Chapter 2

Clara had travelled through time to try and find the Doctor after she revived, still as Jenny, and left Messaline, but at one point her time machine had a fatal malfunction and blew up. She was too badly hurt to stay as the Jenny that the Doctor remembered and thought dead, so she regenerated and ended up in the Dalek asylum. They'd gotten to her, thankfully without realizing who she was, and converted her. It had taken time to regain her memories of her first life, even as her mind rejected the conversion and created a handy little hallucination for her. She wasn't Jenny anymore, and she hit on the name Clara. Clara Oswald. She liked the sound of it. Sometime at the end of the conversion, she again blocked the Daleks.

"Oswald wins again," she muttered. "Os wins. Os…wins. Oswin. I like that. Oswin. Rather be that than Clara. Oswin. Strong. Oswin, I win, we win, you blasted metal cones, you are dealing with OSWIN now and you will not beat her!"

She spent many years in this state, and somehow managed to contact the Doctor. However, in the end, the Doctor only saw her as a Dalek with soufflé girl trapped inside. She managed to do what she could for him, erasing the collective Dalek memory of him. And she left him one small piece of advice.

"Run, you clever boy, and remember." She smiled to herself in calm acceptance, knowing what the Doctor planned. As the Doctor blew up the Dalek asylum, she managed to use the emergency one time travel button she'd built into her prison, and ended up in 1891. There, she lived two lives: one as a lower class barmaid, and the other as a middle class governess. But now she was stuck in 1892 and was attempting to make the Doctor figure out who she was. She knew, somehow, that the Time Lord laws said that no matter what you can't reveal to another Time Lord that you are one. However if they guess, you are allowed to tell them.

Gallifrey was gone, long gone now, but Clara wasn't sure if this cancelled out the previous laws, or if something still made sure they were followed. That uncertainty made her skirt close to the letter of the law. This meant that Clara had her work cut out for her if she was going to make the Doctor figure this out.

As Clara reached the top of the staircase, she noticed the Doctor's TARDIS, which sat on top of a cloud. She knew what to expect from the TARDIS, but she had to act like she had no idea what the innocuous looking phonebooth actually was. She knocked on the door and the Doctor came out. At that moment Clara spoke.

"Why are you in a box on top of the clouds?"

"You wouldn't understand," the Doctor replied.

"I would, now let me in," she said as she barged past the Doctor and entered into the TARDIS. Her jaw dropped, and after she looked around, she said, "But it's bigger on the inside."

As she said that, her eyes glimmered. She'd never realized she was this good a liar, but it was turning out that she was.

The Doctor just nodded his head, saying, "Yes, it's bigger on the inside and can travel through time. You may think I'm crazy, but I'm not joking. You can leave if you think I'm mental or if I am creeping you out." However, Clara just stood there and then after a minute continued to look around.

The Doctor just looked at her, wondering why she wasn't leaving, and more importantly, why this impossible ship wasn't overwhelming her. After a while the Doctor spoke.

"Fine, you can stay, but only if you're prepared to travel through time with me for one journey only."

Clara nodded at the Doctor's suggestion, as she knew this was her chance to show him who she was.

"So where are we going then, Doctor?" Clara asked, but the Doctor didn't answer, so she spoke again." Is it a surprise where we're going or do you just not talk much?"

The Doctor glanced at Clara and the looked away again. As they travelled though time, Clara began to look around. Firstly she came across the swimming pool. This must have been new, she thought, as she couldn't remember it being there when she travelled with him.

"Do you have any children, Doctor?" Clara asked, and to her surprise he actually replied.

"Yes, but I-I don't know…where…she is. I don't really want to talk about it. But, um, I'm sure wherever she is she is doing great." He smiled briefly, and Clara saw a light in his eyes flare for a moment. "My Jenny was-is-strong and brave and smart." As he said this Clara's face lit up. She'd never in her whole life heard her father say such nice things about her. Maybe she could keep her true identity a secret for a bit longer. Only because she might find out what her dad actually thought about her, no other reason at all, she thought to herself. She grimaced briefly. She might be a good liar to her father, but she was no liar to herself.

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