*throws confetti in the air* IM BAAAAAAAAAACK! And in recent days I've become ultimate shipper trash. Like there is no hope anymore. Everything I do revolves around Space Girlfriends, and it's hell, but it's GREAT!

So I bring you the next chapter, which is some plot, some shippy, and a heck of a lot of character development!


Last time...

"What do you mean?"

"Queen Victoria's got a secret, and it's up to us to find out what it is."


"How exactly do you propose we get to the bottom of this?" Annabeth asked.

Clara took charge. "We need information. Anything that could at least point us in the right direction. Question is..." She bit her lip, thinking. "How are we gonna get any information?"

"I happen to be very skilled with technology." Ashildr mentioned. "If I can find a way to hack into the government database, maybe we can figure out what's going on."

Clara smiled. "Perfect. Annabeth, what method is used for Internet access nowadays?"

The girl laughed, slightly confused. "Have you been living in a crater for the past year? AppleSoft just released a telepathic holographic computer. Lets you access information just by thinking."

"Well then," Ashildr smiled. "That makes it easier. I won't have to think and type, just think."

"There's just one little problem…" Annabeth frowned. "Lenora hasn't been integrated into the telepathic system."

"Is that going to be hard to do?" Clara asked, slightly concerned. What if that was the one thing that would prevent them from getting to the bottom of this?

"Not at all. The problem is that it can take days for the telepathic connection to become fully functional, at least for our intended purposes."

"Days?" Ashildr asked, completely and utterly shocked. "But we haven't got that kind of time! If the people who are testing the space program are in any kind of danger, we need to know now!"

"Unfortunately, that's the shortest time it could take." Annabeth sighed, her eyes full of the same worry and fear as those of the other two girls. "I'm just as concerned as you are. My parents might be in danger, and if they don't come back… If my parents die because of this…" She struggled to hold back her tears, as the very thought of losing her parents was unbearable.

"Don't cry, Annabeth." Ashildr reassured. "We're going to save them, I know it. I mean, for all we know, there might not even be any danger!"

"You're lying." Annabeth stated.

"I know I'm lying…" Ashildr agreed.

"I think what she meant was that yes, there is something conspicuous and potentially dangerous happening in this city. Yes, there is a chance that your parents and all the other people won't make it back. But if there's one thing you should keep in mind, it's that we will stop at nothing to save them. Okay?"

"Okay."


The door to Annabeth's small home opened with a creak. "Aunt Elizah, I'm home!"

"Welcome back, dear."

"Annabeth!" Felicia called, running to hug her sister. "Did you get me anything from the market?"

"The market- No! I forgot to stop there after work! I'm so sorry!" She paused. "It's just that I ran into Miss Oswald and Miss Baldwin on the way home. They told me they needed a place to stay for a few days, so I offered them to stay here."

"Well, why don't they have a place to stay?"

Annabeth quickly thought of an excuse. "You see, they've just recently arrived from the Martian colonies, and they're waiting for their home to be built, over in the North Crater district."

"Alright, I suppose they can stay here."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"There's a spare bedroom just down the hall. You two make yourselves comfortable."


Clara opened the door to reveal a dark, dusty room with two beds, a small table, and a fireplace with a few glowing embers. Clara sat down on the bed as Ashildr started a fire in the fireplace.

"We've gotten involved, then?" Ashildr asked.

"It's exactly what the Doctor would've done. Pop off to somewhere new for a visit, then get curious as soon as a child starts crying."

"Is that really how it works? You don't get involved unless there's children crying?"

"Generally."

Their conversation was cut short by three soft knocks on the wooden door. "It's Annabeth. May I come in?"

"Of course."

Annabeth was holding a small device in her hand. She summoned Ashildr, who was about to inquire as to what exactly the object was. "This is a telepathic integration transmitter." She said, pressing a small button on the device. "This might sting a bit… Sorry." She placed the device on Ashildr's temple and the machine sent a mild electric shock, causing her to wince in pain. The device beeped, signaling that it was done. "Alright. You'll be linked anywhere within a couple hours to a couple days." Annabeth stood up to leave.

"Wait… How will I know when-"

"Trust me, you'll know."


The two immortals sat across from each other, each on their own bed. After the chaos of the day, both felt they deserved a break. Ashildr appeared tired in every way; this was more action in one day than she'd seen in millennia. Clara on the other hand, was emotionally drained, but not physically tired at all. Was this a by-product of being dead?

Clara had so many burning questions about immortality and her own case of technically death.

"Are you okay?" Ashildr asked.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You don't look okay."

"I'm just tired. Not physically, but emotionally. I guess I'm not used to the fact that I'm technically dead. I can breathe, but I don't have to. I can eat, but I'm not hungry. I can rest, though I'm not tired."

"That's strange. In all my years, I've never met anyone like you." She paused. "With your condition, I mean."

"I suppose I'll just learn to deal. I mean, I'd much rather be frozen between heartbeats than actually dead."

Ashildr yawned. "Clara, I don't know how you manage, saving planets day in and day out. We've barely done anything, and I'm already dead tired."

"Well, I'm actually dead, so your argument is invalid." Clara smirked.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace. Other than that, it was silent.

Clara sighed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you mind that I call you Ashildr, or would you prefer it if I called you Me? If me calling you Ashildr makes you uncomfortable, then I-"

"We've been over this, Clara. I let people I trust call me Ashildr."

"You didn't let the Doctor-"

"Who said I trusted him? He called me Ashildr, but I never allowed him to."

"Why didn't you trust him?"

"We were friends, but that doesn't change the fact that he was the one who cursed me with this immortality in the first place! I can't trust the man who bestowed this curse upon me!"

"Think of it this way… If you weren't made immortal, then neither of us would be here right now. You're literally the reason I'm 'alive' now. You've been alone for too long, and we can finally change that. You and me, we could travel the universe forever. You'll never be alone again." Clara smiled. Ashildr loved her smile, the way her dark eyes would light up with hope and wonder as she grinned. "Now, on to the most important question: why me? Why do you trust me more than anyone else in the Universe?"

Ashildr thought for a moment before answering. "You're… Important to me, Clara."

"How so?"

"You just… You are." She smiled fondly. "I don't quite remember our first meetings, but I've read our conversations in my diaries. One thing I do remember well is that I trusted you. We were on a spaceship, the Mire ship, and I knew you would get us out of there. I've trusted you since the beginning, and even though we've only met a few times throughout my billions of years, I've always known that I could count on you. There's just something about you that… I just… I don't know what the right words are, that's how I feel. There are no words to describe how much I believe in you, how much I trust you with my life. Clara… You are the one person alive in the whole Universe whom I trust enough and care for enough to let you use my given name. Please… Call me Ashildr."

There was silence as both of them processed what Ashildr had just said. There was a weird tension in the air. It was unbearable.

Clara broke the silence. "Well… We should rest up so we'll be ready for whatever tomorrow throws at us."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."


Clara couldn't sleep. She wasn't tired, and the unfamiliar bed was cold. No amount of blankets helped.

She felt her wrist. No pulse. She concluded that maybe this was why she was cold. No pulse, no warmth. Bringing a pile of blankets with her, she sat down in front of the fireplace.

Life would be different now.

She would travel the Universe with another girl who's no stranger to immortality. This girl would hopefully heal her wounds.

She wouldn't dare let her friend know the pain, but now that the other girl was sound asleep, she was technically alone. She let the silent tears fall.

Never again would her heart beat. Not until she had the courage to return to Trap Street and face the raven. Never again would she feel her heart pounding, although she knew when her heart would be racing if it could. Earlier that day, running from the guards at the palace, she knew her heart would've been rushing. The other time was unexpected. Ashildr. For some reason, that girl would make her heart race. Why?

Never again would she see the Doctor. Her daft old man with a blue box, gone forever. That was when the real tears came. She sobbed, hopefully not loud enough to wake her friend.

She cried herself to sleep.


I am shipper trash. I admit it. I am the trashiest shipper of Space Girlfriends who ever lived. Next chapter *should* be the last in the saga... But you never know.

I'm also on the waiting list for an Ao3 account, so this story will be there asap.

JUST A WARNING: I am going to change the title of this story probably. I'm also going to change my pen name to something less dorky.

As usual, reviews are appreciated and heck, they're my motivation!