Clara Oswald's Historical Fight Club

Clara Oswald walked into the TARDIS with a smile on her face, strolling up to the central console to stand next to the Doctor. He looked over at her, his brow slightly furrowed.
"What's going on with your face?" he asked. Clara rolled her eyes.
"I'm smiling, Doctor! Remember that? I've seen you do it. Not so much since the regeneration, but still... Look at us! All of time and space at our fingertips!" The Doctor nodded, a small smile creeping across his face as well.
"Did you have a destination in mind, Clara?"
"Sort of..." she said, turning to face him, one hand leaning on the console. "Do you ever get the urge to... fight someone?" The Doctor frowned again.
"You know how I feel about ****."
"Not like that, I mean..." She sighed, her nose scrunching up as she tried to verbalize her mood. "Like, you get this feeling inside you, where you want a connection. And you don't really know if it's lust, or anger, or loneliness, or something else entirely, but if you could just get up close and personal with another person, grabbing them, battling... maybe you'd figure it out." She looked up at the Doctor, his face blank, head slightly cocked. "What am I saying, of course you don't get that. But I do!"
"Right..." the Doctor said slowly, puzzlement on his face. "What's your point?"
"That there's a whole universe of people out there!" Clara replied, grabbing his arm in her excitement. "You've got a spaceship - a time machine - that can let you go to any place, any time, in the whole of existence! We went on a picnic with Jane Austen! Sailed the sky-trenches of Uranus with Kafka! Admittedly there's been a lot of authors lately, but the point is that this-" She slapped her hand against the console for emphasis; the TARDIS groaned in protest. "- can set me up with the greatest fight club ever. You can take me to anyone, past or future, terrestrial or non, and I can fight them until we figure out what the feeling is. Are you in?"
"Clara," the Doctor sighed. "I'm the last of my kind, the owner of the last remaining TARDIS, the de facto protector of the entire universe, and you want us to fly off to fulfill some fantasy you dreamt up last night?" He smiled, reaching for the nearest lever. "Of course I'm in!"