I'm a mess. Oh well. Here's some feels-y-ish stuff.

Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.

Keep in mind that this fic was written at 1 AM.

EDIT: I've added a few minor things just to smooth stuff out.

(Also this is in first person which is unusual for me. If/when I continue this story, I'll try to stick with third person.)

EDIT: I re-wrote this in third person because the whole first person thing was dumb.

"We've got a bit of wiggle room, yeah?"

"Wiggle room?"

"Yeah. We could, you know, stop off along the way."

"Where are we going?" Me asked, unsure of what Clara had meant by 'stopping off along the way.'

"Gallifrey." Clara smiled confidently as she pulled a lever on her new TARDIS. "The long way 'round."

"Me?" Clara asked some time later.

"Please, Clara, call me Ashildr. I trust you enough, and I understand that the whole 'Me' thing can be a bit confusing."

"Me- Ashildr, we are impossible. Neither of us should be alive, but here we are, flying back to Gallifrey in a stolen Tardis disguised as a 1950's diner."

"Are you going to run forever?"

"Forever's a hell of a long time. No one would want to do something forever. Besides, even if I wanted to, I can't."

"I know how long forever is, trust me. Immortality isn't easy. But if you could stay with me… " She held out her hand. "We could travel the universe. Two impossible girls and a diner."

"Ashildr, I'd love to, you know I would. But it's not going to work. I need to face the raven. I should've done so a long time ago. I can stay with you for a little while, sure. But I can't be immortal. My death is a fixed point in time, I have to face it eventually. Even if it wasn't fixed, I'm not willing to live forever, to suffer forever, I have no clue how you do it. I've lost too much as it is." Clara was fighting back tears at this point. "He'll remember our adventures, but he won't remember me…"

"Clara-" Ashildr tried to reassure her.

"It's not fair!" She yelled in an outburst of sorrow.

"Please... don't become what he became."

"I can't let him forget me! There has to be a way to-"

"Don't go and find a way to tear apart the universe just to get him back! That's exactly what the Doctor did to get you back, and look how it turned out for him! You're in between your last heartbeats anyway, you're as good as dead! Even if you managed to find him and make him remember… What difference would it make? You said it yourself, you can't run from your death forever."

Silence. Their hands touch, one gesture saying a thousand words.

Suddenly our Tardis lurches and stalls.

"Something's stopped us." Ashildr pointed out. "And it's definitely not Gallifrey."

"Let's find out where we are, then."

"I thought you said it was time to face the raven?"

Clara smiled. "We can do some running for a while. A little adventure never hurt anyone."

The console ejected a second pair of sonic sunglasses.

Clara pushed open the door of the 1950's diner, the little bell on the door tinkling as the pair approached a frightened blue alien.

"Hello." Clara said, as the blue man looked on in wonder and confusion. "I'm the girl that should be dead."

"And I'm the girl that can never die."

"Tell us where we are and why you pulled our ship out of the time vortex. Or else."

"Or else what?" The creature asked.

"We'll just have to kick your arse."

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought of it! I may continue this story if I ever get quality ideas. (Yes, there would probably be at least a not-so-subtly hinted ClaraxAshildr relationship... Oh well.)