Just because she was now visible and was actually audible to her house mate did not mean that Clara Oswald was done goofing around with the house's inhabitant. If anything, it was going to make her pull more practical jokes than ever before and she was very enthusiastic about that. The Doctor, on the other hand, was on the opposite side of the spectrum.

"Reaching through the bathroom wall and turning the hot water cold while I was in the shower is an all new low for you." He scolded. She rolled her eyes, not really caring about anything he had to say, "I came here to help you – to save you, and all I get is glitter glue in my socks, where the hell did that even come from, rat tails in my bed, and a freezing cold shower." He finished, out of breath.

"Well, if you think I'm going to act all damsel in distress-y, you got me all wrong, chin. I hate to break it to you, but I was doing just dandy here all by myself; I didn't send you that creepy message; you must have gotten the wrong address or something." She replied with frustration.

"You are impossible, you know that?" he said as he turned to stomp up the stairs like the child that he was.

"Okay, Doctor," she sneered, "I would much rather be impossible than ridiculous. Although, that whole I'm acting like a child because I'm actually really sad get up is working for you."

"You don't know the slightest thing about me, Clara Oswald; I have seen the things from your nightmares – I have seen so many terrible, terrible things."

"Thanks, Chin, really appreciate that." She said. He ignored her.

"What I don't understand is who sent me the message; it's quite obvious that you didn't, unless you're being ignorant and lying because you're embarrassed that you needed help, but I don't think that's the case. You died, Clara, and whatever secret you're keeping is trapping your spirit here. It's something important – something so important that I got a message about it on the psychic paper…" He said from upstairs where he was organizing his thoughts aloud. She wandered up the stairs in a phantom-like fashion with anger breaking in her head like tidal waves.

She didn't think about her death; it was her unspoken rule. It was scandalous and treacherous on its own and her days as a specter did not need to be haunted by such a grave matter such as that.

"If there is one thing I don't do, Doctor, it is talk about how I died. That part is better left unsaid; the past is in the past and that's how it ought to stay."

"But it is important, Clara; it's vital to know how you died." He sighed, "It could help me save you."

"And what god would that do? I'd still be dead; you can't just un-kill me." She responded.

"You could travel the Universe with me – I could show you wonders!" he said like an excited child. He looked like he was in a trance. He must not have understood; she was dead and that's how she was going to stay, no matter how much she wished she could change that.

"Doctor," she tried again, "I died, I'm sorry but there is nothing you or I can do to change that fact. I'm dead and I'm afraid that's how I'm going to stay."

"But, Clara, you and me could travel everywhere in time and space! Isn't that worth a little hope of redemption?" he pleaded his case once more, because just like her, he didn't think that she understood how desperate he was to get her to understand. (She ignored him; she couldn't afford to think so optimistically.)

"I'm sure you could show me wonders, Chin boy, but my god, we've only known each other for a good two days. It's a bit early to be hooking up with spirits now, isn't it?"

"Are you insinuating something?" he asked innocently.

"Lil ole me? Never! Why, Doctor, say it like that and dead girls may think you've got ideas"

"Are you accusing me of having no moral –"

"No. Absolutely not." He looked at her, appalled that a young (dead) woman would ever say such a thing, "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Clara," he said aghast, "I don't know who the hell you think I am but I highly offended at your accusations!"

"Chill, Chin, chill; god, I was just joking around. Don't get your panties in a twist."

"You shouldn't joke about that stuff. I would never treat you that way. Gosh, Clara, wonders – you know, like the stars and other planets and solar systems; not, um, that." He stood there looking so sorry and embarrassed and she couldn't help but feel a little bad for poking fun at him. She couldn't believe that she was actually thinking about apologizing.

"Sorry." She muttered quietly, though she did find it a tiny bit hilarious about how embarrassed he was when talking about this subject. (She could even say that he looked a little adorable when the blush cascaded from his cheeks to his rocket ears).

"Maybe we could play a game or something." He suggested.

"Like what?"

"Chess is a lot of fun. My people happened to have invented it and I happen to be a chess wizard." He said like a proud mother.

"Thanks but no thanks." She said, "I'm just gonna go watch tele or something."

"You'll be missing out." He said with a smile.

"Sure." She sad laughing and rolling her eyes.

That really hit her hard; it was the first time she had laughed in years. Well, she had laughed when she made her sisters family feel miserable, but that laugh was malicious and spiteful; this one was whole and happy. She felt happy, she felt like she was alive for the first time in decades. And maybe she wanted to be alive again; he could help her – he said he could, he swore.

He said he would show her the Universe – all the planets all the stars all the wonders and cosmos ad maybe she wanted that instead of the old and creaky interior of the house that she grew up and died in. Maybe she would tell him; maybe she would let him know how and why she died, or maybe not. But for a pessimist, she was pretty optimistic about the matter.

As he turned to go to his (messy) room, and as she turned to descend down the stairs, she called out to him.

"Doctor?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll try."

"Try to what?"

"Tell you about how, you know, I uh died."

"Clara, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"But that's it; I'm not content with being dead; I want to feel alive and I want to see the stars. And I think what I want most of all is a friend." She admitted.

"Well, that's what I am." He said with a smile and he straightened his blue bowtie, "Clara's friend. I quite like the sound of that."

She cracked a grin. Maybe he was right, maybe she did need a little help. And though it pained her to admit it, he was just the help she was looking for.

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AN: Chapter 2 is a go! I'm trying to get to the plot so this is a bit of a filler, I'm sorry. It's also quite short but you get what you get and I like the finished product. (I hope you do too!)

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