He's been with her in this house for almost a year now, and they're no closer to getting her out of here then the day he entered.
She's just accepted the fact that she's going to be stuck here for the rest of her (after)life and continually urges the Doctor to haul his ass out of town with his magnificent time (and space!) machine. She doesn't think it's fair to him to be wasting his life on hers. Hell- she isn't even alive anymore.
But he won't take it; he just won't listen to a word uttered from her mouth. He insists she needs to be saved; he truly believes that she is something special, and that's maybe what pains her the most. He honestly whole heartedly believes that she can be saved against whatever or whoever is holding her in this house.
He didn't grasp that she was beyond saving. She was a ghost; that was as dead and un-savable as it gets.
She just hates disappointing people; and she doesn't wasn't him to be disappointed by her unnatural ability to not leave this fucking house. She would do anything to be able to leave – to be alive and well and breathing again, but there is such a tiny margin for that ever coming true that she's just come to the fact that it's never going to happen.
That is, until a lowly Tuesday afternoon when she has this awfully strange ache in the left side of her head. It's like a migraine, she used to get them when she was a child, but she hadn't felt pain since she, well, died. And then she remembers why Oswin was such an intolerable human being.
Because Clara's parents told her she was a mistake; that it was only supposed to be Clara and no Oswin when she was just seven years old. (Bad parenting on her mother and fathers behalf. Honestly, who says that to a kid?)
And then she remembers what the video and star help thing is. Before Oswin was informed of her origin story, they had been inseparable, best friends. Clara had suggested one day when she was about six (Oswin would have been five) that they make a movie. Oswin was the camera man and Clara played the roles off all the characters (which was a challenge). Oswin often took to calling Clara 'Star' from that moment forward, or well at least until their shitty ass parents decided to tell their youngest child that she really wasn't supposed to be here.
She needs to tell the Doctor; this is important. This is a lead! The first in a year.
"Doctor! Doctor!" she yells, but there is no response. Maybe he's sleeping. She floats up to his room and through his wall; unfortunately, there is no passed out intergalactic being on the bed. There is, however, light coming from the bathroom at the end of the hall, so she figures that's where he must be.
She doesn't think about what she's doing until she's in the bathroom with the Time Lord, who is in nothing but his boxers (which are covered in bow ties? Gods, he's peculiar.) And she would have blushed if she was alive and had blood pumping through her body.
"Sorry!" she blurts, covering her eyes. Thought she isn't sure why, it isn't like he's naked or anything; just severely lacking in the clothing depart meant (not that she minds), "I just needed to tell you something important and it couldn't wait and I was just so preoccupied with thinking about telling you I didn't bother myself with the tiny extravagant detail that you might be severely under dressed."
She feels so embarrassed, more so because of her silly stupid little girl ramblings and her attraction towards him rather than catching him in his ridiculous underwear.
"Bow ties? Really?"
"I'll have you know that bow ties are cool, Miss Oswald."
"Yeah, okay. Maybe in your end of the galaxy." She rolls her eyes, "Look, Doctor, I have information that seems to pertain to the reason why I'm stuck in this god awful house so if you could maybe stop distracting me and put some clothes on –"
"Distracting you, eh?" he says with a little self-satisfied smile that she wants to punch right off his face.
"Not like that!" she says all too quickly and he gives her a look, challenging her thoughts, she scowls in reply. "Shut up."
"Whatever you say, Clara."
"Just get dressed and meet me downstairs."
"You sure you don't want to look at me anymore."
"Do the word a favor and get those pompous bow ties out of sight."
"Wow. Harsh."
She rushes downstairs quickly, thinking of how to phrase her discoveries and her new found sympathy of Oswin. (Gosh, relationships were so complicated.) She also happened to be thinking about how the Doctor, who shows about the same amount of emotion as a brick, was flirting with her. It wasn't very good flirting, he really needs work (she's gladly volunteer to help him with that among other things.) but it was still a flirt, and that's what matters.
At least that's what matters to her. (And it shouldn't. There are more pressing matters at hand than flirtatious bantering)
But it was a step; he must have had a little interest in her! Maybe her case wasn't as hopeless as it led on to be. Maybe she could have that life; the cosmos would be her back yard and his space ship would be their blue Victorian home. It seemed so lovely and unmistakably plausible that she couldn't help but feel a little optimistic.
Who knows? Maybe everything would turn out alright after all. (It left room for thought, at least.)
She heard the creaks of the aching floorboards of the stairs as her Doctor took his grand old time walking down them. He sure knew how to simultaneously enrage and mystify her. It was starting to get a little aggravating.)
"You said you knew something about why you're here?" he asked while sitting on the couch looking curious.
She relayed to him what she remembered earlier; how her parents decided that they wanted Oswin to feel unwanted and unloved. She told him of how before that incident Oswin and she were close; and Oswin would call her Star as a nickname. And how she called Oswin 'Video' because she refused to be called the camera man. (She was always a little bit difficult.)
He stood up with a smile on his face and picked her up, whirling her around in the air.
"This is something, Clara! This is good! We have a lead! I'll get you out of here in no time.
She only hoped that he wouldn't drop her (she didn't want his hands to leave her hips even thought this was probably the least appropriate time to be thinking of a blossoming romance. Goddamn novels.) and that he was right.
How she desperately wanted things to be going right for once.
Hello friends! So it's been a while… (Like three months... yikes I'm sorry)
I just haven't had the time or the energy or motivation to write this story. (Also known as writers block. I'm literally making up the plot as I go along and that's probably not a very good idea.)
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