebrows seemingly trying to meet up with his hairline, and his mouth fell open.

"Ah, well, yes, what I meant was, that, ah..." He was obviously trying to think of something clever.

Clara stood up, staring the Doctor down. "Dani and Ellie? Are they both mine?" She walked towards the Doctor. "Dani? As in my Danny? And Ellie was my mother's name."

"Daniela actually", the Doctor said. "You did name her after her father." With that the doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver, pointed it at Clara and then turned the screen towards her. Clara pulled her eyes away from the Doctor to look at the screen. It showed a miniature version of her turning slowly, and it said:

NAME: CLARA OSWALD

SPECIES: HUMAN

AGE: APPROX. 28

STATUS: PREGNANT/14 WEEKS

Clara stood there for a long time. The Doctor looked at her, not daring to speak until she did. Clara let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, then she started to hyperventilate.

"Okay, okay, let's get you seated", the Doctor said, gently leading Clara back to the chair she had just been sitting in.

"Doctor!" Clara was sobbing now. "Doctor, that can't be right! I'm not pregnant now! I would know!"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe you mind has been preoccupied with other thoughts lately."

"Oh my God, a baby. Two babies! What am I going to do, Doctor? And Danny... " Clara started full on wailing, head in her hands.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, they are both wonderful kids. As I said, the younger one doesn't really listen to me, but still." The Doctor said with a smile. Clara looked up at him.

"Why do they travel with you, Doctor? Why aren't I with them?" Once again Clara's eyes were so full of hurt and sadness, the Doctor had to look away.

"Ah, that, Clara, is not something that I can tell you. No, no point in arguing", the Doctor said quickly when Clara tried to object.

"What I can tell you is this. Dani and Ellie are perfectly healthy, brilliant girls. They are three years apart, but they are like two peas in a pod, really. You hardly ever see one without the other. They take care of each other."

Clara looked at the Doctor and seemed satisfied with what he had just said. "But, Doctor... This means that I find someone new, doesn't it? Because Danny can't be Ellie's father, can he?"

"Well, yes, I suppose it does mean that", the Doctor said. "But I really can't say anything more about it."

Clara nodded, wiped her eyes and stood up. "Doctor, will you take me home? I know you wanted to show me the flower thingies, but I really think I should get home." The Doctor smiled and pressed a few buttons on the control panel.

"Oh, there is no planet with colour changing flowers, I lied to try and get you to shut up. Although, that would be brilliant wouldn't it? Maybe I'll go and see if I can find one", he said just as they heard that familiar sound of the TARDIS landing.

"Thank you, Doctor", Clara said as she left the blue box. "I know that meddling with time is dangerous, and that you worry about interfering with the future. But I won't do anything to jeopardize the lives of those two girls. I promise."

"I know, Clara", the Doctor said. "Be safe, love your girls. I'll see you later." Clara looked back at the Doctor, and she thought she saw immense sadness in his eyes, though he tried to hide it with a smile. She smiled back at him, a genuine, happy smile, the kind she hadn't given anyone for a long time.

"I'll see you later, Doctor", she said, and then the doors slammed shut and the TARDIS dematerialized.

Clara looked down, and gently placed a palm over her stomach.