I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 6

Dave Oswald was a sophisticated man. But he also had a huge heart. To say his relationship with his daughter was a strong one would be lying though. They had never been especially close. It had started when she became a teenager. He guessed that she just needed her Mum there for all her girly problems, but it put a slight damper of the relationship they used to have. Clara tended to rely on her mother for things and never really told her dad many personal things about her life.

He still loved Clara more than anything, and would give up the world for her, but he doubted she really knew that. He knew that right now, more than ever, they needed each other, but Clara had barely come out of her room in the days that followed her Mum's death.

He hadn't even questioned it when she claimed she was ill on the Tuesday morning. He knew that it was caused from grief, but she looked like she was in a state and he highly doubted that it would actually be suitable for her to go to school. He had gone to work, as he always did, much to the distaste of Clara. She had pointed out how horrible it was to act like nothing was wrong, but it was the only way Dave knew how to cope. Otherwise he would end up spending his time thinking about Ellie, and then he would fall into a pit of sorrow from which he might never escape.

The moment he got home from work that day, he decided he needed to go and have a talk with her. A decent heart-to-heart that they both needed. Maybe he could step in for her mother to heal the wound.

He climbed the stairs slowly, not hearing any noise from here room. But then, she had been virtually silent most of the time anyway.

When he reached her door, he hesitated before knocking. He didn't want her to get angry with him or start a fight. But his instincts very quickly got the better of him, and he knocked on her gently, calling out her name.

When he received no reply that told him to go away, he slowly opened the door. The sight he found on the inside was far from what he had expected and he was stuck in-between running away screaming or shouting at Clara.

His daughter was lying on top of a random boy, who was in her bed. Better than that, she was asleep on top of him.

Dave felt his face burn up in anger and he gave a loud cough, which Clara stirred at.

She gently rubbed her eyes as she heard a noise once again. Clara sat up, moving off John slowly to turn around and face whoever it was. Her mind had been slightly side-tracked away from her brain in that moment, and it didn't occur to her until it was too late on who exactly the person behind her would be.

Her eyes widened at the sight of her father, who looked angrier than she had ever seen him before. But most of all, he looked confused and hurt. She had no idea why he had decided to come into her bedroom. He never came into her room, not for anything.

"Oh my God Dad, get out!" Clara shouted, suddenly feeling wide awake. She was extremely aware of John's body moving beside her, waking up from the sudden scream. She was also very aware of her father's eyes which were glued on John.

Clara felt herself getting angrier that her Dad had chosen to burst in on her private life when he never had felt the need to before. When he didn't move, she stood up off the side of the bed and pointed to the door. "Now!" She screamed one more time.

John fully woke at that and rubbed his eyes as he realised what was happening. He also noted the position him and Clara had fallen asleep in and knew that this wasn't going to be good for them. Considering he had never even met Clara's father before, he knew that this was going to be one hell of a conversation.

He jumped out of the bed at a mega speed and shot a panicked look at Clara, who looked more angry than he'd ever seen her before. It seemed that she had a very short temper when it came to her father, although John really couldn't blame her in this one situation. But he definitely felt sorry for Dave.