Thanks for the reviews. In this chapter, Ten and Clara get to know each other a bit better...


"Hmm, well perhaps going to a place that you both hated perhaps wasn't the best idea" pondered Clara sheepishly. "I have to say, Miltonkeynesia is pretty grim."

"Well I did say it was incredibly dull" groaned Eleven.

"And I said it was one of the ugliest planets I've ever been to" added Ten.

"Ok, but the only alternative, if you two can't agree where to go, is to alternate who gets to choose the destination. Toss a coin to see who chooses first?"

"God, this place is dull. Nothing going on, no interesting people, no hideous alien races" continued Eleven pacing around in an agitated manner. "Normally when I go to a dull place, something interesting happens. There's a chilling scream, we discover some alien threat, my Companion is captured by a terrifying monster and I then have to think of something brilliant to save the day."

Clara's eyebrows rose at this last sentence. "All things considered, I'd probably prefer, for once, not to be terrorised by a monster. Or is that in my job spec?"

"Of course it isn't, but it does make things more interesting. Better that than dull normality and domesticity. I'm off to have one final look around. There must be a secret alien threat around here somewhere, waiting to rip our limbs off and tear our hearts out. I just haven't been looking hard enough."

Eleven wandered off.

"It's quite fun this, living for a short while in a future part of my timestream" pondered Ten. "All very timey-wimey."

"Aren't you worried about, um spoilers? Finding out information about your future, which you shouldn't know yet?"

"I'll wipe my mind when I travel back to my own timestream. Your Doctor remembers nothing about meeting another future Doctor when he was me, so the process worked. Probably best not to tell me how I die, and turn into him though, as that would put a bit of a dampener on the day!"

"Ok, I won't then. But it was truly horrible the way you went out, years of pain and agony. I'll let that be a surprise for you" Clara smirked.

"I'll look forward to it! So you're the impossible girl then?" asked Ten.

"Yes, well I used to be" Clara laughed. "I think I'm possible now, if that makes sense. How much do you know about me?"

"I know a bit, he gave me a quick rundown about you and what you did at Trenzalore."

"After jumping into his, well your timestream, I was scattered across it, thousands of Claras all trying to save the Doctor, from the early days on Gallifrey right up to the present. I know we've definitely saved you, even if you weren't aware of it, as most of the time you're completely oblivious to our presence."

"I'm very grateful. How have you coped with the aftermath? Can you remember what these other Claras did?"

"Yes, it's in my memory, the thousands of times I've lived and died. Sometimes it seems very vivid, and I wake up with terrible nightmares about one of the Claras dying, while other times these memories seem distant, as if they belong to another person. I haven't really spoken to my Doctor about it much; I know he feels terrible guilt about what I did to save him, and I don't want him to suffer any more regret about it."

"Well you shouldn't be suffering alone. What you did was amazing, you need to let him know what's you've been going through. I'll have a quiet word with him."

"How are you finding travelling with another Doctor? It must be weird not being in your own TARDIS, and not being with your regular Companion Rose."

"Oh yes, not being in complete control of the TARDIS is a bit odd. I know we argue a bit, me and your Doctor, but when you're the last remaining Time Lord you get used to being unique. As for Rose, yes I miss her, she's been very special for me but," giving a wink "you're a pretty good substitute!"

"Thanks, I think!"

"I do worry about losing her, I've lost so many friends and Companions down the years. Oh yes, that's the worst thing about being a Time Lord, outliving the people you know and love. The pain never entirely leaves you. I'm sure your Doctor worries about losing you."

"I guess that's why there's that slight barrier between us. We have grown incredibly close in our short time together, but I always feel that there is a line which he never will cross. It's probably his way of protecting himself. Not that there's anything between us of course."

"If you say so" replied Ten with a smile on his face. "Each version of us is a bit different, in how we behave and how we relate to others. That what's makes regeneration so exciting and nerve wracking, as you never know what you're going to come back as. Not that I want to regenerate for ages yet, why would I, look at me!"

Ten and Clara laughed together.

"And what do you think of your next incarnation, your eleventh self?"

Ten adopted a sombre face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Clara's face dropped. "Only kidding!" exclaimed Ten with the smile back on his face. "He's not bad, not sure about the bow tie but I like the coat. Dodgy TARDIS though, my one is much better. If you ever pop by I'll give you a ride, and prove it to you!"

"I knew I should never have asked that question!" laughed Clara, punching Ten in the arm. "Oh hello Doctor, back again?"

"Hello Clara" replied Eleven with a pensive face. "There's nothing of interest on this planet. I see you two have been getting to know each other. That's nice."

"Just a little chin-wag to fill the time while you were away" replied Ten. "You've got an excellent Companion there, she definitely gets my approval."

"Thanks" replied a smiling Clara.

"I think it's time to go" continued Eleven.

"Back to the TARDIS then Clara" exclaimed a bouncy Ten. "Allons-y!"

"I can't believe I used to say that" muttered Eleven to himself, as he walked behind the other two. "What sort of a phrase is 'allons-y', it's ridiculous, so uncool."

"Come on grumpy!" Clara turned to Eleven. "I'm sure our next destination will be much more exciting."

Back in the TARDIS Clara addressed the two Doctors.

"Right, time to choose where we're going to go. I'll toss the coin, chinboy you can call."

"Do you have to call me that in front of him?" Eleven moaned.

"Well it was getting too confusing calling you Doctor, as there are two of you."

"You could always call us Doctor and dead Doctor?" suggested Eleven with a smirk on his face.

Clara glared at him.

"Chinboy, heads or tails?"

"Heads"

Clara tosses the coin.

"Tails. You lose."

Eleven huffed and put his grumpy face back on.

"So where are we going junior?"