(A/N) Thanks for reading this far ahead, and a very big THANK YOU to all the favourites/follows and reviews. Remember, each review causes a new episode of Sherlock to come out*! Please keep it all up, and on with the story! Still don't own Ozzie or Big Chin :P (A/N)

*not really ;)

Clara was sat on her bed in the TARDIS, the book open in front of her. Honestly, she still couldn't see what the Doctor did – aside from the literal circumstances, of course. It was a long, arduous novella of a rare specimen of plant from South America, and whilst she understood the story behind it, she couldn't grasp why he liked it.

Ever since the body swap, the Doctor and she had taken to sleeping in the opposite rooms at night. However, she'd still rather relax in her own room whenever she could – as the main console room was too spinny, the library too dusty and the kitchen too…kitcheny. She had spent many an hour decorating her room into the exact way she wanted it – a photo of her, Artie and Angie above the bedstead, her red bag draped over the door handle, everything. That's how she liked it.

"Clara!" she heard her voice call from down the TARDIS corridor. "Clara, where are you!" it shouted again, this time a little louder.

"In my room!" she called back, climbing off of the bed and approaching the door. The moment she reached it, the Doctor poked his head around the corridor, about a foot away from Clara's.

"Pregnant!" he practically screamed, his eyes wide with shock.

"What?!"

"Pregnant!" he repeated, the exact same as before.

"Doctor, what are you on about, who's pregnant?" Clara asked, sitting back down on her bed.

"You are!" he replied, before hastily adding "Or, I am! We are!"

"What are you talking about?" Clara asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Your friend, the…talky, one?" the Doctor said, trying (in vain) to tower over Clara. "She pointed at…this stomach, and talked about a baby!"

Clara breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you idiot…" she said, rolling her eyes. "She always does that!"

"Why?!"

"It's a joke! She thinks I look pregnant…"

"Oh, thank God!"

"You actually thought I was pregnant? And that I wouldn't tell you?" Clara asked, her voice softening somewhat.

"Well…yeah," the Doctor replied. "I mean, I'm not the sort of person who'd be any good with this sort of thing…"

"Don't you have a granddaughter?"

"Shut up…"

(A/N) Right, nice, shorter little chapter here :) please review if you like, review if you don't and, if you're a Jonathan Creek fan, please consider checking out my story, the Bloodied Dagger. Thanks for reading, stay posted for more! (A/N)