Clara Oswin Oswald wanted to do nothing more than to bolt into the back room the moment she saw a man with a Parcelforce uniform enter the shop. He pushed a trolley that held a long rectangular box. She knew what it was and knew who it was for.

"I've got a package for John-" the delivery man wasn't able to finish his sentence as Clara stood up and walked into the back room where John was having lunch.

He looked at her with wide eyes when she merely crossed her arms, and he had thought she looked cross for a moment. Well, she seems cross. "Yes?" he said, feeling a bit sad that he wasn't able to take another bite of the chicken nugget.

"You have a parcel," the Impossible Girl informed.

Why on earth does he have to be the one to get it when he's eating? Should he ask her to do it or would that be a bad move? The Doctor had noticed how his fairy godmother had begun acting rather strangely since the past few days. Maybe he shouldn't have played her that song. Maybe he was being too forward. "Could it get it for me?"

"It's for your friend."

Yep, shouldn't have asked. The Scotsman stood up immediately and walked past her.

Clara stared at the table. Chicken nuggets, chips and a can of Pepsi. The diet of a twelve-year-old.

"Cheers, mate," the delivery man was heard saying in a hurry before leaving. "Have a good day."

"You too," John answered as he brought the box into the back room. "It's finally here."

The fairy godmother was tempted to ask if he was going to phone Sandra but refrained from doing so. She instead decided to focus on his gleeful demeanour. "You can't be that excited over a guitar."

"Why do you think I own a shop that sells just that and other musical instruments?" he chuckled, examining the box. "I appreciate every single of one of them."

She dreaded the moment he tells her to phone Sandra. She waited and waited, but to her surprise, John settled back down in his chair and resumed eating. "Thought you were eager to give your client a call."

He raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what he had done wrong. "I'm sure you're nice enough to spare me five minutes to finish my meal," he retorted. He had a feeling she was trying to set him up with Sandra. "What's your plan after you finish this job?" he asked out of the blue. "Do you have to work on another case?"

Clara was taken by surprise by the question and remained silent for a second. "No, this is actually my final job before I retire."

The Doctor raised both eyebrows. "Retire?" he repeated. "What happens when you retire?" he continued. "I didn't know fairies could retire - do you stop travelling here then?"

"Slow down," she laughed before sitting next to him and stealing a chip. "I stop working as a fairy godmother," she explained. "I'll just be a normal fairy in my world."

He was afraid to ask if that meant they would never see each other again and thought it was best to save the heartbreak for a later time.

"Why do you ask?" she murmured. "Are you going to miss me?"

"Who would miss a bossy five-foot-two fairy godmother?"

"You probably."

Their moment was interrupted when a loud ringing tore through the shop. A sound that both were familiar with. The telephone.

Clara raised her hand, signalling him to finish his meal while she answered the call. "The Doctor's Guitar Shop."

"Hi, it's Sandra," the woman on the other end of the line said. "I called in to find out whether Eddie's guitar has arrived yet and is John around?"

She kept her lips together, gripping the telephone a bit too tightly. "Yes, Eddie's guitar just arrived a few minutes ago," the Impossible Girl muttered. "John is busy at the moment," she added, locking eyes with him.

The Doctor nodded, grateful that she didn't hand him the phone. He then signalled her to hang up.

"Shame," Sandra sighed. "So when can I pop in?"

Never would be good, but Eddie would never get his birthday present then. "Um, tomorrow?"

"Brilliant, tell John I'll stop by after lunchtime."

Clara hung up and retrained herself from slamming the phone down. "She'll be here tomorrow after lunchtime," she announced, through gritted teeth.

The Doctor had his mouth slightly agape, wondering why she was acting so strange. "Are you ok?"

"Of course, I am, why wouldn't I be?" she replied and stopped him before he could continue. "And don't you dare tell me otherwise because if you do, I'll detach something from you."

Once more, his eyebrows lifted up. A part of him was curious to find out if she is indeed strong enough to be able to 'detach something' from him. "You haven't been yourself."

The Impossible Girl kept mum until she realised that he was right. She had been acting selfishly. If there's someone out there for him, then it would be her duty to help him, not keep him to herself. She sighed. "I guess I'm just… tired," she lied, stealing a nugget.

He pushed the box closer to her and ate their meal in silence.


"Eddie is going to be thrilled when he sees this!" Sandra exclaimed as she examined the musical instrument. "Is there a carrying case that would recommend?"

"Yes, we have a few," John replied as he walked past the counter and headed for the section next to the amplifiers. He then glanced at her. "Hard case or just the fabric ones?"

"Hard."

Clara was certain Sandra was thinking of something completely different when she said that. The look on her face made it obvious. She tried resuming her work which John was too lazy to do: inventory.

The Doctor grabbed a dark brown case. "We have this, but it's a bit heavy."

"Something an eleven-year-old could carry, then."

"Well, I guess we're going to have to resort to the fabric mesh," he said, presenting her one.

It was obvious that Sandra didn't care much about the case as all she wanted was John's attention. All she has to do now is ask him out on a date. "I think this one will do," she murmured before following him back to the counter.

"Will that be all?" Clara asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Sandra didn't pick it up. "Yes, the red there reminds me of the one my brother used to own," she said, nodding to the guitar behind Clara that was hanging on the wall. "He used to hate it when I used his."

"You mean the Fender there?" the Doctor asked.

"He used to be, well, still is, a Fender fanboy."

The fairy godmother went to the PC and tried her best not to cringe. Whether that story is true or not is questionable, but it was clear as crystal Sandra was just trying to get John interested in her.

Not too long ago, Clara would have been thrilled with something like this. She would have pushed the idiot to ask the woman out on a date. Now? Not so much. She had every intention of retiring, but at the same time, she wondered what would happen if she decided to throw it all away and just stay with John.

"I much prefer Yamaha," the Doctor commented as he reached for the mouse.

"Speaking of Yamaha, any chance you could give me another show after, say, dinner?"

Clara bit her tongue, trying her best not to say a word. She needed to do this.

John blinked several times, not quite understanding what his customer was implying. "What?"

"Dinner, you and me," Sandra pointed out, finding it cute that he was oblivious to her move.

The Doctor automatically glanced at Clara, hoping her she would say something. He had no idea what to do or say. Well, he could say yes, but did he really want to go out with her?

The woman's face then fell. "Oh, I didn't know you two were together…"

"We're not," both denied immediately.

Her eyes lit up again. "Well, in that case, are you up for dinner?"

"Of course, he would be!" the fairy godmother cut in, wanting to scream. It was painful but necessary.

John, on the other hand, exhaled through his nose. He knew this was coming. It was probably going to end in disaster like all the other times. "Ok."

Clara was surprised by his response, under the impression that he was going to fervently reject the date.

Sandra grinned. "Brilliant," she squealed. "Does Friday at six sound good to you?" she asked. "I'll pick you up."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Yes, Friday at six is good," he murmured, avoiding eye contact with both women.

The customer collected her purchase, bid goodbye and left, pleased that was finally going on a date.

John and Clara were the opposite of pleased. "I could speak for myself," he muttered, making himself look busy by typing on the keyboard.

She put the iPad aside. The inventory update could wait. "I doubt you were going to say yes."

"I don't see why you have to rush through this," he said defeatedly, taking a quick glance in her direction.

The Impossible Girl rolled her eyes. "She was hitting on you."

"Yes, we've established that," he grumbled. "What bothers me is why you're acting like this."

She furrowed her brows. "Acting like what?"

He fumbled with his arms, trying to think of the proper word to describe her behaviour, mumbling incoherently.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"It's as if you hate doing this," the Doctor finally managed to get his words together.

"No, I don't."

"Actions speak louder than words."

Look who's a wise guy now. "I can assure you that I am in no way, shape or form, despising this."

He paused to think. "Do female fairies go through a monthly p-"

"Finish that sentence that I will quite literally detach something from you," she said sternly.

"Sorry," he murmured. "That was the only thing I could think of."

The fairy godmother shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. She was going to get this right this time. She was going to give John his happy ending. By hook or by crook. "Just promise me to put a bit of effort into this date."

He stared into those inflatable eyes, knowing full well he couldn't say no. "Just half an ounce."

That was something. At least. "Deal."

He dropped his shoulders. Clara was probably rushing just so she could finally retire. He couldn't blame her. She's been in the field long enough. He couldn't act selfishly. If that was what she wanted, then he would help her. "What should I wear on Friday?"

She smiled. Although this time, he noticed that it wasn't one he was used to. This was completely different. One he couldn't quite place his finger on.

"I'm sure we can think of something," she replied before settling back down in her chair and resuming work.