I'm going to keep Author's Notes to a minimum, but I just wanted to introduce myself and the story. This was created as a way to help cope with the events of 'Face the Raven.' If you have not seen it, then go and do so immediately, but for the time being, it is not crucial for the first few chapters. So you have time. I'll post potential spoiler alerts, but I'm sure most of you are all caught up.

I have a general idea where this is going, though there is no 'plot' so much as just thoughts and general feelings of Clara and other characters throughout the episodes. Anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you think in reviews!

- Raven

It had been the Doctor who started it; the impossibilities. He had led them to this moment, in all his traipsing and tripping and hand flapping and fidgeting. Through every twitch and quirk and readjustment of his bow tie, he had been leading her on towards the impossible.

Towards the inevitable.

Even River Song had known. She must have, or else why would she have shown up and told her all those things about him? And how is it that she had let herself forget the rule: Never let him see the damage. But she had failed. Must have failed, because she wouldn't be here if she hadn't. Wouldn't be standing there as he writhed in pain on the floor, his bow tie all crooked and his chin jutting out from his face as he tried to grit his teeth against his death.

He had led her to it. All along; it was inevitable. She had jumped in unthinking. No, she had been thinking, just not of herself. She never stopped to think what this would do to her, how impossible she would become. She didn't ponder all the 'what could possibly go wrong's. The light of his time-stream was a beacon, a siren. A promise. A promise that she would save him, no matter what the cost.

And so she had jumped, blindly, faithfully, impossibly. She jumped, and went from 'I know what I'm doing' to 'I don't know where I am.'

His voice came through, calm, rational even in the midst of her chaos. Explaining in that way of his everything she was seeing.

And then he had appeared. Somehow, inexplicably, he had shown up. Older, longer haired. White hair down to his shoulders, and a grandfatherly air about him. She didn't know how, but she knew it was him, even though he walked past her without seeing her.

A flash of red was all she got when he next appeared, and even before the red him disappeared, a young, blond, handsome one took his place. A leather jacket, a grim, determined smile. A scarf that brushed the dusty ground. She smiled, almost laughed as she realized it was all him, but then a scream shook the place, and she fell.

She was always falling, it seemed. Falling into his arms, or out of them. Falling in and out of time, over and over and over, until she couldn't even remember a time when she wasn't resting in the arms of gravity, hovering infinitely without really coming down.

Until she had. Inexplicably, she landed, and she remembered who she was. She was the Impossible Girl, born to save him. To save the Doctor, no matter what that cost. But he didn't always remember her, or why she was there, so she would whisper to him every now and then.

"Run, you clever boy. Run. And remember me."

Remember the impossible.

And he did. He got her back, he remembered, and they ran together, always impossibly together. And she would save him, and grow bolder. Stronger. More confident and more daring. More like him, with every trip and adventure. Because she could. Because she was impossible.

Because he had made her that way. Always, and forever, his Impossible Girl.