I'm baaaack with chapter two :D Thanks so so much for the reviews guys, they mean a lot I hope you're enjoying this story, I have no idea where I got this random ship idea from, I think I saw a prompt on tumblr and hey, I saw a couple of really cute short fanfics for them aswell if you wanna check them out But I'm enjoying writing this anyway, it's fun getting inside the minds of different characters and making them come to life and it really helps me with my English writing skills

So I hope you like this chapter, the proper plot will start to take off soon after this Oh and Michael and Adam aren't in the cage in my fanfic, they were taken out somehow by God or something I'll possibly explain it in a later chapter if it becomes relevant, just in case you were wondering

So ENJOY GUYS and hopefully you'll leave a review so I can know what you think of it?


Clara blinked at the obvious manic in front of her. She replayed his words over in her head in case she had somehow misheard, and then, unknowing how to react in such a situation, she let out a strangled laugh. Lucifer's face briskly dropped into a disapproving frown at her reaction, but Clara didn't know what else to do. The way she was feeling right now, it was either laugh or cry and she decided she'd rather pretend this was all some crazy dream than face the possible reality.

"Satan, right," She stared at his shoes, eyes wide as she choked out the words half fearfully and half hysterically. "You mean the Devil?"

"In the flesh," Lucifer smirked, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow at her. He paused, letting a small thoughtful frown cross his face as he continued. "Well, the flesh of some solemn widower from America but… You get the picture." Clara swallowed hard, suppressing a shiver.

"Alright," She nodded slowly, struggling not to scream in frustration as nothing seemed to be making sense anymore. She had seen and done a lot of things, but never anything like this. "Either you're insane or I'm insane, but something's not right here."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I am not trapped in Hell and I am certainly not talking to the Devil!" Clara burst out, willing her legs not to give way. She didn't fancy sitting on the cold, hard ground of wherever the hell this was, but she wasn't sure she'd have a choice soon. Her legs were shaking as she spoke.

"Alright then, suit yourself," Lucifer unfolded his arms, pulling a face and taking a step back. "Get back to me when you find some other logical explanation."

Clara paused, biting her lip nervously as she plucked up the courage to lock eyes with the supposed Lucifer. She cocked her head to the side, surveying him intently, which seemed to unnerve him somewhat as he shuffled from foot to foot under her gaze.

"What, you're mother told you not to talk to disembodied voices but neglected to tell you that staring is considered rude?" Lucifer scoffed half-heartedly though his eyes remained cold. Clara realised that if he really was who he claimed to be, she did not want to get on his bad side.

"I just thought there'd be more…" Clara paused, gesturing her hands at him as she searched for words. "Red and horns. Where's your hooves, Satan?"

Lucifer snorted, looking genuinely amused for a moment, the sinister coldness in his eyes evaporating momentarily. He took a step closer to Clara and stopped in front of her, cocking his head to the side with a curious expression. Clara felt the need to back away, feeling intimidated but decided to stand her ground.

"You're odd, you know that?" Lucifer raised a finger and pointed at her with a small smirk before letting his hand fall down to his side again. "That's not a bad thing- You're… Interesting."

"And w-why's that?" Clara crossed her arms in front of her chest protectively, silently cursing the way she had stuttered anxiously.

"Well, let me see… You do the impossible and fall into the cage unexpectedly, find out that you're speaking directly to the devil and accept that majorly off-putting fact and- Oh, yeah I think that's enough to consider someone odd," Lucifer raised an eyebrow sarcastically, though Clara could see that there was real curiosity burning in his eyes.

"Well I've seen a lot of things," Clara muttered, her mood darkening as she thought back to the Doctor. She felt panic rise in her again as she wondered was he alright, what had happened to him after she had jumped into his swirling time stream. She knew something had definitely gone wrong. If she really was in Lucifer's cage with Satan himself, that had definitely not been meant to happen.

"Pray tell," Lucifer gestured at her in encouragement. "We have all of eternity."

Clara took a step back in concern. "What- What do you mean?"

"You didn't really think there was a way out, did you?" Lucifer grinned widely, beginning to circle her intimidatingly. "This cage- It was built for me. Nothing gets out- Or in, for that matter, until you just happened to drop in for a surprise visit. Lovely of you to do so, by the way."

"Oh God," Clara whispered fearfully, raising a shaking hand to her face. She felt her body begin to tremble and turned away from Lucifer, unwilling to let him see her cry if the traitor tears did decide to fall.

"What's the matter?" Lucifer called cheerfully from behind her. "Didn't think of this when you decided to accidently fall into the pit? Should've read the terms and conditions."

"Stop- Please, just…" Clara trailed off, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. "This… This is actually real, isn't it?"

"Oh, don't tell me you're going to have a nervous breakdown."

"You really are the Devil aren't you?" Clara squeaked, still standing with her back facing Lucifer.

"Yes."

It was the shortest sentence the Devil had said to her since she had met him, and it was the one that terrified her the most. She felt her knees begin to give way and sank slowly to the ground, shaking violently. Everything seemed to hit her at once, the loss, the freezing temperature, the fact that Satan himself was standing right behind her… She stuffed a fist into her mouth and scrunched her eyes up so tight that it hurt in an attempt to staunch the flow of tears. She was scared to draw breath, knowing that once she did, there would be no stopping the shuddering sobs that threatened to rip from her chest at any moment.

"What's your name?"

Clara jumped, eyes wide as she froze at the unexpectedly gentle tone of voice that came from behind her. She took in a small, quick breath, some of her anxiety put on the back burner for the time being as she concentrated on Lucifer's question.

"W-What?" She stuttered, surprised at the sudden turn in conversation. She had been expecting something more menacing, more mockery at least. He was Satan after all. A loud, exasperated sigh sounded from behind her.

"What is your name?" He stressed each syllable slowly as if his patience was wearing thin, though he managed to keep his tone light, encouraging Clara to open up to him. She almost wondered if she should lie, make up a name, or just refuse to tell him at all, but then she realised that if what he had told her so fa was true, then she had nothing to lose.

"Clara," She turned her head to look at him, aware that her eyes were probably glistening with unshed tears, but past caring. "Clara Oswald."

"Okay," Was the simple reply, and Clara closed her eyes, unsure what to do. The Devil seemed to be bored with her already as he didn't say anything more, and Clara didn't dare open her eyes to look for him.

She felt a tear glide slowly down her cheek, following by another and before she knew it she was crying. Silently at first, until she realised she was alone again and the thought made her feel as if she was falling apart, so she allowed the angry sobs to wrack her small frame violently. She wrapped her arms securely around her legs and buried her face in her knees, losing track of time as she let the tears fall.

She didn't know how much time had passed, or if time even passed here in 'Hell', if that was where she really was. Truth be told she was still somewhat sceptical of the whole situation. Still half sure that it was just some freakishly real dream.

"Doctor…" She choked out softly, willing her friend to come to the rescue this time when she needed him most. "Doctor!"

"Psychiatric Unit's that way," Lucifer's cheerful voice wafted over to her from somewhere out of her line of sight, and her sobs were disrupted momentarily as she listened. "Guessing that's the type of doctor you're looking for."

"You wouldn't understand," Clara choked out, opening her eyes but remaining staring adamantly at her knees.

"Try me."

Clara let out a slightly hysterical laugh. "Where would I even begin? Look, it doesn't even matter."

"Well, time is something were not running out of in a hurry," Though Clara couldn't see him, she could almost hear the cold smirk in Lucifer's voice. "But yeah, doesn't matter, right? Because you usually cry over things that don't matter."

"Why would you even want to listen to my problems?" Clara scoffed, unsure at what Lucifer was getting at. Was he just playing with her the way a cat plays with it's food? Was he planning on torturing her or killing her? So many questions swirled through Clara's mind, stressing her out even more.

"Never said I did," Lucifer replied blankly. "But you're the one choking up a lung and sobbing your heart out. Either forget about it or move on."

Clara paused, considering his words. "Those are both the same thing."

"Exactly."

Clara let out a small snort, wiping away some of her tears but unable to stop others from flowing. Lucifer let out an exasperated sigh, but didn't offer any more counsel. Clara blinked blearily through her tears and cast a quick glance around her before standing shakily to her feet. She was suddenly hit by a wave of determination. She hadn't jumped into the Doctor's time stream for nothing, she jumped in to save him. She was going to get back to her own time no matter what. She had to make sure the Doctor was alright, and she needed to get out of Hell. She had a feeling it was going to get a lot worse than it was right now. If she knew anything about the Devil she knew he was supposed to be evil, and though he didn't seem at all like she had expected him to right now, she was sure that he would soon get bored. Or angry. More than likely both. And she knew she wouldn't like to see him when he was angry, see the things he was capable of.

She walked over to the wall nearest to her, shivering when she placed her palm on it, just to test if it was real. She had expected Hell to be hot, and it had been while she was falling. The flames had engulfed her, she was burning. But down here, in the very lowest part of Hell, in Lucifer's cage, it was freezing cold. Completely the opposite of what she had been expecting. She wasn't sure if the flames came after or what was going to happen, but she was adamant that she would not be sticking around long enough to find out.

She pushed at the wall softly but firmly, testing it. When it didn't budge, she gave it another stronger push, followed by another, following by a sharp kick and a yelp of pain as her foot collided with the solid wall. What it was made of, she didn't know, but she was sure that it was stronger and more secure than she could ever imagine.

"Do you honestly think that if there was a way to escape, I wouldn't have done it already?" Lucifer hissed from behind her, underlying rage in his tone. "There is no way out!"

Clara jumped in fear as his yell filled the small cell, and she began to worry that he would take his anger out on her.

"I got out once," He growled menacingly. "Once! And they threw me back in. But that feels so long ago now, time passes differently here, you know? Days on Earth are years here. I had Michael and his vessel before, little Sammy's soul too. Great to take my anger out on."

Clara's blood ran cold at the mention of him taking his anger out on the others. Was that what was going to happen to her? Was she going to become Satan's chew toy?

"What- What happened to them?" She whispered fearfully, clenching her hands into fists worriedly.

"Gone," Was the curt reply. "Zapped out of this prison. It's… Complicated."

Clara sighed, staring at the wall again and willing it to move, for some door to just miraculously appear and give her some form of exit. She fought the will to raise her fist to it, knowing that it was futile.

"I've been here for thousands of years," Lucifer continued, his voice returning to a lower, more deadly tone and Clara slumped with relief at the fact that he had seemed to manage to contain his anger for the time being. "And I'll probably be here for thousands more. And you know what? Chances are you will too. So stop trying to find a way out because there is none."

"I- I'll find a way," Clara squeaked, touching the wall again as desperate tears filled her eyes and voice. "The Doctor will come, he always does-"

"No one's coming, Clara Oswald," Lucifer's tone was sharp and blunt and his words felt like a slap in the face to Clara, mostly because she realised that they were probably true. They were the truth she didn't want to face. "So get used to living with a roommate," His tone turned light again, his mood turning from murderous to cheerful in an instant. "Because you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy, and unfortunately I can't click my little red hooves to get you back home."

Clara slumped to the ground, her back against the wall, making herself as small as she possibly could. She let the tears flow down her face silently, taking small short breaths and trying not to sob again. She didn't know what to do, it seemed like help wasn't going to come.

"I'm on the highway to hell-"

Clara's head snapped up in surprise.

"Hey Satan, paid my dues, playing in a rocking band-"

A quick smile darted across Clara's face. Lucifer was singing. And he was singing Highway to Hell, of all songs. She couldn't contain her amused laugh, glad to have a break from the crying.

"I'm on the highway to Hell, highway to Hell- What, don't you like my singing?"

Lucifer was sitting in a fashion similar to Clara, his back against the wall across from her. Clara struggled to suppress another chuckle as she grinned at him, wiping away a few of her remaining tears.

"Thought you'd be more the sinning type than singing type, Luci," She teased, earning a small smirk from Lucifer.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Miss Oswald," He opted for a mysterious tone of voice raising an eyebrow. "Anyway, my singing's great, as is my sinning, since you asked."

Clara laughed as he began to sing the chorus of Highway to Hell again, softly, almost as if singing to himself for his own amusement, but as Clara sat there watching him with a small smile on her face, a part of her told her that maybe he was singing to cheer her up, to take her mind off things. She had to admit that it had worked, and even found herself singing along quietly until she felt her eyes begin to droop shut, her limbs feeling heavy with fatigue until she fell into a restless sleep.


Chapter two is finito! I think I prefer this one to the first hmmm idk. But anyway what really matter is YOUR opinions. What did you guys think? Is it worth continuing?

Was anyone watching Doctor Who tonight? Wow, I am LOVING Peter Capaldi as 12! He's brilliant! But I also watched Supernatural tonight and saw the episode where Bobby dies. I'm still crying. Literally, I sobbed.

SO leave a review, eh? ;) Come on, I'm not asking for a soul here, just a little review to let me know what you think and is it worth continuing ;) Thanks guys!