Hey guys! It's meee, the author person who writes stuff :D So here's my story: I have no life so I spend all my time watching tv shows and writing fanfiction, which brings me hERE!

So I started watching Supernatural like a month ago and I'm already on s7 (Yes, I meant it when I said I have no life) and wow I am so so in love with it. But then I was thinking, hey, crossover time! Cause I just love seeing characters from different tv shows meet, there's so many possibilities!

And okay, I have no idea how this came to me but I just thought Lucifer/Clara Oswald, hey why the hell not?! Excuse the pun. But yeah, I just love Lucifer's character in Supernatural so damn much and I love Clara too and I don't know I just thought it'd be so cool to play around with the idea of them both together!

So this is me, playing around with the idea of the Lucifer/Clara Oswald ship. Weird, I know. But I love trying to make unexpected ships work.

So, this could be utterly terribly, if so please let me know, but if you like it, definitely tell me so I know!

Thanks for taking the time to click onto this story, I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

"Spare me a thought now and then."

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't scared. She plastered a half smile onto her face in a futile attempt to cover up the merciless anxiety she was currently experiencing, trying in vain to ignore the persistent shaking of her legs as they threatened to turn to jelly.

Clara Oswald, the Impossible Girl. This was who she was, who she was meant to be, she knew that now. She'd be a fool not to embrace it. She spared one more prolonged glance at the Doctor, the image of her friend lying helpless on the ground giving her the strength to carry out her mission as she ignored his disgruntled verbal efforts to stop her. She walked steadily closer to the looming spirals of colourful light which were buzzing with energy, her breathing becoming rapid. Her fear was growing, but so was her determination as a complex mixture of adrenalin and dread coursed through her veins.

"In fact you know what?" Clara paused slightly, a small smile gracing her features as she spun around to face her friend for what she realised could be the last time. "Run. Run, you clever boy, and remember me."

Her smile morphed into a grimace of fierce determination as she uttered the familiar words and turned back towards the Doctor's swirling time stream. Now it was her turn to run.

Taking a deep breath and comforted only by the knowledge that she was doing the right thing, that this had to be done, that it was her job, her purpose to save the Doctor, she jumped.

And then she was falling.

It wasn't as if Clara made a habit of jumping into random aliens' time streams, it wasn't as if she knew what to expect, but as she fell she could almost sense that something was wrong.

She struggled as she fell through the swirling orange smoke and tried to cry out but it felt as if her vocal cords had been ripped from her throat. She couldn't breathe. There wasn't enough oxygen reaching her lungs, the peculiar sensation inducing a sharp jolt of panic as she felt like she was suffocating. A hissing mist rippled around her like volatile pythons made of shadow and dust, and her fear was rapidly transforming into something much more gripping. She was on the verge of full blown terror. She desperately wanted to squeeze her eyes shut but it was almost as if invisible clamps were keeping them firmly open, not allowing her to miss anything.

A few times she could have sworn she saw the Doctor, not the Doctor she knew, he had a different face each time but somehow she knew it was him. But she couldn't reach him. She tried to scream, to call out for him, a feeling of helplessness and dread growing in her. She was supposed to save the Doctor, why couldn't she reach him?

Her frustration quickly morphed into fright as she felt the air around her change drastically. She struggled to breathe as she felt herself being pulled and pushed, the atmosphere around her swirling into a huge, dark pit. Something was definitely wrong, she was certain of that now, but it was too late. Clara threw out her hands in an attempt to somehow escape from the certain impending doom that awaited her, but she was immediately sucked in and then she was falling again.

This time it was worse. This time she could scream. Clara Oswald screamed as flames engulfed her, swirling around her, viciously fighting each other to get to her but never quite touching her. She felt as if she had been falling for years and began to worry that it would never end.

"Where am I?!" Her mind screamed out in terror, fear creeping up from her churning stomach to her choked throat and threatening to suffocate her. Something had gone wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong. She soon realised with a jolt that she wasn't the only one screaming.

She knew she couldn't be in the Doctor's time stream anymore, but she was still falling, falling to the crescendo of the tortured screams of disembodied souls that flashed past her as she dropped. Fire, flames, red, she was blinded by the heat.

Clara finally managed to squeeze her eyes shut, feeling the hot tears escape from the corners of her tightly closed eyelids and leaving a burning trail down her face. She tried to block out the ongoing screams but the flames wouldn't relent in their torture.

She felt a sudden change in air pressure as she fell and suddenly hit solid ground hard. She let out a disgruntled exclamation of surprise and hurt as she came into contact with a cold, hard surface, throwing her arms out in front of her to brace herself from the impact of the fall.

She lay motionless on the ground for a moment, relishing in the coolness of it, a welcome contrast to the burning flames she had experienced when she was falling. Her eyes remained firmly shut for a moment before the relief at having reached a destination faded away and pure undulated terror hit her hard.

Making sure she could still move her limbs she flexed her fingers and snapped her head up with a gasp, still half lying on the ground. Her breath came in shuddering gasps and she blinked as the foggy shield of tears that clouded her vision fell away and she could see her surroundings.

"I don't know where I am," She croaked unthinkingly, her words barely forming a whisper as she tried to stand, crouched on all fours. She struggled to her feet shakily and raised a trembling hand to her face, wiping away her remaining tears and taking deep breaths. The sudden drastic change in temperature hit her and she shivered from a mixture of the cold and fear.

"I- I don't know where I am," She choked again, spinning around rapidly to confirm what she already knew. She was alone.

"Is- Is anyone… Please," Clara's trembling legs began to give way and she slowly sank to the cold, rough ground again, tears pricking her eyes painfully. "Where am I?!"

She screamed the words, wincing at the way they resounded and bounced off the walls. Clara jumped at the echo and blinked blearily at her surroundings. Wherever she was, it was cold and shadowy and dark and she didn't like it.

"Do- Doctor?" Clara tried, almost allowing herself to hope. "Doctor!"

She shuddered, the freezing cold temperature suddenly washing over her and she staggered to her feet again, wiping away her tears furiously and wrapping her arms around herself for heat. She surely hadn't died like River had foretold… So what had happened to her? Why was she here? Was this supposed to happen?

She scanned her eyes around the enclosed space again, realising she seemed to be in some sort of cage. She groaned as she realised there appeared to be no door whatsoever.

The temperature was icy but there was no sign of anything that could cause the room to be so cold. She attempted to think positively, to formulate a plan to get out, she had to get out, she was alive and the Doctor was out there, she needed to get back… But she had no idea where to start.

"I don't know where I am," She repeated shakily, almost like the words would somehow rearrange the reality that she was completely lost and alone, feeling the panic rise in her chest and threaten to overwhelm her. She decided to raise her voice in the hope that someone, anyone would hear her. "Where am I?!" She yelled hoarsely, hating the desperation that filled her panicked tone but unable to do anything about it.

"Honestly, is the shouting really necessary?"

Clara's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide as she spun around in search of the disembodied male voice that had just made an appearance. The accent was surprisingly American, causing confusion to well up in her mind. Where the hell was she?

Her heart thudded painfully hard as she spun round, searching for the source of the slightly amused but patronising tone of voice. She had been previously sure that she was alone in this icy prison, but her suspicions had obviously been wrong.

"I mean seriously, I heard you the first time. I didn't need to be irritated twice in a row."

Clara jumped, searching wildly for the man the voice belonged to. She wasn't alone. She wasn't alone. A new feeling bloomed in her chest, the polar opposite of fear helplessness but just as potent. Hope.

"I- I can't see you," Clara uttered breathlessly, afraid that if she spoke too loudly her voice would crack in fear.

"It's not often I get visitors. Last chew toy I had sort of went out with a bang."

There was a loud clap, like someone snapping their hands together accompanied by a soft chuckle. Clara gulped, still unable to locate the source of the voice, beginning to wonder if she wanted to know who he was at all.

"I'm kind of intrigued to be honest, I didn't realise I was expecting another bunk mate buddy- Oh, sorry, did you say something?"

Clara could hear the amused smirk in the man's voice and she shuddered, unnerved at not being able to see him. She opened her mouth to speak but her words caught in her throat and stuck there adamantly. She settled for working on her breathing instead.

"Well come on, little human," The voice whined in an almost childlike manner which would have amused Clara if she wasn't so frightened. "Don't be boring. Speak."

Clara felt panic grip her and for once she was completely at a loss for what to do. She knew she was able to handle herself, she had faced foes more deadly than anything most people could ever even begin to imagine, but for some reason this voice held a chill that terrified her more than anything. She felt hopelessly terrified and struggled not to let it show.

"I said speak!"

Clara jumped fearfully at the sudden snarl, casting her eyes around the cage once again but still unable to locate the man. The fright caused her to lose her composure for a moment.

"Who- Who the hell are you?" She hissed, fear seeping through her words much to her annoyance.

"Hell- Now there's the operative word," The voice chuckled as it approached. "Do you really not know where you are? Who I am? You surely didn't stumble in here by accident."

Clara swallowed, letting a dark silence run between the two. It seemed to be enough of an answer for the man.

"Oh," He exclaimed, and Clara could almost imagine the slow smile forming across his face. "You did, didn't you? The poor little human fell into the pit by accident."

"You- You're not human then?" Clara cleared her throat, a feeling of dread building in her stomach. Not a common question to ask, but from the way this man was speaking and from her previous experiences…

The voice continued on as if he hadn't heard her. Or at least, didn't care enough to acknowledge her question.

"Kids these days, right? Well, I guess anything's possible-"

"Where… What-"

"Stupid, wastes of perfectly good vessels, the lot of them. I always said it-"

"What are you?!" Clara raised her voice, slightly irritated at her question being ignored and the obvious discrimination towards humans from the man who she assumed must be some sort of alien.

"Now you're asking the right questions."

"Am I going to get answers then?" Clara tried bravely, unsure where to look as she still couldn't see whoever it was that she was talking to.

"Hmm, good question… But is it good enough to warrant an answer?"

"Look, I just-"

"With all due respect, I'm going to go back to pretending you don't exist. You were much more fun when you were freaking out."

"Wait! Don't…" Clara paused, suddenly feeling hopelessly alone. She shuddered slightly at the eerie silence now that the voice had gone. "H- Hello?" She tried hopefully, met with the quiet stillness of the cage. She looked around in another futile attempt to catch a glimpse of the stranger but there was no sign that anyone had ever been there.

She swallowed thickly, realising that this man, or whatever he was, might be her only chance of escape. She sat down slowly onto the cold hard ground, unsure that her legs would be able to support her for much longer. She shivered at the seemingly increasing drop in temperature, peering out into the gloomy silence.

"Don't you want to hear my story?" She called out hopefully, glancing around subtly for any form of movement. "Come on, I know you're curious."

There was a long pause, and for a moment Clara almost began to wonder had she been hallucinating, was she really alone after all.

"Fine."

Clara snapped her head up at the return of the voice but couldn't pinpoint its location, it seemed to fill the whole room.

"Fine what?" She tried a small smile, unable to help herself.

"You know what," The voice grumbled. "Just make it good."

"Sorry," Clara looked at the ground, fighting to contain her devious smile. "No can do."

"Wh- What did you just say to me?"

Clara noticed the disbelieving voice approach slightly but continued looking at the ground in an attempt to remain composed. She could tell the owner of the voice liked games, he didn't like boring. She decided this wasn't someone she wanted to get on the bad side of, but she needed to know who he was.

"My mother always told me not to talk to disembodied voices."

Clara could've sworn she heard a low amused chuckle come from somewhere in the shadows around her.

"Well, how's that going for you?" Was the unhelpful reply.

"Your choice," Clara tried hopefully, small smile dancing around her mouth.

"Well, you could've just asked."

Clara gasped and snapped her head up to see a young man looking down at her with an amused smirk. His blond hair was slightly ruffled, and he was dressed surprisingly casually. His lips were twisted into a grim smile but his blue eyes remained cold, Clara noticed. A small chill went down her spine, and instinct told her that this man, or whatever he was, was dangerous, and that she should run, but where could she run to? She remained seated on the ground, feeling trapped as her eyes met his.

"Voilà!" He grinned, gesturing at himself. "Neat party trick, right?"

Clara nodded weakly. She had never encountered someone who could make themselves turn invisible on any of her adventures with the Doctor. She wondered just how powerful this man really was. He looked human, but Clara could tell he wasn't. She could feel it somehow, a strong vibe telling her that there was something extraordinary about him, but she couldn't pinpoint what. She was well used to aliens that looked like humans and knew not to be naïve about what he was.

She was broken out of her trace by two fingers snapping in front of her face impatiently.

"Hey there beautiful dreamer, awaken," He clapped his hands loudly as he finished speaking in a sing-song tone and Clara blinked, opening her mouth to speak but unsure of what to say. She felt way out of her depth. The man straightened up again and leant back, folding his arms and cocking his head to the side as he looked at her blankly, his eyes dancing with mischief. "What, your vocal cords get severed on the way down to Hell?"

"I just- Wait, what did you just say?" Clara snapped her head up to gaze at the man in shock at his choice of words. "Hell? What do you mean?"

"Well, let's see," The man raised a finger to his mouth as if in thought. "Hell, fiery pit, home of the Devil and all things evil-Don't you kids have internet these days?"

"Oi, seriously," Clara struggled to her feet, noting that she was still a lot shorter than the man but feeling slightly more confident at being more level with him. "What's this about Hell? Where am I?"

"One hundred dollars to the lucky person who can guess what this girl's favourite phrase is."

"I'm being serious!" Clara took a deep breath to try and calm herself, getting more anxious by the second.

The man cocked his head to the side and gave her a calculating look, amusement and malice in his deep blue eyes.

"You know," He began, a sinister smile beginning to form on his face, chilling Clara to the bone. "I can't decide which is more fun, not telling you where you are and letting you go stir crazy over it with your cute little assumptions or actually telling you and watching you freak out and doubt your whole life."

"I- Wh- What-"

"Either way it'll be hilarious-"

"Listen to me!" Clara waved her hand at him to gain his attention again. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, I don't know where I am, I-" She stopped, her voice catching on the lump in her throat, not wanting the man to see her cry. He was obviously dangerous and she didn't know how long she'd be stuck here with him, she didn't want him to see her as being weak.

"Just…" She began again, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "Just please…. Please tell me where I am. I deserve that much at least."

"What makes you think you deserve anything?" The man's features twisted into something darker, causing fear to grow in Clara. "I thought I deserved more than this- But what did I get? Nothing. No- Worse than nothing. Stuck in here for the rest of eternity, betrayed," He snarled the words and then stopped, glaring at Clara again. She didn't know how to respond, confusion clouding her mind.

"You really haven't guessed yet?" He shook his head with a small smirk. Clara froze, dread pooling in her already churning stomach as she shook her head slowly and swallowed. The man grinned, stepping back and throwing his arms wide.

"You're in Hell, sweetheart!" He yelled, his words bouncing painfully off the cold walls of the prison and sending a chill down Clara's spine. "And you know what the best part is? You get to be roommates with the person who created it all!"

"Who- Who are you?" Clara took a step back, frightened. She had a horrible feeling she already knew the answer.

"You have many names for me," The man took a step closer with a smirk. "But let's stick with my favourite, shall we? My name is Lucifer."

SO that's the first chapter down, phew :D Whaddaya think, yay or nay?

Think I should continue? Anyone interested? Was it any good?

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