"So you're a Doctor?" Clara said handing him a mug and sitting down on the sofa beside Harry and Maia. John sat opposite them both in the arm chair clutching his tea and sipping it, smiling strangely at the pair of them.

"No, not at all. Well...yes I am but not in the medical sense." He said placing his cup on the side.

"What other type Doctor is there?" Clara frowned offering him a weird look.

"Clara, stop bothering the poor guy, he's just lost his mate. I brought him up here for company not an interrogation." Harry said standing up. "I'm going to put Maia down, she's being fussy." Harry walked out of the room

"Are you sure you're Clara Oswald?" John said on the edge of his seat now, he leant forwards to Clara.

"Yes." Clara frowned placing her mug down. "How do you know my last name?" She sat forward now on the edge of the sofa too.

"Harry...told me." He said. Clara hummed suspiciously, sitting back.

"So, John...what was she like? The friend you've lost." Clara smiled trying to make polite conversation as Harry walked back into the room.

"Please, call me The Doctor. John sounds silly." The Doctor said waving his back.

"And 'The Doctor' doesn't?" Clara laughed but couldn't finish her sentence due to Harry nudging her side as he sat down next to her once again. "Sorry I mean, Doctor... What was she like?" Clara bit her lip to stop herself laughing.

"I'd really rather not talk about it." The Doctor said smiling and stroking back his hair once again. "D'ya mind if I stay for dinner?" He asked suddenly.

"Well we have gues--" but once again Clara wasn't allowed to finish her sentence.

"Clara can I talk to you outside in the hall a second?" Harry said loudly so the Doctor could hear as well. They both quickly stood up and filed out into the hallway. "What are you doing? Of course he can stay for dinner." Harry demanded.

"We don't know this guy. He could be a murderer, we have Maia to worry about remember! Oh and your parents? They'll love an extra guest at dinner tonight." Clara said sarcastically crossing her arms.

"I'll cancel." Harry spoke quickly.

"What?"

"I'll cancel." Harry repeated. "Look this guy is clearly upset and he seems pretty trustworthy to me. Now we have the food let's just get on with it please?"

"If it means your parents aren't coming, then sure. He can stay." Clara laughed excitedly. "But I still have a bad feeling about him." She scowled walking back into the living room with Harry. "You can stay!" Clara smiled sitting back down.

"Thank you, but you don't have to. I'm more than happy to just leave, if I'm intruding." The Doctor said starting to sit up in his chair properly.

"No." Clara leapt up glancing across at Harry slowly and smiling with wide eyes. "You should stay. I've been cooking and we can't eat it between us, so stay. Please." Clara begged.

"Well if it's no trouble then I will stay." He settled back into his seat and smiled glancing over to the TV to watch it. Clara smiled, not that she was happy this guy was staying but that she didn't have to suffer Harry's horrible parents again. They aren't the worst, they just disapprove of Maia and Clara was very defence when it came to her daughter.

"So, Clara what do you do?" The Doctor asked her snapping her out of her daze. Harry had left the room to call his parents and cancel. Clara looked mysteriously from the TV to the strange man.

"I teach."

"English?" He asked suddenly. Clara's eyes changed from a frown to suddenly very shocked and scared of this guy.

"Yes. How did you know that? You knew my last name and now you know what subject I teach." Clara bit her lip gently shuffling in her chair to face him. "What are you? A stalker or something?"

"English was a... lucky guess, and I told you, Harry told me your last name. You're a bit up tight aren't you?" The Doctor smiled at Clara as she gave him a disgusted look and looked back over at the TV. Clara wasn't sure what to say now, it was a little awkward. Then suddenly a cry from the other room filled the air. Clara smiled going to stand up and get Maia.

"How old is she?" The Doctor asked before Clara could leave the room. He had the look again, the look as if he already knew the answer to the question that was asked and he was just asking Clara to annoy her.

"Just turned 10 months." Clara said suspiciously walking out the room to comfort Maia.

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Clara returned 5 minutes later gripping the baby monitor in her hand and sighing. "She doesn't actually want to come out apparently just fussing for nothing." She re-joined The Doctor and now Harry had returned so she sat down beside him letting him put his arm around her.

Clara could feel The Doctors eyes on her the whole time they watched the TV before dinner. She was laying down now in Harry's arms and with his hand entwined with hers. She felt surprisingly romantic for once since Maia was born, but someone was ruining it. He was just staring at her, not obviously but, when he thought she wasn't looking his eyes were on her. It made her feel awfully uncomfortable.