a/n: Thank you for the wonderful response this story is getting! I hope you are all enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it!

*Clara*

When they landed in Chiswick, only The Doctor was surprised. How the TARDIS intended this destination to help The Doctor, Clara didn't know, but she was certain it would. So when The Doctor was about to head straight back off again, Clara stopped him and asked to at least have a look outside.

"Maybe we're here for a reason? You know, how the TARDIS is always taking us to where trouble is?"

"There's trouble here alright, but we aren't going to get involved in it."

Clara puzzled as to what The Doctor meant by that, then decided that the easiest way to convince him to stay was to just walk out, so she did.

It was a nice day out, and they were on the edge of a street. Looking out at the house nearest to them Clara was surprised to find a woman with red hair waiting outside the door, a tearful smile on her face. An old friend of The Doctor's? She turned around to him just as he was getting out of the TARDIS and registered his look of horror and fear. The TARDIS had an interesting idea of 'helping him' if this was where they ended up. Clara looked between The Doctor and the woman and wondered why he was reacting so strongly.

"Hello Spaceman."

The woman said, and confusion was added to The Doctors expression.

"Oh relax! My head isn't about to explode so you can take that fish-face off and come and introduce me to your new companion!"

The Doctor closed his mouth, which had been hanging open and stumbled over questioning words.

"But… How…? What…? Why aren't…? Donna?"

She laughed at him and beckoned to both of them to come inside.

"Come on in you two! I'll have Shaun put the kettle on and we can all sit down and have a little chat."

The Doctor's face and changed to one of joy and wonder, and his grin was infectious. They looked at each other and laughed before heading up the steps to follow the woman. After greetings and introductions were made they all sat down around the table with tea, The Doctor drinking his more because Donna was making him than anything else. Whoever she was, The Doctor was used to listening to her, and Clara was curious as to what the story was between these two. He tried to say something but Donna deliberately cut him off, asking how Clara had met The Doctor. Whatever he wanted to say was swept past and he seemed to accept it for now, happy to be around his friend again. They swapped stories of adventures, both intergalactic and domestic, the latter boring The Doctor somewhat. Clara, however thought it was nice to include Shaun though, seeing as he hadn't been a companion of The Doctor's. At one stage Donna rambled on a bit like The Doctor, going on to explain the finicky details of something extremely scientific and complicated to do with an adventure of hers and Clara was swept past trying to keep up. It didn't take long to give up and she attempted to make eye-contact with Donna's husband Shaun instead. Seeing his expression to be similar to her feelings she mouthed across the table,

"Is she usually like this?"

He rolled his eyes in reply, clearly getting her, and replied with,

"Enough of the time."

Unfortunately for both of them, Donna noticed and gave them both a look that would send Daleks scampering home in terror. Then she laughed at their reactions and they all ended up joining in. Donna was a fantastic woman, and Clara was so glad they had come here. Donna found out that The Doctor had regenerated to save her grand-dad, because he didn't realise she was cured and Donna vowed to fix it right away. They phoned Wilf and all had a laugh and smiles. Clara explained her Impossible girl story and Donna started explaining about a metacrisis and a timelord consciousness that had affected her, glancing every now and then at The Doctor, who was starting to fidget with his bow tie. It was obviously a sensitive subject, but it fascinated Clara.

"How did you cure yourself?"

She asked, understanding now what had upset The Doctor when they first arrived. She also guessed that this was what he meant to ask when they first arrived.

"Some friends of mine took the time to develop a strategy to extract the dormant time-lord consciousness while I was in an induced coma. It wasn't pleasant…"

She said trailing off, grimacing as she obviously remembered and Clara saw Shaun's expression darkening too.

"But it was worth it, so worth it. And I can even remember some of your memories, well, I still have the memories of your memories."

She explained, motioning to The Doctor as she spoke.

"What about the metacrisis? What happened to him?"

Clara asked. Donna looked across to The Doctor and Clara, following her gaze saw that his expression was dark and clouded.

"He died."

Donna waited, and when no one reacted followed up with,

"So you do know… And you still haven't gone to see her…"

The Doctor looked down at the table and laughed softly to himself.

"She must hate me, I'm the last person in the universe she would want to see so why would I make it worse for her?"

His words were quiet but intense. In the silence that followed Shaun excused himself to go and make more tea and, wishing she had an excuse to leave the two alone, Clara tried to shrink and become as small as she could.

"You idiot… hate you? She loves you, still does, so get that into your stupid brain and go after her."

"Um,"

Interrupted Clara, as curiosity got the better of her,

"Who are you talking about?"

Donna broke away from The Doctor's glare and answered her.

"Her name is Rose."

Agitated, The Doctor got up and paced. Donna leaned back in her chair whilst Clara just sat there, trying to work out what was going on. The Doctor started ranting again, the fierceness in his voice more evident now.

"I left her Donna, I left her, and now he's dead and it's a mess and it's my fault… Why in the world would she still care about me?."

Clara remembered asking the TARDIS to give The Doctor a push, thought about everything she had heard so far and suddenly she realised she knew who Rose was. Rose was the woman who had said her name didn't matter, who had saved them. Tentatively she asked,

"Rose wouldn't happen to be a blonde with a London accent would she?"

The Doctor shot her a "Shut Up" look but she ignored him. Donna looked at her curiously, then back to The Doctor and then back to Clara again, as if deciding she was more likely to get answers out of her.

"How do you know her?"

"She saved our lives,"

Clara went on to briefly explain what happened at the Temple of Merta, The Doctor pacing the whole time, but when she mentioned how Rose had claimed 'her name didn't matter' he broke in.

"You see? There, she doesn't want anything to do with me!"

Donna stood up and glared at him.

"She's scared! She hasn't seen you and doesn't even know you've regenerated! Are you that thick that you seriously believe she doesn't want anything to do with you?"

The Doctor said nothing, just stormed out of the room and slammed the front door shut, despite Donna's threats and demands to come back. Clara stayed behind though, paralyzed somewhat by the heated exchange.

"Who is she? This Rose, who is she?"

Clara asked when Donna had finished yelling after The Doctor and had sat back down. Donna sighed and looked across at Clara.

"An old friend of mine, and someone very dear to The Doctor."

"And were they, you know, together?"

Donna laughed softly.

"They could never admit it to each other… But even a blind fool could tell he only ever had eyes for her."

When she said nothing else and the silence between them grew Clara got up, meaning to follow The Doctor out, but Donna stopped her, asking,

"Do you have a mobile on you?"

"Yes… why?"

"Pass me it please?"

Tentatively, and not sure exactly why she was doing it, Clara pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Donna.

"What are you doing?"

Clara asked when Donna started fiddling with it.

"I am putting my contact number in here, because you see - I have a plan."

At her last words Donna's eyes lifted to Clara's and she grinned mischievously. Unable to help herself, Clara joined along, deciding that whatever Donna was up to, she was in.

"Tell me."

She said, sitting back down again and leaning forward, eyes wide in anticipation. Donna leaned forward too and spoke softly, barely more than a whisper,

"We are going to push The Doctor and Rose together!"

With a jolt Clara realised that this was why the TARDIS had brought them here.

"How?"

"The next time you land on Earth for an adventure with The Doctor, text me. As much information on where and when you are as you can. Well, the planet doesn't matter that much but Earth will make it easier for you to identify where you are. Country, city, year, month if you can get it, but don't worry too much if you can't. I'll contact Rose and upload the information into her TARDIS, she's pretty good at picking up trouble, so we should end up investigating the same case. The Doctor and Rose are bound to run into each other!"

Clara smiled and hurriedly agreed, it seemed like a brilliant plan, and if they did it properly then neither The Doctor nor Rose need know that it had all been plotted out. Then she realised that it had one major flaw.

"Donna, how on Earth am I meant to text you if I am in a different time zone?"

Donna looked up at her in surprise.

"What? You mean he hasn't upgraded your phone yet?"

"What do you mean, upgraded?"

Donna sighed and shook her head.

"Hopeless, that man is! Okay, here take mine for now, it can call to any time zone you want."

They traded mobiles, swapping numbers as Shaun came back to find only Clara still around. They said their goodbyes and Clara quickly went to follow The Doctor, hoping that he hadn't actually left yet. That would be very inconvenient for her. He hadn't though, because the TARDIS was still parked outside Donna's house and Clara hurried gratefully in. Resting a hand against one of the walls of the ship she smiled. Not bad old girl, not bad at all… She felt the wall vibrate under her touch, nothing major like last time so as not to attract The Doctor's attention, but enough to make Clara feel special. She found it hard to believe that after everything that had happened the TARDIS still didn't like her. The Doctor, who had been typing something into the scanner, looked over to her and frowned.

"What took you so long?"

"Had to pop to the loo before I left."

The Doctor eyed her suspiciously, but didn't question her again.

"Right, home, for certain this time, no more side-tracks. Are we clear?"

He was looking at her but he wasn't just asking her, he was asking the TARDIS as well. Clara smirked, answering him with a cheeky,

"Clear as crystal!"

And they were off again through the vortex and this time yes, he did manage to get Clara home to her own time.

Btw: What do you think of my writing style? Cause I've noticed I have this habit of suddenly interchanging into the thoughts of the characters as I write without indicating – It's like acting when you really get into character. Anyway, I want to know your opinion so please review and I'll try and write the next chapter as soon as I can! (and also finish three assignments by Monday which is when I go back to school… Lucky me!)