The Doctor carried a sleepy Clara to her room and gently laid her on the bed.
She gave him a drowsy smile as he covered her up then he knelt beside her bed and stroked her hand.
"Think you can sleep, now?"
Clara nodded. "Yes, Mr. Smith."
"Oi' now, we just snogged and I'm still Mr. Smith?" He replied with fake hurt.
"Can I call you John?" She asked.
The Doctor smiled. "I was hoping you would."
Clara grinned. "Okay, John."
He leaned towards her and their lips met in a soft kiss.
After the kiss she stared at him thoughtfully.
"What?" He asked.
"I just like being near you." She gently stroked his lower lip.
The Doctor smiled.
"You get some sleep." He said softly.
The Doctor kissed her palm.
She smiled sleepily at him.
"I love you, John." Clara whispered.
He smiled sadly. "I love you, too."
He kissed her forehead before leaving.
The Doctor stood outside her door and felt his hearts break.
Not since Rose Tyler had he ever loved someone so much; he was tempted to go back and tell her the truth but he couldn't.
The Doctor sighed and slowly went back to his room.
Not long after he left Martha woke up to a strange sound; she sat up and looked around.
The noise happened again so she quietly got out of bed, put on her robe and crept out the room.
Martha followed the noise to Timothy Latimer's room and listened at his door.
His small frighten whimpers sounded like he was having another dream.
She went in and saw Tim stirring and sweating.
She sat on the bed and gently shook his shoulder. "Timothy, Tim wake up." Martha whispered.
Tim woke up with a start but was relieved to see Martha.
"M-Miss Martha." He stuttered.
"Hi, another dream, huh?" She asked.
He nodded then sat up and rubbed his face.
"You want to talk about it?" Martha asked.
He shook his head. "No, you'll just laugh."
"Why would I laugh?" Martha replied.
Tim shrugged. "That's what everyone else does."
"Well, then their wrong besides I want to know."
"You do?" He asked.
"Yeah." She said.
Tim sighed and turned towards her. "I keep dreaming about Mr. Smith's pocket watch."
She looked at him strangely. "Really, why?"
Tim sighed. "Because when I'm near Mr. Smith I hear voices coming from his pocket."
"You do?"
He nodded. "Then when I go to bed the voices become visions and I dream about what I heard. I don't mean to but I do."
Her eyes widen. "Timothy, what do you hear from the watch?"
"I don't know, it doesn't make sense." Tim replied.
"Try." She begged.
"I hear a whirring groaning sound, a war, mechanical voices and a man called the Doctor and everyone he's been."
Martha swallowed. "Well, it's getting late, why don't you get some sleep?"
Tim looked at her strangely but went under the covers.
Martha dashed for the door. "And don't worry I know someone that can help you."
"Who?" He asked but she was gone.
Martha hurried to the Doctor's room and was surprised to see the light still on.
"Doctor?" She said walking in.
She saw him laying on his back in his bed, he turned his head and noticed she was worried.
"What's wrong?" He asked sitting up.
"I've just been to Timothy's room, he was having another dream."
The Doctor shrugged. "Okay, I'm sorry to hear that."
Martha walked closer. "He's having dreams about your fob watch."
"Okay, so?" The Doctor replied.
Martha groaned. "Doctor, he's dreaming about what the voices from your pocket, from your watch."
That caught his attention. "What's he hearing?"
"He's hearing you and your history." Martha said.
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck. "Sounds like he has ESP. I'll talk to him tomorrow."
Martha nodded then noticed the Doctor's clothes.
"Um, why are you still dressed?" Martha asked.
"I don't know." He blushed and shuffled his feet.
She folded her arms. "Doctor, I didn't see Clara in bed until just now, why?"
The Doctor didn't answer but the redness in his cheeks said everything.
Martha gawked. "Was Clara in here?"
He abruptly stood up. "I swear I was only helping her."
She smirked. "Seriously!?"
"We only kissed." He said.
"Mm hmm, then why is your shirt partially open?" Martha said.
He cleared his throat and started buttoning his shirt. "Okay, she got a little playful."
Martha just grinned.
"Don't give me that look."
"Who me?" She continued to smile.
"You have a filthy mind, Martha Jones." He playfully scowled.
"I didn't say a word so do you love her?" She asked.
The Doctor nodded. "Yeah I do."
"Does she love you?"
The Doctor sat down and hung his head.
Martha frowned and knelt in front of him. "What's wrong?"
"She's in love with John Smith, not me." He answered softly.