Double Trouble

Clara genuinely loves her life and being a teacher, yet every now and then, even Clara Oswald needs a break from being a good girl and she switches roles with her twin sister Bonnie.

One night, while she is out pretending to be someone she's not, she meets a strange inventor who calls himself the Doctor. However, what starts out as a fun night soon turns into a complicated mess because Clara is destined to meet the Doctor again.

Chapter 1

The Doctor loaded the bags into the boot and closed the lid with a loud bang when the moody face of his teenage daughter came back into view and she was pouting at him. Rosie had a talent for that but today, it wouldn't help her. The Doctor was determined.

"Stop that," he growled in her direction. "Your mother is looking forward to a weekend with you."

Besides, the Doctor needed a moment to himself to work on her birthday present and since Rosie loved to hang out in his workshop, it was better to have her out of the house completely.

"It's the last weekend before school starts," his daughter argued. "And I lived with mum for three years. I think we need a break from each other. Also, you're going to need help with that security lock you're building."

The Doctor chuckled. "Nice try," he replied. "But I'm not going to work on that today, so get in the car."

"What are you gonna work on?" Rosie enquired curiously, her arms crossed in front of her chest and her eyes inquisitive. She was smart and somehow, the Doctor thought she knew exactly what he was up to.

"Car," he growled. "Now. Your mother is going to kill me if we're late. You know how she hates to be kept waiting."

Rosie rolled her eyes. "Fiiiine," she drawled and then turned on the spot and stomped off to her side of the car.

The Doctor checked if the boot had closed properly and then followed his daughter's example and made his way towards the car door. When he started the engine and drove off in the direction of Missy's house, the Doctor couldn't help but think that he was very much looking forward to a quiet weekend. He loved his daughter and he loved spending time with her, but Rosie had only recently moved in with him over the summer holidays and he wasn't quite used to having a teenage daughter in the house full time. It wasn't that he minded having breakfast with her and having her help him with his inventions or the evenings spent at the PlayStation, but the Doctor quite welcomed some alone time right now.

They spoke very little on the way to Missy's house where Rosie had lived for the past three years after their divorce and even now, even though the Doctor was quite at home in his new house, it still felt strange coming back to the place that used to be his home until he and Missy had decided to go their separate ways. Located on the opposite end of London and still towering over the neighbourhood in an almost threatening way, his old home looked like a mansion that belonged to an evil witch and not a family and he had to admit that it sort of suited Missy. No, he really preferred his new house in Shoreditch and the Doctor believed that it would be a good change for Rosie. The area was lively and her new school just around a couple of corners. They'd be happy there, happier than here.

"Ambrosia!" Missy called from the door as soon as they had stepped out of the car and when the Doctor glanced at their daughter, he could see that she was rolling her eyes again. Maybe it was a thing teenagers did, but he felt like his daughter was rolling her eyes constantly.

"Mum, don't call me that!" Rosie complained and the Doctor felt like agreeing with her. Almost thirteen years later, he still hadn't forgiven Missy for going over his head and registering her name without his consent. He had had so many lovely names picked out, so many names that would have been a lot more suitable for his wonderful daughter and his then-wife had picked Ambrosia. The Doctor still shuddered when someone mentioned her full name even now.

"Yeah, bring out the custard," he muttered under his breath.

"It's been twelve years, can you cut out the custard references already?" Missy snapped at him while she went to embrace their daughter.

While they were still hugging, Rosie remarked: "Almost thirteen."

Missy smiled at their daughter when she let her go. "About that," she said, "I believe tomorrow would be an ideal day to go shopping for potential birthday presents."

Rosie's face lit up and the Doctor could tell that the prospect of spending the weekend with her mother suddenly didn't seem so bad anymore – and that eased his conscience a little.

"You're going to turn thirteen," her mother went on. "That is high time to stop treating your dad as your fashion idol."

The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle because he knew exactly what was about to follow.

"Actually," Rosie replied while she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, "I have my eye on a pair of sunglasses. The same ones Dad wears. I think they'd suit me."

Missy inhaled deeply and turned her head until she was staring straight at him. "Four weeks! She's been living with you for four weeks!"

The Doctor merely shrugged in response.

His ex-wife uttered a heavy sigh. "Alright, why don't you go inside, Ambrosia? I'm just gonna have a little chat with your father."

"Don't call me that!" Rosie protested, but after waving him goodbye and the Doctor waving back at her, she grabbed her bags and vanished inside the house while her mother climbed down the steps to be at eye level with him.

Missy stopped right in front of him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking a little stern and he had no idea what was going to happen next or why she wanted to talk to him. They had been married for ten years and before that, they had been friends, but after Rosie's birth, they had drifted apart further and further and now, it seemed as if they had run out of things to talk about except for their daughter. It wasn't as if they hated each other although, maybe they did harbour a little resentment for wasting each other's time for so long, but on the grand scheme of things, the Doctor felt nothing for Missy whatsoever and he assumed that the feeling was mutual.

"How are things with Ambrosia?" she wanted to know.

The Doctor inhaled deeply. "Things with Rosieare fine," he said, stressing the name she preferred. "I think she settled in quite well and it's not like it's a strange house. She's been there almost every weekend for the past three years."

"Yes, but does she eat other things besides fast food? Does she clean her room? Will you help her with her homework when school starts next week?" Missy enquired. "For the past few years, you've only ever had her as a weekend guest. You have to make sure she's taken care of and doesn't neglect her education."

The Doctor chuckled in reply. "I believe you were always the one driving to McDonald's because you couldn't be bothered to cook," he snorted. "Besides, I've always helped her with her homework and her room is, well, moderately clean. Certainly cleaner than my own. We'll be fine and you can check on her every weekend. Trust me, I know how to take care of my daughter."

Missy squinted her eyes at him as if she still wasn't quite convinced. "Alright," she said eventually. "But you have to promise me one thing. This new school is a fresh start for her and you know how they kept picking on her at the last one-"

"Which was because you told them her full name," the Doctor interrupted her. Was he still bitter about the fact that his daughter was called Ambrosia? Possibly.

"Just don't do anything to embarrass her," Missy insisted. "Like showing up in your pyjamas."

"These aren't pyjamas!"

Missy raised her eyebrows at him and the Doctor uttered a groan. They weren't even married anymore and she still criticised his clothes. "Alright, fine, I promise I won't embarrass her. Now, can I go?"

"Not yet," she replied and then cleared her throat. Missy hesitated to say what the matter was which meant that he probably wouldn't like it very much. "I've met someone."

"You've met someone?" the Doctor asked, repeating her words slowly and wondering why Missy would feel the need to tell him about a person she met.

"As in I'm datingsomeone," she said. "And I was wondering if you had someone as well cause I realized we never really talked about that since the divorce."

The Doctor inhaled sharply. He hated talking about his love life, not that there was actually anything to talk about. "I've been focusing on my work," he argued. "You know, I recently sold one of my patents to-"

"I didn't ask about your work," Missy cut him off. "I asked if you're shagging someone."

"I'm not-," he broke off and lowered his voice before he continued just in case Rosie was somehow still listening in, "shagging anyone."

"Well, I just wanted to say that that's off the table while Ambrosia is staying with you, so this weekend is the perfect chance to go out and get some."

"Missy, I'm really not-"

"The type? God, I know," she replied, rolling her eyes. So that was where Rosie had that from. "But seriously, you need a woman in your life even if it's just for a night. Put on some clothes that do not look like you just crawled out of bed, shave that horrible beard, put down your screwdriver and go to a bar and pick up a woman far too young for yourself and get laid before the effects of the tequila wear off."

The Doctor knitted his eyebrows at her. "Is that what you did while Rosie was staying with me every weekend?" he demanded to know.

His ex-wife shrugged. "Maybe I did that a couple of times," she replied. "And it was a lot of fun, so put down your tools and go out because from Sunday night on, you'll be in charge of a teenage girl and all of her woes for two weeks. Trust me, you'll pray for a night out."

"Was that all?" he asked.

In reply, Missy grinned at him. "Yes. Have a nice weekend. In the meantime, I'll try to undo the damage you did to our daughter. A space print hoodie? Really?"

"Goodbye, Missy," the Doctor hissed at her and turned around to head back to his car.

On his way back home, he wondered if it was actually in Rosie's best interest to spend every single weekend with her mother. It wasn't that Missy was a bad parent, she was just a very usual one even though she loved their daughter, but from her early childhood on, Rosie had always leaned towards him a little more. Well, the Doctor thought that only time would tell and maybe now that she was entering her teenage years, Rosie would be glad of her mother's company and advice.

As for his weekend plans, the Doctor was determined to finish his daughter's birthday present before she got back. Like any normal teenager, Rosie had asked for a dog, but the Doctor had something infinitely better and more practical in mind. As for the evenings, maybe he would indeed follow Missy's advice if he felt like it. He hadn't been out for a drink in a very long time, but he certainly wouldn't take a girl home. That idea was properly ridiculous.