The song here is "Here to Rock" by Cherri Bomb
Here to Rock
Clara opened the door and near the bed, on a small table, she saw a platter with dome lids over the plates. She smiled and glanced down at her Hellhound who sniffed the air, but then looked sort of disgusted. She laughed and walked over, pulling off the lids and taking in the smell of the French fries and looking at the delicious flavors of ice cream in these little bowls. There was enough for two people.
She summoned Nerilla and began eating. A few seconds later, the lieutenant opened the door and peered inside. She grinned as she spotted Clara sitting on the bed, eating her French fries. She stepped in and closed the door behind her.
"Is that ice cream?" she asked and Clara nodded her head.
"Feel free to take a bowl." She said and Nerilla smiled, letting out a giggle.
"I assume you didn't summon me to help you eat your ice cream." She said and Clara nodded her head, swallowing her mouthful of French fries.
"I'd like for you to get as much information as you can on the death and resurrection of Anne Cromwell." She said and watched as Nerilla slowly titled her head with an expression of confusion. "You might have to locate the angels that had taken away her memories before her resurrection." Clara added and then Nerilla looked completely confused.
However, Clara was in no mood to explain. Her patience was burning in her eyes and Nerilla straightened, getting the message.
"Will do." she said and was about to turn and leave, when Clara cleared her throat, getting the lieutenant's attention. She pointed to the ice cream and Nerilla smiled. "Can I have chocolate?" she asked. Clara smiled.
"No." she said, her smile quickly vanishing, clearly being a fake smile, making Nerilla a little taken back. However, she nodded and took vanilla and left the apartment.
Clara ate her food in silence and found it boring. She glanced down at her Hellhound and threw a few French fries at her pet. Ginger ate the fries before they could even land on the floor. Apparently, she wasn't all that disgusted with human food.
She even set down a bowl of vanilla ice cream for Ginger, but she sniffed it and looked at Clara. She laughed, imagining a question mark over her Hellhound's cute face.
"Would you like something else?" she asked and smiled as Ginger licked her teeth and growled, flexing her muscles and crunching down as if she was ready to attack. Clara snapped her fingers and a large raw steak was on a large silver platter on the floor.
She watched as Ginger tore into the meat, shaking it with her head and snarling as she tore at the meat, splattering some blood onto the carpet floor.
Clara finished off her fries and was about to grab a bowl of chocolate ice cream, when a sharp pain exploded in her stomach, making her curl up, clutching her stomach, howling in pain. It shot through her body and felt like an electric current.
Ginger now whimpered and began pacing as Clara continued screaming in pain, howling as well as if alerting Hell that its Queen was in trouble.
The door was thrown back and someone wrapped their arms around her, pulling her into them. She didn't have to look to know it was Crowley. She could feel his essence and it seemed to help her, to calm her. After a few seconds, the pain was gone. Despite the pain vanishing, she just took deep breaths and trembled in Crowley's arms, as if her body didn't know whether to relax or stay tensed.
After another few seconds, Crowley slowly pulled her up in a sitting position and sat beside her with an arm wrapped around her waist. He pulled the hair out of her face and placed his hand over her stomach, feeling the baby stirring inside his Queen.
"That hurt like Hell." She mumbled and rested her head on his shoulder, slowly breathing normally. "It's growing stronger." She said and then Crowley kissed her head. He remained silent as if waiting to see if she'd double over in pain again. Once she seemed fine and out of danger, he relaxed. She could sense how worried this made him and even if she was alright, he couldn't shake it off.
However, he glanced at her and tried to brush it off for her sake.
"Perhaps now we can start naming our child." He said and she smiled weakly. This was probably something he'd use to help her relax and get her mind off what had just happened. Either way, she liked it. "I have been thinking of many excellent names." He added and she placed a hand on his.
"Go on." She said, sounding exhausted. Crowley leaned back and brought her with him. She rested against him and closed her eyes.
"Zane." He said and paused. When Clara said nothing, he continued telling her the names he had chosen, with yet again a pause in between, waiting for her approval. "Corrion, Damon, Dante, Slane, Dred, Obsidian." He said and then Clara opened her eyes.
"What is that?" she asked and he knew by her tone of voice that she did not like that name. "Like seriously." She added and closed her eyes again.
"Thorne." He said and the corner of her lips twitched in a grin.
"I like how you picked boy names." She said and stroked his hand. "If it's a boy, I like Thorne." She said and he grinned. "However, I'd like for you to consider girl names." She added and his grin grew as he glanced down at his Queen.
"Malice, Vervain, Salem, Macaria, Mayhem, Zorya…" he said with slight pauses in between as Clara didn't open her eyes again and relaxed against him. Eventually, he noticed that she fell asleep and he stopped listing his choice of names for watching her was more pleasurable than thinking of names.
Still, whatever had happened troubled him and he knew this wasn't a one time thing.