A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first Doctor Who fanfiction and I am a little nervous about posting it. I would love it if you could leave me a review and let me know what you think and if you want me to continue with this (Not sure where I want this to go yet…) I would be your best friend. Also the bolded and italic is direct quotes from the Doctor's Name.

**** DISCLAIMER!: I do not own Doctor who and/ or its affiliates. The sole rights belong to BBC and Steven Moffat.****

I don't know where I am. It's like I am breaking into a million pieces and all I can remember is that I have to save the Doctor. He always looks different, but I always know its him. Sometimes, I think I am everywhere at once, running every second. Just to find him. Just to save him. But he never hears me, almost never. I don't know where I am, I just know I am running. Sometimes, its like I've lived a thousand lives in a thousand places, I'm born. I live. I die. And always there's the Doctor. Always, I am running to the Doctor to save him again, again, and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I've always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I am going, or where I've been. I was born to save the Doctor, but the Doctor is safe now. I'm the impossible girl, and my story is done... I blew into this world on a leaf, I'm still blowing, I don't think I'll ever land... I'm Clara Oswald, I'm the impossible girl. And I was born to save the Doctor...

Clara clung onto the leaf as hard as she could. She was scared, and hurting. She felt like she was on fire, every breath she took felt like she was being torn apart by thousands upon thousands of memories, events, people. And she could not take it. She stumbled through the Doctor's time stream as the leaf guided her home. All the while the Doctor talking to her, telling her that he was in his own time stream.

"Clara! Clara! Clara, come on. Come on, to me now. You can do it, I know you can." The Doctor said in a hurried voice.

"How?" She asked as she limped around and faced the Doctor.

"Because its impossible, and you're my impossible girl. How many times have you saved me, Clara? Just this once, just for the hell of it, let me save you. You have to trust me Clara, I am real. Just one more step."

And Clara burst out into tears as she hugged the Doctor tightly. And then it all happened, she felt light headed, and all the pain came at her at once like a brick wall. She collapsed into the Doctor's arms...

"What are you going to do now, Doctor?" Jenny asked as they stood right inside the Tardis. The Doctor had just landed right back where they belonged in Victorian London.

"Well, I will make sure that Clara makes it through alright, I don't know, maybe land on a cloud..." The Doctor began to mumble to himself. Little did they know, Clara was waking up slowly.

"Doctor, don't shut us out. Don't leave us out of this we were there too." Madame Vestra stated as she watched the Doctor again, a frown still plastered onto his face.

"I won't."

"Don't forget us Doctor, I am serious. We don't want what happened to you after Amy and Rory to happen again." Jenny added.

"This is different!" The Doctor's voice growing, "Clara is NOT dead, I will NOT let her die on me. Not again."

Clara tried to open her heavy eyes with no avail, she slowly moved her head to the side where the noises were coming from. Slowly, she tried to sit up, but instantly regretted it. Opening her droopy eyes she was blinded by the lights and realized she was in the Tardis once her eyes had adjusted. "D- Doctor..." She managed to get out, but it felt like a whisper. Instantly the voices stopped as they all looked at her. In the background though, they could hear Strax yelling at a horse.

"We should go." Madame Vestra said as she gave the Doctor a wary glance and walked towards Strax.

"Take care Doctor, Clara..." Jenny nodded as she followed behind her wife.

"Will you quit waving that thing in my face?" Clara asked as she pushed the sonic screwdriver out of her face.

"Sorry." he muttered as he looked at the readings and frowned.

"What? I don't like that look, Doctor, what is it?"

He put a hand on her forehead, "You're burning up." He said as she leaned into his cold palm.

"And you're cold." She mumbled as she looked around the Tardis. "Do you always keep the lights so bright?"

"Bright?" He looked around, the Tardis was surprisingly dark, the only light was coming from the console. "Clara, I think it's time we get you to a proper bed now, instead of a chair. Can you walk?"

"Yes of course I can." She said as she started to get up but instantly regretted it.

"Hey now, I've got you." He said sadly as he picked her up in his arms.

"Mhm." She mumbled into his jacket as he blindly navigated down the corridors towards her room.

"Don't worry Clara, I will not let you die. Not this time." He promised more to himself than to her.