A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback last chapter, I'm so sorry I broke all of your hearts but don't give up hope yet! Please review! :)

"So you're not...together anymore?" Amy asked the Doctor who was currently lying across her sofa. She knew Clara wasn't going to be keen on the idea of him helping out his ex but she didn't think they'd resort to breaking up.

"Doesn't seem so," he replied bitterly. Rory taken to the kitchen making a cup of Earl Grey which always seemed to help cheer him up.

"OK," she sighed, "tell me everything that happened."

"I don't want to talk about it," he said burrowing his head further into the brown pillows.

"You do! You did come over here for a reason you know. You need your best friends!"

The Doctor turned to give her a look before exhaling. Rory came back into the room with a large teapot in hand before placing it on the table before him. The Doctor sat up and poured his tea before clapping his hands together.

"I told Clara I was leaning toward helping out River and she asked why. I guess it didn't come out the way I meant it to because she was firm in her belief that I still love River. Which is ridiculous, of course. She didn't take any of it. And that is exactly what happened," he said before taking another gulp.

Rory widened his eyes. "That doesn't sound like Clara. She's usually so...open-minded...accepting."

The Doctor shrugged.

"Well she probably isn't when it concerns her love life, Rory! It's a touchy subject, to be honest, I'm not completely surprised. I don't know how I would handle it either if I were in her situation," Amy said.

The Doctor leaned back into the sofa and frowned.

"What are you going to do now, mate? Still go through with helping River?" Rory asked.

"I mean...if I don't this would have all been for moot. If she ends up in jail for the rest of her life it'll be on my conscious forever. If she's free, I couldn't really care less."

"Makes sense," Rory shrugged.

"Is this what you told Clara?"

"Er,.. yeah, just in different words."

"Different words can take different meanings, Doctor."

He breathed deeply and ran a hand through his quiff. "It isn't over, OK? I haven't lost her for good. I just need to get this River stuff sorted before and then I can solely focus on her...like she deserves."

"What if it doesn't work?" Rory asked.

"I won't give up," he said firmly, "she's the light of my life."

On the other end of town River was currently rummaging through her hotel room, throwing everything she owned into her suitcase, and muttering curse words as she struggled to find all of her items quickly. The phone rang and her actions stopped, her heart began beating wildly as she took hold of the phone.

"Hello, Ms. Song?"

"Yes, hello?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yes we are just calling to confirm that you are scheduled to leave in about half an hour."

"Oh, yes! I am, don't worry, in fact I'll be out sooner."

"Great, thank you for your service, Ms. Song, we hope you choose us for your visit the next time."

She ended the call before muttering, "Not bloody likely." Throwing on her trench coat and scarf, she swiped on her lipstick before looking at herself in the mirror. From all she's been through as a child until this moment, and this is who she becomes. A double agent on the run. She knew asking the Doctor for help was pointless, it was a big favour; she knew to ask him to go against himself and testify against something that was the truth was a stretch. She only had so much time and could no longer wait on anyone, she just knew the only thing she had now was to run. Run as far and fast as she can from the country she called home. A trip to the Sahara sounded nice; maybe she could take to archaeology. Create a new identity, new life. It wasn't hard, she'd done it before with the Doctor; become a different person. She sighed as she soaked in the now spotless room; her life wrapped up in that one suitcase, ready to leave. There was only one thing left to do as she grabbed a pen and leaf of paper.

The Doctor arrived home late that night, not able to come into his flat and be reminded of Clara; her small items and fixtures that seemed to be present in every room some way. The night was cold and still but it didn't compare to how he felt on the inside. He walked up to the steps and stuck the key in his flat before realising a small note was jutting out from underneath the door. He quickly leaned down to pick it up and froze at the familiar scrawl of his name he'd gotten use to seeing when he worked back at TARDIS. He ripped open the envelope, eyes scanning quickly to read the note.

Doctor,

I don't really know how to start this but here it goes: I'm leaving. For good. It might not seem like that much of a shock to you; I always end up running from things. The last thing I wanted to do though was to apologise. Apologise for every single thing I've ever done to you: all the lies, the false hopes, everything. You probably won't ever forgive me but I just wanted to let you know. I can't count on you to help me out on my trial—it's not fair and I don't expect you to so the only thing I can do is leave. I'm going and never coming back. Where, I don't know. If anyone comes for you, tell them you know nothing. I'm taking along all the lessons you've taught me: patience, dedication, and kindness in hopes that one day I can lead a life akin to yours. I'm so happy you've found happiness again. You and Clara deserve the best and I sincerely mean it. She loves you—I can see it written all over her face so don't be stupid like I was and let go of that. Well, I know you don't like goodbyes (no matter the circumstances) so...I'll see you.

River

His eyes swept across the sheet back and forth as he shook his head in disbelief, biting his lip. He didn't know how to respond; she was running and though he didn't like the fact that she always seemed to do that, it was better than the alternative. He didn't have to worry about her anymore; she was gone for good. Free, and he didn't even have to do anything. He laughed breathlessly, happy she recognised her mistakes in their false relationship, it was all he ever wanted. It quickly turned into a frown as he realised the first person he wanted to talk to was Clara and she didn't even want to talk to him. He moped back into his flat as his sadness returned.

He laid in bed wide awake that night and brainstormed all the ways he could apologise to the woman he loved. That was his sole mission now and he couldn't bring himself to do anything else with him knowing he caused her broken heart. His eyes drooped as sleep began to overtake him and fell asleep that night dreaming of the small brunette he was so hopelessly in love with.

A/N: Hope you lot liked this one, things are going to wrap up pretty soon so please review!