Danny Pink who'd been born with the godawful name of Rupert frowned as he watched Clara damn near run into a wall despite the fact that she'd damn near drained the pot full of caffeinated tea in the teachers' breakroom earlier and should be jittery as hell. After their strange and disastrous first date in which both of them had said precisely the wrong thing and walked out on each other before he'd opened his apartment door to find Clara on his doorstep, their relationship had been anything but normal. The second date had gone much better than the first. The third date however had been canceled with the promise of a rain check.

Looking at Clara now, he could see that she was suffering from symptoms of extreme sleep deprivation and clearly running on nothing but caffeine. Something had happened in Clara's life, something beyond whatever mysterious thing it was that had her disappearing every weekend, and he intended to find out what it was and fix the problem before Clara made a stupid mistake and killed herself by stepping in front of a car or something.

"Are you alright?" he asked Clara after running up and opening the door to her classroom which she'd inattentively run into a second earlier.

"Yes, I'm fine." Clara replied, not looking the least bit fine. He'd learned to tell after...Whatever Clara's problem was, he hoped to god it wasn't drugs, and that the bloodshot look to her eyes was a result of sleep deprivation.

Resolving that he would get to the bottom of things after work today whether or not Clara wanted to, if only for the safety of her students, he stepped back as the woman practically staggered over to her desk.

Clara had barely managed to keep her eyes open despite the fact that she was supposed to be teaching the class. She hadn't gotten much sleep over the last several days. Babies were very demanding. Especially half-Time Lord babies who were the offspring of constant complainers with Caledonian accents.

She'd brought it upon herself however. The Doctor had been completely willing to take care of the child, alone if need be considering the fact that she wasn't willing to stay aboard the TARDIS for the next several decades, but when she'd heard the baby screaming as the Doctor ran far more medical tests on him than were necessary, she'd angrily demanded that he take her home and marched out of the TARDIS with the baby in her arms.

The Doctor had followed her yelling about the fact that it was HIS child until she'd slapped him. As far as she was concerned, conducting medical experiments on the baby lost him all fatherhood privileges until he proved he had a damn good reason for each and every one of the tests he'd conducted. When and only when she was satisfied that he hadn't been abusing the baby out of scientific curiosity or whatever would she allow him to visit. Until then, she was Michael's only parent as far as she was concerned.

Being a single mother when one hadn't had any time to prepare for it was proving exceedingly difficult and frustrating though. If it hadn't been for Kate, Osgood, and U.N.I.T. itself, odds were that things would've been a great deal more difficult. U.N.I.T. had been able to provide documentation for the baby, and to arrange for a caretaker for the baby for when she was at work. A caretaker she had the sneaking suspicion also doubled as a bodyguard, seeing as a thorough examination of the baby after each one of the caretaker's visits hadn't revealed any suspicious bruises or needle marks whatsoever.

Even with the help of said caretaker who departed when she arrived at home since she'd refused a live-in nanny or a move to a house provided by U.N.I.T. which she was certain would come with a large number of strings attached, she had gotten virtually no sleep over the last several days. A big part of the problem was that the baby would start loudly demanding food or a diaper change every couple of hours. Another part of the problem was that she was afraid that she'd wake up only to discover that the Doctor had snatched her child in the night and that she'd never see either of them again, considering the terms they'd parted on.

She'd been uncertain about the whole surprise baby that didn't come with several months advance warning thing, but with each passing day she grew more and more attached to the child that she could clearly see was hers. She loved children, and the thought of losing one that was her own flesh and blood was unbearable.

Eventually, the school day ended and she found herself face to face with Danny whom she'd eventually have to explain herself to. She'd been avoiding this, even though she had a cover story she could give him. A cover story which U.N.I.T. had already prepared, making her wonder exactly how many of the Doctor's other companions had come home with children in tow. The reason she was afraid to explain herself to Danny was because she knew that it would change everything in their fragile and budding relationship which was already looking like it would crash and burn before even fully taking off.

As she was gathering her belongings and getting ready to head out the door, Danny planted himself in the doorway looking as if he was preparing himself for a confrontation.

"Please get out of my way." she said, not wanting to face this right now when she was running on too little sleep and too much caffeine. They always said precisely the wrong thing to each other, and her current condition would only exacerbate that problem. Part of the reason she'd started dating him had been the awkwardness he had around her which she'd found charming. An awkwardness that she didn't need right now, especially since she had a similar knack for adding to the awkwardness of the situation.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." he said, firmly standing his ground.

"I don't have time for this, I have to go home and relieve the sitter." she said as she tried to move around him and found she couldn't.

"Sitter?" he asked, looking slightly puzzled.

"For the baby." she replied, realizing she wasn't getting out of this.

"Whose baby?" he asked.

"Mine." she replied, still looking for an escape.

He looked stunned by this revelation for a moment, and she took this opportunity to try and run off before the arguments and accusations started. Their first date had been filled with enough of those already, and she wasn't in the mood for a breakup on top of everything else at the moment, even though she knew it was happening.

"You didn't have a baby last week." he said, swiftly catching up with her due to the fact that her exhaustion had slowed her to a near crawl.

"He got sprung on me as a bit of a surprise." she replied.

Rather than asking how a baby could be sprung on someone as a surprise, the look on Danny's face turned sympathetic. From the looks of things, he'd been about to offer his condolences over the loss of someone close which she'd have to correct him over when a door to a supply cupboard opened and a familiar figure stepped out.

"I'm sorry, okay." the Doctor said the moment he'd gotten to a point that was just outside of striking range of her fists, looking about as apologetic as he was able to. "I know that some of the tests I ran weren't strictly necessary, but hybrids like little whoever usually take longer to create. As far as the test results are concerned, he's real, he's healthy, and he's genetically ours despite the fact that he shouldn't be all three."