I am a true Clarabelle and Scapegrace fan! I love those two! 3 I don't own the characters- Derek Landy does. It's a bit cheesy, but who cares. Tell me what you think please. Enjoy!

Thrasher saunters into the sanctuary's clinic aid like it was just a normal day activity. I'm being carried- or at least my head is being carried- in his strong hands. I look around carefully, half expecting cleavers to barge through the aid's doors at any second to take down the Killer Supreme/ Zombie Kind and his faithful (yet incredibly stupid) minion. Instead, a pretty, young woman with electric blue hair walks through the glass doors.

I met this woman once- which is a story far to long and complicated for me to explain. Let's just say it has to do with us almost naming our ice-cream truck (which had a penguin on top of it) Fred.

The woman's name was Clarabelle and she was quite possibly the biggest airhead on the planet. But just because she's an airhead doesn't mean she's not smart. When we were driving around for twenty-four hours (part of the long story) she would spat out random facts of science, human and animal biology, and medicine. Through everything she said that day, I pretended not to care and get annoyed when in reality, I was quite curious. I also pretended that I didn't fall head over heels for her.

"Clarabelle!" Thrasher called to her. I see her look up from the papers she was looking at and smile when she sees us.

"Gerald!" she squeaks excitedly.

"Thrasher," I automatically correct her. She looks at me and cocks her head to the side. I realize she must be wondering about my missing body. "It's a long story so don't ask," I tell her.

"Did a guinea pig eat your body, Vaurien?" I look at her flabbergasted. I could hear Thrasher trying not to laugh at this comment. It's times like this where I wish I still had arms to hit him with.

"Clarabelle, guinea pigs are vegetarians," I explain.

"But maybe, they know they can't survive just on plants, barriers, and nuts. Maybe they're adapting and are going to start eating everyone's bodies!" I take back what I said about her being smart.

"Clarabelle, a guinea pig didn't eat my body. A cleaver cut my head off."

"Well, that wasn't very nice of him." She pauses and looks at something on the wall that only she can see. "Do you want me to find you a new body, Vaurien?"

"Th-that would be g-grate," I stammer, caught off guard by the sudden offer. She looks at me, a slight sadness in her eyes, but smiling like always.

"Then, let's go fine one."

By the next day, Clarabelle is slowly attaching my head to a new body. As she works, she tells us more about her past. I learned that she wasn't always an airhead, but actually really focused and smart. Her parents were always pushing her to be better than she already was. It got to the point where they practically never allowed her to eat or sleep. When she was fifteen, her father almost beat her to death after he found out she kissed a boy he despised.

"They disowned me," she tells us nonchalantly. "Now, for some reason, if I focus on something to long, I get vibrant flashbacks of that night."

"And talking about it doesn't do that?" Thrasher asks her. She shakes her head and we all stay silent. Suddenly, I see Clarabelle go tense and she starts muttering to herself, but she continues to attach my head. I look at Thrasher and he shrugs, also unsure of why she's acting like this.

"That should do it," she says, her voice cracking from the tears in her eyes. At this, I realize that the perky girl isn't the real her. In reality, she's a sad girl who grew up in a hard environment, and then accidentally killed the one man who seemed to care about her- Kenspeckle Grouse. I move my new arm (which feels oddly the same as my old one) and put my hand on her arm.

"If you can move your arm it means that your brain has control of the body, and I actually attached it right!"

"Didn't you think you could attach it right?" Thrasher asks her.

"Nope!" I see her smile at him and then she turns to me. I can't help but smile back at her. "What?" I realize how sweet her voice sounds.

"Nothing," I tell her. "I'm just thinking about how pretty you are." Why did I say that?! Damn, I can't flirt. Clarabelle's eyes grow and her cheeks turn bright red.

"Oh, um. Thanks," she says quietly. I see Thrasher behind her making kissy faces at me. I glare at him just as Clarabelle looks at him and goes even brighter red. "Um, I just remembered that I need to um, get a thing for Dr. Nye." I watch as she quickly runs out of the door.

I look at Thrasher who's trying not to laugh. "I hate you," I grumble at him.

"Oh, Vaurien?" I look at the door and see Clarabelle standing there. "You know when I said that I thought zombies were cute, but I meant bunnies?" I nod remembering that conversation. "I actually did mean zombies." And with that, she turns around and walks away. I smile and feel something inside of me that I haven't felt for a long time.

Love.