I have returned! So I did decent on my finals, had a blast in Chicago, and one week after, I'm back with a new chapter!

I just now realized how few shippers of Space Girlfriends there are. Like seemingly no one. Wow.

Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. If I owned it, a certain two characters would've gotten a LOT more screen time.


The library was silent and nearly dark, the only light being a few glowing ashes in the fireplace.

"I've never seen the stars up close before." A voice penetrated the emptiness. "Do you think we could make it so there's a window in here? Like a big glass dome window so we can see the universe…"

Clara sighed. "I think we can do that. The TARDIS can transform at her will. Maybe if we ask her nicely, she'll-"

At that moment, the ceiling phased away, revealing a glass dome that allowed the room to be bathed in starlight.

Ashildr's eyes were glowing with a childlike wonder as she sat up and marveled at the cosmos. "I've never seen anything so beautiful!"

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Yeah… I'm old enough to have seen nearly every star die, and now just getting to be here in the vast universe… It's incredible."

A comet zipped by, leaving trails of shimmering stardust in its wake.

"What do we call this?" Clara asked, taking Ashildr's hand, feeling the other girl's pulse as if it were her own. "Our little system, what is it? Is one of us a companion? Are we friends? Partners in crime? Traveling companions?"

"I… I don't know. But does it even matter? We're here, aren't we? We don't need a fancy title. No 'Doctors', no 'Companions'. Just Clara and Ashildr in the TARDIS."

"That just sounds… Right. Like it was meant to be."

"This is going to sound a bit weird, but you've made me feel again, Clara. Before we started traveling together, I was alone watching the last stars die. I thought I'd lost the capability for emotion centuries before, but clearly I was wrong. You're just so… Happy, and it's contagious. So is your smile and your laugh. You're just radiating with joy, and I can't help but be happy whenever you're near." She laughed at herself. "I know this sounds stupid and cheesy, but I-"

"It's not cheesy. I was going to say the same, actually."

"What do you mean? You may qua"

"My boyfriend died a little over a year ago, and after that, I became reckless. As you know, I went too far… Even a few days ago, I was terrified that I'd been brought back, that I was breaking all the laws of the universe. Somehow, I'm a lot happier, even just in the past few days." She turned her attention to the stars once more. "I guess I've come to terms with the fact that it's you, me, and the universe. I've more than come to terms with it, actually I'm excited for it. However long we may be together, I truly am looking forward to it."

"Yeah, you're stuck with me." Ashildr smiled.

"I wasn't complaining." Clara laughed. Ashildr decided that she really liked Clara's laugh.

The ship rotated, giving a brilliant view of a gigantic red star.

"Look at the stars, Ashildr. Well, not necessarily that big one, but one way off in the distance."

"Yeah, what about them?"

"Look at just one star. One point of light in the vast emptiness of space. In reality, it's a burning sphere of gas light years away. It burns on and on, providing light and heat to the planets that orbit it. There could be life there, actual beings walking and dancing and dreaming and living." Ashildr was entranced, the way Clara smiled at the thought of seeing the stars, the way her deep brown eyes shimmered with excitement and starlight. "Pick a star, Ashildr. We're going somewhere new."

"Picking a star can wait… That red star is a supermassive red giant. I've seen enough stars die to know that this one's bound to blow any minute now."

"We'd better head to the console room so we can get out of here."

The two girls stood up to leave, but unfortunately they were too late. The star behind them exploded in an instantaneous flash of light, rocking the smaller-on-the-outside spaceship.

Time seemed to freeze in a moment of panic as the shockwave of the supernova rattled the ship, sending Ashildr toppling into Clara. They hit the floor with a thud, their bodies pressed together and their faces merely inches apart.

"Are you okay?" Clara asked, breaking the silent tension that had loomed in the air for several seconds prior.

"Um…" Ashildr was strangely at a loss for words. Why was she so flustered?

"Is that a yes or a no?"

Ashildr wanted to answer, she really did. But she couldn't get past her current position. It would be impossibly easy to lean forward and close the small gap between their lips. She couldn't talk, as her mouth went dry at the thought of what she could do in this situation.

"Ashildr? Seriously, answer me!"

"I'm fine!" Ashildr exclaimed, finally breaking out of her dreamlike trance.

"If you're fine, then can I ask you to do one quick little thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind, y'know… Getting off of me?"

"Um… Yeah… Sorry." Ashildr stood up and Clara followed suit. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, I just needed a second to recover and I was thinking and… Point is, I'm fine. You're okay, right?"

"Yeah. It was a bit of a hard landing, but I think I'll be alright. Not actually sure how pain works with the whole 'frozen in time' thing."

"Did you feel any real pain?"

"No."

"Weird. Maybe we can figure that out… I mean, hopefully we won't, seeing as to discover how pain works would involve inflicting injury." She paused. "Nevermind, I don't want to find out. I really do care about you, and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt."

Clara laughed, seeming to brush off the other girl's sentimentalities. "You're sweet, Ashildr." She kissed the other girl's forehead. "Thank you for being so caring."

"Clara, there's something I've meant to say for a while now…"

"Go ahead."

"Erm-" Before Ashildr could say anything, an alarm started to ring.

"Dammit, we waited too long! The supernova's probably caused damage to the ship!" Clara turned towards the door. "Hurry up, we have to go to the console room!"

"I'm coming, I just have to… Make sure all my journals are still in the right place, all still on their shelves.

"This isn't the time for that! ...But… I know how important your journals are to you. Make it fast, we've lost enough time already."

As soon as Clara left, Ashildr picked up her current journal, and hurriedly wrote:

Log 471-520-728-005-A

Yeah, so...

I made a mistake.

I think I've fallen in love.


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