"Hold on." Ash said across from me at the diner. "So you're saying that you went to Martha Jones to find our the Doctor's phone number."

I nodded and looked into my cup of tea. I'd just got done telling her anout Martha and Sherlock's idea. I'd also brushed over the fact the Sherlock was alive, and I was living with him at 221B.

"Clara!" she exclaimed, "I told you not to try and contact him!"

"I know you did," I said exasperatedly, "but I just had to. Ash... I miss him."

We were silent for a bit, politely sipping out tea. I could tell by the look on her face that she was thinking. "So..." Ash began, expectantly, "If Sherlock--who you say is still alive--knows about the Doctor, he should know about the TARDIS, too."

I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable. "Ash... are you sure? I mean, he doesn't have to know..."

"Clara," she said, a strict bit annoyed tone in her voice, "he does. You brought him into this! He's probably already asking questions,"

I sighed and stood, picking up my empty cup. Ash's eyes followed me. "Alright, fine." I reluctantly said. "I'll tell him... tonight."

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