A Rule27NeverKnowinglyBeSerious fanfic

Sorry for the delay in update, it was meant to be two weeks but it turned into two months and I'm sorry for that. Honestly I got distracted with family coming into town, going out-of-town, for a while I was obsessed with Merlin and Merlin Fanfiction and finally school started on Wednesday and I have meant to get back ever since.

But before I get into the story, let me answer a review.

Dear Guest, sorry but Finn's not an assassin. She just happens to have a severe self-sacrificing complex.

Well, without further ado…

Chapter 13: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

Rome, 87 BC.

"Thanks for helping me carry these baskets, Milo," a young girl said to her male companion.

She looked about 15 with long auburn hair fashioned into a braid and was wearing a peach toga with golden thread running around her waist and matching gold bracelets.

Her companion looked a year or two older, had white-blond hair and was wearing a navy toga.

He nervously smiled at her and said, "It's my pleasure Helena. Can't have a woman of your standards lugging…uh…remind me, what am I carrying?"

Helena giggled and readjusted her grip on her basket before saying, "It's the Sisters new cloth, they're preparing for the festival and are making cloaks for all the sisters," she gestured to the red silk.

"I guess you'll be wearing one then," Milo slightly saddened by these words, but didn't show it.

"Oh, gods no," Helena giggled, "I'm not a Sister, merely a novice. I won't be joining the Sisters for years. And…when the time comes… there's a chance I won't join…" She bit her lip and glanced over at him.

His face scrunched up in confusion, "Why not? You'd make a great Sister," He didn't want her to be a Sister, but to be selected as a novice meant she was being looked at for possible Sisterhood, and it was a great honor with a great future. One she wouldn't get with him.

"Yes, but it means I would never be allowed to marry or even have relations with a man. The Sisters must stay pure for the Gods… and… I don't know… if a boy strikes my fancy I might… give it all up…for the sake of being… with him," She bit her lip a bit harder and silently prayed to Juno and Venus that Milo wasn't oblivious to her attempt to flirt.

His face reverted to normal and into realization, "You mean…"

They stopped on path they were walking to the Sister's temple and faced each other.

Helena's smile lit up her face as she breathed, "Yes,"

The task forgotten, the teens drew closer and…

BOOM!

A large crack echoed throughout the sky and town.

It was early evening and the sun was setting. All of the sudden, clouds filled the sky, drowning the sun.

The wind howled and the teens held onto each other as the wind whipped around them.

Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder roared over Rome. Another crack and an explosion of light burst from the clouds.

Helena looked up from her place against Milo's shoulder and saw a beam of light shooting towards them.

She quickly grabbed his hand and yelled at him to run. They abandoned the baskets and ran until they heard a crash and banging of stones behind them.

They stopped running and looked at the scene before them.

Some object fell from the heavens and embedded itself in the road. Dirt and stones were thrown back in a semi-circle, cradling the object.

Milo held onto Helena's hand as they crept closer. They each took a deep breath and peered into the crater as the smoke cleared.

Helena gasped and drew closer to Milo. "Is that what I think it is?"

He nodded gravely and gazed at a pale porcelain hand wrapped in some strange blue cloak.

A small smile on her lips, her eyes glistening with tears as she said to him "Haven't you realized Doctor? I always come back,"

She turned from him, towards certain death. Her back straight, head held high and his hearts broke as he heard her last words, "Geronimo," Then she was gone. Sucked into the Time Vortex. Lost to him, to Clara, to the universe. His knees couldn't hold him anymore and he fell to them, his gaze on the floor.

She was wrong. Finn was wrong.

She wouldn't come back. Not this time. He couldn't save her. No one could.

Serafinn was dead and he felt empty.

Gentle hands were placed on his shoulders and soft voice whispered in his ear.

But he couldn't hear her, her sweet words of comfort. He didn't deserve it, anything she offered him.

He didn't deserve anything. This was the universe's cruel way of telling him that.

Clara couldn't believe it. Finn was gone.

The image of Finn's last smile, her eyes full of tears but none falling and her last words.

"Haven't you realized Doctor? I always come back,"

Clara knew how the Vortex worked. It was a thing of beauty, but there was nothing deadlier.

Finn would never come back.

She saw the Doctor fall to his knees, head bowed. She could imagine what was going through his mind.

They started off shaky but grew close in the time Finn had come into their lives.

It seemed too cruel. The Doctor was a kind man, he didn't deserve this, no one did.

Still shaky with tears, she walked over to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She bent over and whispered words of comfort and kindness in his ear. He gave her no acknowledge.

She straightened and glared at the Queen. How someone could kill a person - a young girl - like that was beyond Clara. The Queen jerked her chin at Clara and the Doctor, and soon guards flanked them.

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Before she knew it, they were back at the TARDIS. The Doctor was tossed in front of the doors.

He had refused to speak or move so the guards had dragged him. Clara was worried; she had never seen the Doctor like this. Usually she was begging him to shut up. Now she was begging for a single sound.

She removed the chain around her neck where she kept a copy of the TARDIS key the Doctor gave her. She pushed it into the lock and opened the door quickly. She, then, grabbed the Doctor's arm and dragged him into the TARDIS. She then slammed the door in the guards' faces.

She slid her arms under the Doctor's shoulders and heaved him over to the console. She stuffed him in a chair and proceeded to launch them into the Time Vortex.

The TARDIS' lights dimmed and brightened as if trying to say something. She then hummed and made more mechanical noises. Clara sighed and looked over at the Doctor.

His head was on his chest, hands in his lap and he was staring at the floor.

The TARDIS whined again. Clara leaned back against the console and bit her thumbnail. She had no idea what to do. The Doctor was broken and she couldn't fix him.

Helena was pacing outside the healer's chambers. Anise and Penelope were in there working on the girl she and Milo found.

When the smoke had fully cleared she saw the girl. Pale porcelain skin with midnight hair and strange blue streaks in it. The girl wore strange clothes too: a dark blue cape over some sort of small black corset and white shift. She had a strange skirt; it wrapped around her legs, was sewn tight against her thighs and was made from material Helena had never seen. She also wore lace bracelets on her knees, which were tucked in her boots.

Helena had never seen such fashion statements before. Could the girl be from the North? Celtic, maybe? She was unconscious when they brought her in and hadn't woken up yet.

But if she was Celtic then why did she come from the sky? Helena could only come to one conclusion.

The girl her and Milo rescued was in truth… a goddess.

Finn's head hurt. No it was on fire.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted the Doctor. And Clara. She wanted the TARDIS.

She just wanted the pain to stop.

But she couldn't move. She couldn't do anything.

She was trapped.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see, hear, smell or touch.

Where was she? She was in the Vortex.

All she could remember was hurtling towards the ground.

Then there was nothing.

Was she dead?

No, if she was dead there wouldn't be pain.

She, then, heard something.

It sounded like voices.

She couldn't understand them. They weren't speaking English.

Then it hit her. She fell through the Time Vortex. She was separated from the TARDIS.

No TARDIS, no language matrix.

Great, she thought sarcastically to herself, this day just gets better and better.

Hey, tell me what you thought. I was going to make it longer but I haven't uploaded in a while, so I didn't want to keep you waiting. Anyway, school's started so I won't have a ton of time, but I'll try my best to upload at least once a week. So, please review or shoot me some feedback or any ideas you have about this story.

Love, Rule27NeverKnowinglyBeSerious