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A/N: Happy New Year everyone here's the next chapter! I hope you all have a wonderful New Year :)

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A loud yawn escaped my lips as I stretched out my limbs. Settling back into the pillows I sighed in content. Wait, pillows? I opened my eyes and noticed that I was in my bed in the TARDIS. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and gazed around the room. I thought I was in a cab with the Doctor and Sherlock. My gaze settled on a small vase with a single red rose in it along with a handwritten note, a plate of biscuits and a glass of water resting on my bedside table.

Reaching over and I grabbed the note off the stand, it read:

Claire,

I hope you slept well last night. You fell asleep in the cab; I didn't want to wake you so I carried you back to your bed in the TARDIS. If you're hungry I left out some biscuits for you. If need be, the TARDIS can guide you to the kitchen. I'm with Sherlock investigating weeping angel stuff. I'll be back later. Feel free to check out the library, the pool, the arcade room, the trampoline room, etc. Just have the TARDIS lead you there; I don't want you to get lost.

The Doctor

PS: Please stay in the TARDIS!

I placed the letter back down on the table and climbed out of bed. I sniffed the rose inhaling its sweet scent before taking a biscuit and nibbling on it. I looked around my room sadly. Without the Doctor running about, it felt lonely. Deciding to get washed up I headed for the bathroom and took a nice hot shower. After showering and taking care of the usual routine of brushing teeth, brushing hair, spraying body spray, etc. I went to the closet to select my outfit for the day.

I chose a simple red and black-checkered button up shirt with a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. I concluded my outfit with a pair of black plat-formed converse, a black feather necklace, and a black serpent ring. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and headed for the console room of the TARDIS.

I ran my fingers along the side of the console earning a soft hum from the TARDIS. Smiling back at her I continued to admire all of the different buttons, controls, and levers. Every time I looked around this place I couldn't believe that I was actually aboard such an amazing ship with an equally amazing man. I shook the thought out of my head. Yes, the Doctor was amazing, but it seemed like whenever I was around him a warm fuzzy feeling would fill me along with a small spark of adrenaline. Claire, you just met him a few days ago. Don't start developing feelings for someone you just met. No, mushy feelings! It's probably just all of the dangerously fun places he's been taking you to lately. Not feelings of attraction.

My thoughts were interrupted suddenly by my cell phone ringing. Surprised I pulled the cellular device out of my pocket and read the caller ID: Home. My heart skipped a beat. Oh god. I knew this would happen eventually, I just wasn't expecting it so soon. How am I going to explain myself? Why haven't I thought this through yet? Knowing that I was going to have to talk to them eventually, I decided to just get it over with and wing it.

"Hello."

"Claire! Oh thank goodness you're okay!" My mom practically screamed on the other line causing me to wince. Thankfully she lowered her voice back to normal afterwards. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick. You decide to make contact after what? A year! We thought you were dead!"

"I know. I am very truly sorry. I kept loosing track of time." I half-lied.

"How could you lose track of a year?"

"School ended up not being enough for me so I dropped out and decided to travel the world." This was true. I had called my college our first day with the Ponds, informing them that I was going to drop out. It all became official a few days afterwards. And I was traveling… just a bit more than the world…

"Well, that's fine. It just would've been nice if you informed us."

"I know. I really am sorry about that and I promise that I'll come visit soon."

The phone to the TARDIS started ringing.

"What's that?"

"That's just the other phone. Hang on." I quickly put my mom on hold and answered the TARDIS phone. "Hello?"

"It's Sherlock. I need you to come down to the ballet studio we were at yesterday." He stated bluntly.

"But the Doctor told me that I have to stay in the TARDIS." I argued.

"Yes, he did, but he's changed his mind and we need you to come down here, now."

I didn't like the sound of this. "Why has something happened? Is the Doctor ok?"

"He's fine he just asked me to call you down here."

"Why didn't he call himself?" I continued to argue.

"Because he's busy. Now would you please hurry up? There's a cab waiting for you outside." With that he hung up.

I hung up the phone and peeked outside. There was indeed a cab waiting there for me. I held a hand up letting the cab know that I'll be right there before closing the door behind me. With a heavy sigh I picked up my cell phone.

"Hi mom, sorry, but I'm going to have to call you back."

"But I've only just gotten a hold of you after a year. Surely you must want to talk to your mother?"

I sighed heavily into the phone. "Yes, I do, but I need to go help a friend. It's important. I'll call you back later." I hung up the phone quickly knowing that I was going to hear the end of it later.

With that I stumbled out into the cold London air. I shivered slightly wishing I had brought a jacket with me. Quickly I made my way for the cab and before I knew it I was back at the ballet studio from last night.

The building was still crossed off with the yellow crime tape; the only thing that was different was that the body had been removed. A shiver ran up and down my spine causing me to tremble slightly. I shook it off and scanned the area for the Doctor and Sherlock. Neither of them were insight.

I didn't like being here alone. Night was beginning to fall and a light fog was hanging close to the ground. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that phone call. I scolded myself. Deciding to head back to the TARDIS I made my way back to the road only to stop short in my tracks.

A weeping angel stood only a few feet in front of me; if I blinked I was dead. I kept my eyes locked on its hair, feeling too creeped out to stare it directly in the face. Slowly, I started to back up without taking my eyes off the dangerous statue. My eyes were beginning to burn and it felt like an eternity until finally my back met with the door of the ballet studio behind me. I quickly fumbled around for the doorknob until finally my shaking fingers wrapped around the handle of the door. Relief swept over me and I quickly opened the door and backed into building without taking my eyes off the angel. Quickly I slammed the door shut and let out a sigh of relief as I let my burning eyes finally blink again.

My small moment of victory soon vanished when the doorknob started to shake violently. The angel was at the door. I was going to die. Faster than the blink of an eye the door swung open and the angel stood a few feet in front of me once again, this time a hand pointing directly at me. I held my breath trying to keep my burning eyes focused on the angel, but they betrayed me. I felt my body fill with dread at the realization that I was defeated. Tentatively I opened my eyes. The angel was still in front of me and I was still in the ballet studio. The angel should have had me by now. Confused I turned around and saw my reflection in the mirror along with the angel's.

I let out a small laugh as realization dawned on me. The angel didn't get me because it was seeing its own reflection leaving it imprisoned.

"Mirrors! Brilliant eh?" The Doctor exclaimed happily running into the room with Sherlock following close behind a cell phone in hand.

The Doctor ran up to me with arms outstretched for a hug, but once he was close enough to reach, I slapped him across the face. The Doctor stumbled back and rubbed his cheek in pain clearly stunned at what I had done.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again! You got it?" I shouted anger prickling at me.

The Doctor stared back at me hurt crossing his features. "I'm sorry. It was the only way we could defeat the weeping angels. I only did it to protect you."

"Sorry for interrupting, but if you'd rather not get demolished I highly recommend getting out of here." Sherlock interrupted as he walked swiftly towards the door.

With a sigh I headed towards the exit, the Doctor following close behind me. Outside a giant wrecking ball was waiting to demolish the site.

The three of us quickly stood a safe distance away and watched the ballet studio fall to pieces.

"The force of the wrecking ball and the wreckage should be enough to demolish the angel inside. Even a statue can be killed if you use the proper tools." Sherlock stated with a smirk.

I sneaked a peek at the Doctor, the pained expression was still on his face even though he was trying to hide it. I knew I couldn't stay mad at him forever there were too many good times we'd had together and I knew he was only trying to protect me.

Without any warning I wrapped my arms around the Doctor and buried my face in his chest. "I'm sorry I hit you." I whispered, a tear slowly making its way down my cheek.

"It's ok. I deserved it. I shouldn't have scared you like that. I should've at least warned you or told you about my plan. I'm sorry." He whispered into my hair as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Could you please do this in private. I'd rather not throw up my lunch." Sherlock muttered.

The Doctor laughed whole heartedly as he let go of me and clapped a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Good to see ya again mate. Let me know if you need any help again. Oh and before I forget." The Doctor paused before lowering his voice slightly. "Make sure you let John know that you're still alive. Put a stop to this silly game your playing. Enough is enough."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Doctor." Sherlock turned his attention to me and kissed my hand. "Nice to meet you Claire."

I blushed slightly. "Nice to meet you too."

Something flashed in the Doctor's eyes at his features turned grim. The Doctor quickly draped an arm around my shoulders and ushered me to a waiting taxi. Once we were settled, I turned to the Doctor. "Are you ok?" I asked. Not recognizing this new side of the Doctor.

The Doctor looked back at me. "What are you talking about? I'm fine. Just want to get back to the TARDIS that's all. I miss my girl." He said avoiding eye contact.

I stared back at him for a second before brushing it off. If I hadn't known any better it would've seemed like the Doctor was jealous for a moment. But then again the Doctor didn't seem like the jealous type. Besides there was no possible way he was jealous of Sherlock kissing my hand in farewell. Right?