Clara pressed the answer button on her phone and brought it to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, leaning against the console.
"Clara!" Angie said over the phone. "Oh, thank god. You need to come home right now!"
Clara frowned and immediately tensed, standing up straight. "Why? What's the problem?"
"Okay, so um, Dad's kind of on a business trip, and well, I might have thrown just a small party. Anyway, well, the thing is… I can't find Artie." Angie replied.
Clara sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine. Um, what day and time is it?"
"Hold on a second," Angie said. Clara could hear a slightly muffled Angie calling, "Oi! That's a sink! Not a toilet!" Clara grimaced. "It's March sixth, about ten-thirty." She finally said.
Clara blinked for a moment, her brow knitting. "Really? March sixth?" Angie didn't reply. Clara nodded after a moment and swallowed. "Oh, well, okay. We'll be right there." She hung up and turned to the Doctor.
"What is it?" He asked.
She breathed out before saying, "Um, nothing. Just Angie being a normal teenager. Could you take us to the Maitland's, March sixth, ten-thirty at night?"
The Doctor nodded and set the TARDIS for their destination. They gripped on to the console as the machine did its usual moving about. Clara sighed as they finally landed, and walked up to the doors, the Doctor next to her. They exited the TARDIS to see Angie standing outside of the house, phone in hand, looking around nervously. Once she saw them she ran up. "Oh, thank god. Could you please help me find Artie? And also, could you please not tell my dad about this?" She begged.
The Doctor sniffed and said, "Angie, have you been drinking alcohol?" She immediately shook her head and closed her mouth.
"Angie! You're underage!" Clara bellowed.
Angie rolled her eyes and said, "It was one beer! Don't get your knickers in a twist! Now, we have more important matters at hand. We need to find Artie!" She turned to the house that had pop music spilling out of the windows.
Clara sighed and asked, "Where did you see him last?"
"Um, with my friend Cheri." She said, turning back to Clara. "Cheri was talking to him about like, books or something. I don't know!"
"Wait, where is your new nanny?!" The Doctor asked, his brow furrowing.
"Oh, I think Nina's out getting pizza." Angie said with a gulp. "Oh yeah, I know you and Nina aren't really in good terms, Clara, but she's kind of our new nanny."
Clara shook her head and started heading for the house. "This is such a mess… teenagers everywhere… underage drinking!" She muttered to herself as she stepped into the house, pushing past the groups of kids dancing. She sighed after getting pushed back to the door by all of the moving. She turned to the Doctor and said, "Do you have any way of getting all of these kids out of here?!" She yelled over the music.
He swallowed and looked around. "Um, if you could all please leave in an orderly fashion!" He yelled. No one listened. "You all need to leave!" Still no one paid any attention to him. He frowned and pushed to the crowd, finding the source of the music. He turned it off and yelled, "Okay! Now you need to leave!" He was again ignored as someone turned the music back on. He frowned and climbed onto the nearest table, standing up. "I… AM… TAAAALKII—WOOOAAH!" He yelled as he was pulled off of the table. "Put me down!" He yelled as the crowd lifted him up. "I demand you to put me down!"
Angie giggled and Clara glared at her. She stopped and looked away. Clara sighed and pushed through the crowd, eventually making it up the stairs. She was glad that not many people were on the upper level, and she started searching the rooms for Artie. She found him in the bathroom, trying to fix his hair. "Artie! Angie's been looking for you!" She said as she opened the door.
He didn't look away from the bathroom mirror as he said, "What if she doesn't like my hair? It's all curly! Do girls like curly hair? What if it's too dark? Oh my god, I haven't even thought about my clothes! What if she doesn't like my clothes?!" He frantically started adjusting his shirt.
"What are you talking about?"
"Cheri!" He said, turning to Clara. "I think she likes me, but I'm not sure. Oh god, my hair looks ridiculous, doesn't it?" He turned back to the mirror.
Clara smirked and walked up to him. "How old are you now, Artie?"
"Fifteen." He replied, adjusting his shirt collar.
"And this is the first girl who's ever liked you?" She asked disbelievingly, fixing his hair.
"Well, it's the first girl that's ever liked me that I've liked back." He said, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Also, I'm more used to liking girls that don't like me back."
Clara chuckled and adjusted his shirt collar. "Well, I think she'll love you. You look very handsome."
He turned to her. "Do I really?" He asked.
She nodded and said, "Yep, and you've got a deep manly voice now! Blimey, how long has it been since I've last visited you?"
He shrugged and said, "Not really that long. The deep voice is relatively new." She smiled at him. He smiled back and stepped out of the bathroom. "Wish me luck!" He said.
"Good luck." She said, and he started walking back to the stairs. When she was sure that he couldn't hear her anymore she let her eyes water. "His first ever girlfriend." She said, swallowing hard. "And I nearly missed it." She turned back to the bathroom, spotting the aftershave that now sat atop the counter, along with a bag for Angie's make-up. A water smile crossed her face as she picked up the aftershave. "I missed this," she set it down and picked up the bag of make-up. "And this." She set it down and wiped her eyes. "And I missed yesterday." She sniffed and shook her head. "How could I have missed yesterday?"
"Clara?" She heard Angie ask quietly.
She turned and saw Angie tentatively sticking her head into the bathroom. She wiped her eyes and said, "Um, I found Artie."
Angie nodded and asked, "You okay?"
She studied Angie's face before looking down and shaking her head just enough for Angie to notice. She didn't look up as Angie opened the door completely and stepped in, pulling Clara into a hug. She cried into Angie's shoulder for a moment before pulling away and shaking her head. "I'm ruining your top." She said.
Angie smirked before saying, "It's fine. I don't like this shirt anyway." Clara nodded, looking down again. "So, what's this about, then?"
"It's just, I'm missing out on so much." She answered, sniffling. "You're wearing make-up, Artie's shaving…" She looked up. "I missed you guys growing up. You're not little Angie and Artie anymore. The Artie and Angie that tried to get me and the Doctor together, the Artie and Angie that needed someone to watch over them twenty-four seven." She swallowed. "What has it been, two years?"
Angie nodded. "Just about." Clara wiped away the fresh tears that were spilling over. "Hey, it's okay. We don't blame you for it or anything. You and the Doctor have your own lives now. That's fine." Her own eyes were starting to water now. "And sure, we miss you, a lot actually. But we know that you had to move on. Didn't you guys get married or something?"
Clara chuckled and shook her head. "No, actually. We decided not to."
"Oh…" Angie said with a nod. "But, don't worry about us. We'll be okay."
Clara nodded and pulled Angie into a tight hug. "I love you guys, you know that right?" She asked.
Angie said, "Yeah. We love you too." When they pulled away Clara used a tissue to wipe her eyes.
"So, do you still want me and the Doctor to shut down the party?"
"Nah, I think its okay." Angie said with a smile.
Clara nodded and laughed. "Yeah. Just no more beer for you, okay?" Angie nodded. "Good. Now, I and the Doctor need to be going. I need to ask him to take me somewhere."
Angie scrunched up her nose and said, "Ew, too much information."
Clara laughed and said, "No, it's not that. It's about yesterday."
Angie thought for a moment before saying, "Oh right. Sorry."
Clara shook her head and started heading for the stairs. As she reached the living room she looked around for the Doctor. She found him trying to gently push away a woman that had her arms wrapped around his neck. She frowned and pulled the person away from him, her eyes going wide when she saw that it was someone she was quite familiar with. "Nina?!" She asked.
An obviously very drunk Nina said, "Oh, hey there beautiful. Might I say, you look very sexy tonight." She wrapped her arms around Clara's neck and said, "Yeah, a lot sexier than that guy in the coat. He was only little bit sexy, not lot like you." She giggled. "Hey, I feel like I've been 'ere before. Do I know you? Don't matter." She pressed her lips to Clara's, pulling away and laughing. "Yeah, I definitely know you. Are you that one person I dated a loooo-" She stopped to press another kiss to Clara's lips. "Oooooooong time ago?" She finished.
Clara shook her head and pushed Nina away. She grabbed the Doctor's hand and pulled him with her through the crowd and out of the house. Once they were outside the door the Doctor said, "Clara, I swear we didn't do anything!"
"I know you didn't do anything, Chin. Calm down. Come on, I need you to take me to yesterday."
The Doctor nodded and turned toward the TARDIS. He frowned and yelled, "Hey! Get away from her!" He ran up and shooed the small group of teenagers that were spray painting something onto the side of the TARDIS. As he pulled Clara into the TARDIS he didn't even notice what they had been spray painting onto it.
Bad Wolf
-x-
Clara knelt down in front of her mother's grave, her 101 Places To See book clutched to her chest. The Doctor stood behind her. Silent tears fell down her face as she said, "Hey, Mum. I know that I haven't been visiting a lot, but I've been really busy." She paused, as if she were waiting for her mum to reply. "I'm half Time Lady now. Isn't that cool? I'm half alien." She said with a shaky chuckle. She looked down, closing her eyes. "I really miss you, and I hope you're doing alright. I love you."
The Doctor knelt down beside her and placed a hand on her back, pulling her towards him. She cried into his shoulder for a long while after that. The Doctor kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back soothingly. He turned toward the grave and set his hand on the top of it. "Thank you." He whispered, before pulling Clara up and leading her back to the TARDIS.