AN: Soooo, I know very little of what happens in future episodes of Emmerdale since I cant find whole epiodes anywhere. All I've seen is playlists with Jebbie scenes and what's important for their story, so I basically know nothing (I'm Jon Snow Dun Dun Duuuuun). All I know of what will happen is that Debbie dyes her hair blonde, she gets another kid and gets Sarah back... that's it. Oh, and that thing with her dating another dud (let's just pretend he doesn't exist since I know nothing about him)


Clara was in the recently white painted kitchen, making a sandwitch and packing a bottle of ice tea in her bag when she heard the humming of the TARDIS followed by frantic knocks on the door. "Come in, doctor!" She called and the door opened. "I'm in the kitchen."

"So, past, future or planet?" He asked once he entered the kitchen. "It's monday, doctor." "Oh- Can you still come?" He asked. "Well, you've got a time machine, but I just- I made a descicion to do something and if I don't do it now, I might change my mind." She answered. The doctor noticed she avoided eye-contact.

"What are you going to do?"

"Meet a friend", She answered quickly. "Hm", he said plainly "Anyone I know? And why would change your mind about it?" He asked a bit more worried now. She started biting her lower lip and looked down at the table.

"No, you don't know her. I haven't seen her since 2009, so I'm a bit nervous I guess." She replied whilst packing the sandwitch in her bag. "Going far?" "Yes, it's all the way to Yorkshire", Clara stated, her voice was starting to shake.

"Is something wrong, Clara?" He asked her, trying to look into her eyes. "You don't know everything about me, doctor", She whispered and sat down at a chair. The doctor did the same.

"When I was 15, almost 16, I stayed in with my uncle, Ashley, in this village called Emmerdale for the summer. I was as far from happy about it, but I made some friends. Daz and, eventually, Debbie. We hated eachother first, but we got close. Really close." She looked up at him, waiting for him to realise. "Ooooh", He said once the realisation came. His eyes as round as his mouth had become. Clara couldn't help the chuckle.

"Anyways, stuff happened and we broke up. Became friends again after a while, and then I started working on this journalist story. The local criminal family, the McFarlens. There were this cop I met at the pub, his name was Shane Doyle, kind of liked him a bit. I didn't just go out with him for information. Debbie warned me to stay away from it, though. I should've listened. I searched through his apartment because I was starting to really think he was too involved with the McFarlens and I found a bag full of money and drugs." Her voice was starting to become weak again at this stage.

"Shane came home and I couldn't run out, so I had to hide somewhere. I thought he wouldn't find me. I thought he was about to leave." A tear streamed down the face and the doctor instinctly reached out his hand to hers. "He- he tried to-" Clara stuttered.

She cleared her throat and tried again. "He tried to rape me. He would've and he would probably had killed me afterwards hadn't Debbie found me. She hit him unconsious and just when we were about to leave he woke up and attaced her. I picked up the chair leg and hit him. And I kept on hitting him. It was like I couldn't stop, doctor." She sobbed, shaking her head and looking down at the table, biting her lip and holding his hand tighter. What did he think of her now that he knew she was a killer?

"We hid the evidence and the body with the help of her cousin, Eli, and I was so scared, but it seemed like the McFarlens got the blame, that was until new evidence showed up. Me and Debbie had gotten together again and decided to run away, but she got caught. After a while I returned to Emmerdale, burst into her court and confessed everything. I got sentenced to four years, and on her visit I told her she had to move on and not come to visit me because it would stop both of us from moving on", She couldn't stop the tears and the doctor wrapped her tightly in his arms.

"I changed my name from Jasmine Thomas to Clara Oswald, to make sure she wouldn't find me." She whispered into his shirt.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed like that. Clara just knew that she felt so safe in his arms, but she was losing precious time. "You must hate me, now." She said "Why would I do that?" He asked and took her face in his hands so that she had to look him in the eyes. "I could never hate you, Clara. Come on, I can give you a lift, you'll have more time then, spare you the long drive."