Clara's Flat

November 23rd 2016

8:30pm

'It's your thirtieth birthday and you couldn't look more miserable.'

'You're thirty one and you're married with two children, of course I'm miserable.'

'You've never wanted children, in fact, you banned that idea from your head when we were in University!'

'I changed my mind.'

'Well, you could always have children,'

'How?'

'Sperm donor,'

'Amy, I don't want a sperm donor. I want what you have, a husband- '

'Or wife.' Amy interrupted, leaning on the balcony at the back of Clara's flat as they stared up at the darkness above them, although it was lit by the promise of bright stars.

Clara laughed, 'Yes, or wife. But I feel like I've missed my chance now. I could have had that with Danny but…'

'He died,'

'Yeah, he did,' Clara cleared her throat and stared down at her hands, fiddling with the rings on her fingers, the ones her grandmother had given her before she passed away just last year and the year before that she had lost Danny Pink.

Amy squinted her emerald eyes, her hand reaching across to intertwine their fingers, squeezing her hand for comfort, 'I know you lost him, but there's still a chance for somebody else to come along. He or she doesn't have to necessarily replace Danny but they could definitely get rid of your sexual frustration because you are one grumpy cow.'

'Amelia Pond!'

Amy laughed and nudged her friend in the ribs, 'What? Don't be such a prude, I have walked in on you with both women and men before, I'm not the slightest bit fazed and I've seen you naked plenty of times.'

'Don't tell Rory that, he'll have a field day.'

Amy snorted, 'Wouldn't dream of it, I don't want to lose my husband to a heart attack,'

Clara laughed and shook her head, 'Two years ago there's no way I would have laughed at that,' she told her, referring to Danny's death when he was hit by a car crossing the road.

Amy turned her head to Clara, a sad but knowing smile on her lips, 'That's how you know you're over Danny, Oswald… you laugh at jokes like that,'

Clara nodded her head, sniffing as she avoided becoming upset. She stared up at the sky, her eyes on a certain star as her brown eyes inflated, 'I just wish…'

'Wish what?'

'I wish things were simple. But I suppose life never is, there's always something stopping you from getting your happy ending. I mean, you got yours eventually, you got Rory after years of friendship,' she paused and took the cigarette and lighter Amy had passed her, 'You struggled with conceiving Melody but you got there in the end, you struggled but you got everything you wanted since we were children; a family.'

Amy laid her hand on Clara's shoulder, sighing, 'I'm sorry, Clara, I know you don't want my sympathy but I do feel for you. You deserve the world and I'm sorry the world craps all over your life,'

She placed the cigarette into her mouth and lit it up with the lighter, taking a huge intake of smoke before she tapped it a few times against the bannister and held it in her hand, 'Not much of a life anymore. I have my job, that's something I can look forward to, I love teaching those kids and taking care of them,'

'Which is why you'd be a brilliant mother,'

'Just need to find the right person,'

Amy laughed, placing a cigarette into her own mouth as they smoked together like they use to when they were fourteen and skipped classes to smoke at the back of the school, 'You need a Rory,'

'Yeah,' Clara giggled, looking over her shoulder as she watched Rory run after their six year old daughter inside the living room, 'I just need a Rory,'

Amy watched as she watched her husband run around with their daughter and noticed their little boy waddling around, he had just started to walk and talk, 'I suppose there's one good thing for you, if me or Rory die, you get the kids.'

Clara's eyes widened and she slapped her best friend on her forearm, 'Amy, don't say things like that! God, you've got some dark humour,' even though she thought it was a horrible thought, she still giggled.

'As lovely as Melody and James are, they still wouldn't be my children.'

'You'll get what you want, one day.'

Amy gave her a fond smile and disappeared back inside to pick up little James Pond as she held him in her arms, rocking him back and forth as the three year old giggled and pointed as his father ran after his big sister. Clara swallowed, that was exactly what she wanted; a family she could spend time with instead of going to work and coming home to a bottle of wine and X Factor on the TV, she wanted to come home to little versions of her tackling her legs and trying to get her to fall over. She wanted a husband or wife to kiss when she got home from work, she wanted to be happy.

Clara Oswald stared up at the same star she had been looking at all night and took her chances, she finished her cigarette and stamped it out on the floor before she closed her eyes and wished for herself that she could be happy, that was all she wanted, to be happy. She opened her eyes after around ten seconds and realised she didn't feel any different, just upset and a tiny bit angry with herself for believing that would ever work. She shook her head and went back inside, pulling her cardigan closer to her body.

Unknown to her, that star, like every other star in the sky was a satellite that sent every person's wishes to a faraway planet known as Raxon. Each wish was recorded and sent off to the planet, it was true what most people had said, if you wish upon a star, all your dreams will come true. A man sat slightly hunched over his screen, replaying what one of the stars had recorded. It was a young woman standing on her balcony and she had wished for happiness, that was all. The man could see how much she wanted to be happy, how much she craved it. For Raxon, it was tricky to grant wishes such as happiness, he needed to do some research on this certain human being and see what he could do for her. After all, that was his job and she was rather pretty. It wasn't like she was asking for much.

He printed off her wish and stood up, pulling his long coat on as he went in search for his boss. Once he reached his office, he went bursting in as he usually did, a smile far too big for his own good, 'Boss, we have another one.'

His boss, who went by the name of Harry Saxon, looked up from his desk, a scowl on his face, 'Put it on the pile with the other ones,'

'But- '

'No but's, just do it, Harkness.'

'I really think this could be a good one for me, I have a good track record with completing missions with wishes of happiness,'

Saxon merely rolled his eyes, looking through the paper as he read her name, Clara Oswald, 'No, Harkness, I think this will be a good one for John Smith.'

Jack scrunched his nose up, 'The Doctor? You want to give this job to the Doctor? He isn't exactly sensitive and she's pretty.'

'Which is why you want to do the job,'

'I don't want to do the job because she's pretty,'

'Really? Then why did you reject the happiness wish from the woman last week?'

'Ah,'

'Yes, ah, now get out of my sight and go and give this to the Doctor,' Saxon snapped at him, looking down at all the other wishes he had to look through as he passed the piece of paper back to Jack.

Jack only growled under his breath and stormed off, walking through the halls of the Saxon building until he found John Smith's office, otherwise known as the Doctor. He knocked on his door and waited a moment, knowing full well the lanky grey haired man would take his time answering, 'Smith, I can see you through the door, hurry up.'

Jack squinted his eyes, a stomp of his foot as he watched the Doctor slowly rise from his seat, it seemed as though he was looking at his computer screen for signs of anymore wishes he could complete. Raxon was a planet full of aliens that appeared to look like humans, there were buildings all over the world operating on working for Harry Saxon and his wife Missy. They often called themselves angels, but the Doctor preferred being called an agent. The Doctor was taller than Jack, with thick grey curls on top of his head. He was around fifty eight years old and he was incredibly skinny, Jack was certain the man never ate anything whilst on the job and he worked through the night. The planet Raxon had been named after Harry Saxon's family name, they had created their planet and their people worshipped them as though they were a Royal family. The agents of Raxon were never to tell the humans who they were, they were supposed to stay behind closed doors and make all of their wishes come true and when they had completed their assignment, they would leave Earth and make their way back to Raxon.

'What is it, Jack?' the Doctor grumbled, pulling the door open as it hit the wall with a harsh bang, 'I'm busy.'

Jack extended his arm out and took in the appearance of the Doctor, he looked tired and almost dead, his eyes blood shot and watery, 'You're about to be even more busy, Saxon has assigned you to a new one,'

The Doctor reluctantly reached for the piece of paper, 'Great, another pudding brain. Oh, this one looks as relatively boring as all the rest,'

'Pretty though,'

'Is that all you think about, Harkness?'

'Most of the time, yes.'

The Doctor glared at him and went to shut the door in his face, but Jack stuck his foot in, 'Is there something else I can help you with, Jack?'

Jack eyed him closely, 'Be careful with this one, Doctor, she's fragile.'

The Doctor was about to snap at him for being so idiotic and go on a rant that he was far better at his job than Jack was but instead he just nodded his head and managed to close the door on Jack. The Doctor sat down at his desk, wiping his face as he typed in the coordinates of Clara Oswald's recorded wish. Her video appeared on his screen, her eyes firmly shut as he listened to her wish, she wanted happiness. He knew that was tricky but the desperation on her features and listening to the voice in her head made the Doctor want nothing more than to help the tiny woman. He sighed and clicked 'Accept' on his screen before he looked to his left and a small bracelet that would fit around his wrist appeared in front of him. He picked it up and clipped it on, ready to take on his new assignment as he fiddled with the buttons. He typed in her coordinates and arched one of his furious eyebrows as the bracelet clearly read;

'Agent; John Smith, the Doctor

Assigned human; Clara Oswald

Goal; Grant Happiness wish,'