Thank you to everyone who has followed this story.

This is more of a filler chapter, I have much more exciting plans for the next one, but still, I feel like I'm overly pleased with this chapter. *blushes* any who, and whouffle or ten petals requests I'd be happy to fulfill (no pregnancies though lol)

Mwa.


It had been over a week since Clara had last talked to Elijah Smith, and the fact that she had given him her number at all had slipped her mind. It was only at night did her mind ever cross towards the mysterious chin boy, and that was normally because Rose had been talking about her new boss, who happened to be Elijah's criticised brother.

She had much more important things to worry about though, like grading papers and actually succeeding in her job of educating kids. That was why she had thrown herself completely into her work, only ever talking to Rose or Amy. She hadn't ever been faced with an unfamiliar boy who seemed to like her.

But when her phone rang it's normal Harry Potter theme trill, she picked it up, expecting it to be Rose asking for milk or something. She didn't have many friends, and they usually texted, not called. When they were little girls, Rory's Mum used to tell them the stories of people trapped in the messaging on mobile phones, screaming out for help. That was why Rose and her swore to only call, not text.

It was a stupid habit, but it meant something to them, so they kept doing it. Interactions were better.

"Oswin here!" she bounced a little in her chair. When they were little, and Amy made them play 'Raggedy Man', Clara had refused to play the hero, the Doctor, and decided to be the super hacker named Oswin. Ever since then , Amy, Rory, and Rose all called her Oswin. She didn't object, it made her feel more at home.

"Oh, I must have gotten the wrong number. I was looking for Clara-" Chin Boy's voice crackled through, and Clara froze for a split second.

"Oh! Elijah!" she said, "No, no this is Clara." she responded, and sat back down in her desk chair, when she realised she had stood straight up at the sound of his voice. "Sorry, force of habit."

"Okay," he responded awkwardly, "Anyway, Clara, my Brother is having some people over for dinner... and he told me to invite some friends, but you seem to be the only person who doesn't hate me."

"I'm sure that's not true." she assured him, "but I'd love to. What time should I be there?"

"Um... Around seven would be fine." he said, and she quickly said goodbye and hanged the phone up. Clara bit her lip, and wondered to herself whether this was betraying Amy. The poor girls childhood was practically ruined by this little boy. Still though... He was Elijah Smith, the boy who had strutted into her life.


John vaguely wondered whether his brother would actually be inviting any guests to dinner tonight. He himself, was inviting Rose, and some couple named Amy and Rory. He remembered Rory from when he was younger, as he actually tried to interact with the neighbors unlike Elijah.

Therefore he was surprised when Rory contacted him, and informed him of his brother's wrongdoing to young Amelia Pond, Rory's wife to be. He had insisted they come to dinner, where he could try to mend any broken bonds left by his brother's careless behavior. He twirled slightly in his desk chair, it was quiet day, as usual. Rose walked slowly in, trailing her hand on the desk.

"So... Elijah does have a friend coming tonight." she informed him, sinking down into the chair in front of his desk. "Clara's coming." he sat up in surprise, running his fingers through his hair.

"Really? Well..." he trailed off. This was going to be a disaster.


Amy knew. He didn't know. Neither did Rory. But she knew, she knew she was supposed to be buried, long dead under the soils of Manhattan. She was dead, and yet, she was here. It had all come flooding back to her, when she whacked him with a cricket bat. But she, she had died of old age! And yet here she was, living a life day after day, watching him strutting around town with that same goofy grace, and yet he went by the name Elijah Smith.

She didn't know what was going on, except that she needed to get to the bottom of it.


She watched Rose knock on the door, letting her loud and rather more bold friend go first, honestly she didn't know what to expect from this dinner. She had dressed casual, but was nervous it wouldn't be enough. She nervously tapped her foot against the cement steps.

The door swung open, revealing Elijah, who seemed to be wearing tweed...that was purple. It actually quite worked on him, made the chin less noticeable and brought out- She pushed all of those nonsense thoughts out of her head. They were stupid things that would only get her in trouble.

"Come in! I'm Elijah by the way." he vigorously shook Rose's hand, and opened the door wider, allowing them entrance to the odd house.

Clara cautiously stepped inside, looking around her with nervous eyes, and nearly had to stifle a laugh at the clashing colors of the house. They seemed to have walked into the middle of a divided family, it was a large front room, with a twisting blue staircase on one side, and grated steps on the other. Both staircases led to an upstairs that was hard to make out in the faded lights from one side, and the harsh lights from the other.

One side of the house, (the one Clara rather prefered) was blue and metallic, the staircase the only spot of bright color. It was neat and tidy, the floors reflecting back her face, the walls simple and devoid of posters and other things.

The other side was orange and had strange bits of coral strung up on the walls. It was considerably more homely, but messier, and seemed louder. The floor was grated, and through it she could see that books were crammed into every grate, as if it was a storage system. She heard Rose laugh out loud.

"My brother and I had a difference about decoration..." Elijah trailed off, and Clara grinned.

"You don't say." she laughed, "Which side did you design?" he pointed to the blue side, and she tried not to look surprised. Elijah offered to take their coats (the coming winter could be brutal) and stood there awkwardly until he returned as Rose wandered around the room.

"Rose!" a man with gravity defying brown hair practically skipped in front of Rose, and engulfed her in a hug. Clara raised her eyebrows slightly at this display of public affection, but said nothing, just gave her friend a knowing look as the man bounced over to Clara.

"I'm John Smith, you must be Clara!" he exclaimed, shaking her hand. She nodded in confirmation that this was true. "Brilliant. Elijah didn't pay you into coming did he?" for the last sentence he lowered his voice so Rose couldn't hear.

"No, not at all." she assured him, and he grinned.

"Good, good." he said, and pretended to look innocent when Elijah walked back in , fresh from dropping off their coats.

"Shall we retire to the dining room?" he asked politely, and offered his arm to Clara. She took it gladly, smiling a bit at the sudden important air.

"We'll join you in a bit," John said, "In the mean time, I just left Amy and Rory in there,and if you do anything to upset her I'll murder you." Elijah merely nodded, but he did turn rather white.

"Amy's here?" Clara asked, as he lead her into a hall off the metallic side. She was highly amused to find that the division in color and decoration led to the hallway as well.

"A fact I just learned now." he sighed, and Clara's feet clanked against the grate under her feet. She decided that she liked the metallic floors better.

"So Chin Boy," she asked him, not breaking the loose clasp of their arms, "Why the formal air?"

"I honestly have no idea." he answered truthfully, "It just seemed like the right thing to say." she laughed softly at that, and then he was pushing open a door at the end of the long hall, and Clara grinned at Amy and Rory.

Amy didn't look quite right however, she looked quite pale, and sat up straight when she saw Elijah's face.

"Doctor?" she asked, but Elijah simply looked confused.

"I'm afraid my brother's the Doctor." he said, "I'm just a jobless writer." Clara saw Amy's face sink into the folds of despair for a slight second before she put on a rather forced smile.

"Sorry." she excused herself for the bathroom, Clara watched her go, a slight frown puckering her lips. What was going on with her friend?

"Sorry about Amy." Rory spoke up as Clara sank down next to him on the metallic side of the dining room. "She's been odd lately."

"No problem." Clara responded, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and patting the seat next to her. "Well don't just stand there!" she exclaimed to Elijah, who quickly sat down next to her. "Why don't you tell me what you've been doing this past week?" she realised she was sounding rather like a teacher, with her forced sounding comments and fake smiles.

"Um... I reread the whole Harry Potter series." he said, and she grinned, finally a common ground.

"I love those books!" she exclaimed, as Amy came walking back in, looking more composed. "What's your favorite? Mines Half Blood Prince."

"I prefer the first." he said, and she smiled. She was trying to focus on their conversation instead of the worrying way Amy was silent. She was never quiet. And worse, she looked like she was trying to figure something out. The last time Clara had seen her with that facial expression, she had to pick up Rose and Amy from the police station, something about drunk dialing the old librarian down the road.

Rose walked into the room and Clara couldn't help but notice the sudden release of hand holding between the two.

"Nice of you to join us." she said, giving Rose the 'have you been snogging' look. Rose glared at her, taking the seat across the table.


About an hour later, Clara sighed, and pushed back from the table, her mind and belly full. Elijah stood up as well, perhaps thinking along the same lines as her, because he quickly excused himself and Clara, saying something about wanting to show her the lake. She happily obliged, it seemed like just after a week of knowing each other, Rose and John already seemed to be in that awkward couple faze. Although technically, they weren't a couple, but Clara was counting the minutes until they finally snogged.

She threw on her green army jacket, and walked outside with Elijah.

"Sorry to drag you out here,my brother's a bit... well." he apologised, as he redirected her to a path directly outside the house.

"I don't mind." she said honestly, "I would have gotten a whole recount from Rose about it later anyways." he smiled slightly at that, and she smiled back. The path they were taking was through dense pine trees, and she could hardly see anything, except for the lanterns set along the path at regular intervals, casting pools of light onto the path.

"She does seem like a talker." he admitted, and she looked at the ground, a blush rising to her cheeks for whatever reason.

"She is. John seems like one too. And you as well." she added the last bit as an afterthought. Although quieter than his loud brother, Elijah did know how to talk.

"We.. he... are." he stumbled over his words, as if his lips didn't quite know how to forms when around her.

"Do I scare you?" she laughed slightly. He blushed, his cheeks illuminated by a lantern.

"A bit... yeah. You're just, hard to figure out."

"Like I'm Impossible?"

"Sort of, you're the Impossible girl... My Impossible Girl." Clara glanced up at the sound of her new name, and eyes glinting in the light. Her Mum used to call her that. In her distraction, her foot got caught in a tree branch.

"I'm stuck!" she realised how foolish she sounded, struggling to pull her foot free. Elijah, glancing back, saw her current predicament and grasped her arms and attempted to pull her free. With a great gasp, her foot came free, and she fell, straight on top of Elijah. He caught her fall, and they both tumbled to the ground, and all the sudden she was very aware that she was inches away from his face, and that their bodies were pressed together in a very awkward angle. They both stuttered over their words for a split second, before she sprang up off of him, and watched as he got to his feet as well.

"Well... shall we continue?" he asked her, after several uncomfortable moments of silence.

"Yes, yes of course." she replied, hating how formal her voice sounded. After several more minutes of silence, they reached the lake that Elijah must have talking about.

Clara gasped. She had never seen anything so extremely beautiful. It was a full moon tonight, and the moonlight reflected onto the water, making the whole lake shine silver. Flowers floated across the surface, their petals reaching for the sky, the ice just barely crisping their buds. It had such an alien feel about it, the same feeling she got with Elijah. It was gorgeous, beautiful, and she didn't object when Elijah led her down to the surface.

He dipped his hand into the water, making a cup with his hands, and dumped the water onto Clara's hands. It was crisp, and cool, and smelled of flowers. She dipped her hands in, and sighed as she felt her worry leave her.

"How does it do that?" she asked him, pulling her hands out of the water and wiping them dry on her skirt.

"Make you feel at peace, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. There's a reason nobody knew me when I was a boy, it's because I spent every day at my Grandma's by this sexy lake."

"Sexy?"

"Well, in reality, it's called lake TARDIS, but I call it Sexy Lake."

She couldn't help but smile slightly.

"It's magical." she whispered, trailing her hands over the soft grass at the lakes edge. "and warm." at this she frowned slightly, the winter chill seemed to have abandoned them as soon as they came within sight of the lake.

"It's always like that." he said, "But I don't mind. Winter bugs me. I hate waiting for Spring."

"You didn't seem like a patience man to me."

"It's because I'm not." he laughed, and drew a flower up onto the shore. "If you press the flower between the pages of a book, it makes a lovely decoration."

"Do you think I could keep it alive with some water?" she asked, holding the delicate blossum in her hands.

"I don't know, maybe." he shrugged his shoulders. She opened her mouth, unsure of what to say next, when a loud giggle interupted them.

"Rose?" she demanded, and her blonde friend and John tumbled out of the trees.

"Oh John," Rose exaggerated, "It's so magical." they both laughed, while Clara and Elijah turned red.

"Well, it's late." Clara said, standing up, "Rose, if you want a ride, I suggest you come now."

"Bad attitude." Rose stuck out her tongue, but gave John a farewell hug anyways.

"You might want this." the Doctor handed her the blossom. "I can get you some of the lake water."

"Thanks." she smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. She was the last to leave the lake, glancing back at the stars one last time.

"Do you remember?" Amy's voice came out of nowhere, and Clara whipped around, then laughed.

"You got me." she smiled, "Amy, remember what?"

"The Dalek Asylum?" Amy asked, and Clara scoffed.

"What in the world is a dalek? Amy are you feeling alright?" Amy looked heavily disappointed.

"Yeah, just a bit sleep deprived." she answered.

Amy waited until Clara had walked off before kneeling beside the lake.

"I know you can hear me." she whispered to it's surface, "The Doctor always said you had conscious. I know you can't respond, but I will try as hard as I can to bring them back." Amy dipped her face in the lake water, before straightening up. "I will get us out of this mess." she promised the once machine now lake. As if responding, the lake bubbled.

Amy smiled lightly, before walking back into the forest, after the others.

"Should we worry about her?" she asked him, but he shook his head.

"We don't need to worry about her, the other's will think she's insane,and if not, we'll kill her. Simple as that."