Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or Legend of Zelda, or Star Trek... or anything... the only thing I can claim ownership on is how it's all come together in the cocktail-shaker and has been poured out into the story glasses, yes that's right I'm not an author I'm a bartender, enjoy your drinks, no two are ever the same.

A/n:This is just a bit of a rambling, I like to do these, rant and drabble combined, tell me what you think of it.

This is a "companion" to "A Link Through Time" - but you don't need to read it because I'll explain everything anyway, I may actually set out to write the actual stories in the future, but for now...

Summary: Clara sets out to write down her lives she knows there is one story she shouldn't be writing and that it is never ever to be read, especially by the Doctor, but when the temptation's too great for him what will be the result of his learning the biggest secret in existence?

Guardian of Eternity

Chapter 1

The Impossible Series

Clara knew that though she was born to save the Doctor there was always someone else there too, tending to the Time Lords complicated time-stream like a gardener, planting things around him to assist him and some things to hinder him, where Clara had become echoes and had been scattered in a million different places to live and die to save the Doctor, the other travelled about in one form tending away as one continuous life.

Clara had already written a number of her lives down in separate diaries, and the collection was continuously getting bigger, they had only been echoes of her but she felt like each and every one was still a part of her so she sought to write them down to cherish all of those unique experiences, being careful about writing the details of the worlds that they lived and died in, and now she was writing the one story that even the Doctor didn't know about.

Clara never knew the other's name, only that the young woman was responsible for a lot of the most important developments in the Doctor's life, in the development of the Time Lords... possibly the entire universe was her garden made up of purposefully planted seeds that grew and died and all life thrived in her care.

Clara frowned and flexed her fingers, there was so much to be written but right now she needed a drink. 'Tea...'

She headed downstairs with the laptop under her arm, she couldn't stand the idea of leaving this unfinished, she wasn't sure how long she hadn't slept for, but she couldn't part from it all...

She flicked the kettle on and settled down at the dinning room table it was the middle of the night now, so there was no interruptions to be had.

'Now what is your name?' Clara mumbled still trying to work it out, it was hard when the woman was referred to by obscure names in all of the different places that Clara had been born into... but as she sought to settle on one name in particular there was a knock on the door and Clara got up to a stand she checked the clock on the corner of the computer screen and a smile came to her face, it was Wednesday, had been all day, which meant... she headed to the front door and opened it to find the happy and cheerful 11th Doctor.

'Clara...' His face fell as he looked at her. 'You look awful.'

She rolled her eyes. 'Hello to you to, Doctor.' She turned from him and headed back to the kitchen. 'I just boiled the kettle, would you like a tea?' She knew the answer already.

'So how've you been?' The Doctor asked awkwardly joining her in the kitchen.

'Fine.' Clara said as she set to work making the pot of tea, she glanced over her shoulder to look at him, he had pulled the computer around to see what she had been doing. In a flash Clara was slamming it shut and gave him a very deep glare. 'Not that one.' She said forcefully. He blinked and she took the computer away from his reach. 'I'm sorry.' She said awkwardly. 'But that one you can't read.'

'Why not?' He asked.

'Because it's...' She didn't know the right words to explain it. 'Timey-whimey.' She settled on with a smile, she really had to appreciate the simplified version of the complex explanation now that she had her own complicated explanations to give him.

He looked to the laptop thinking it over and looked up at her. 'Why write it down then?'

'Because...' She took a steady breath and gave a shrug. 'I don't want to forget it all.' She gave him a point. 'This one you can't see though.'

He gave a slight pout at the idea. 'Timey-whimey, huh?'

She gave a nod.

'Alright!' He said straightening. 'I won't read it...'

Clara gave him a solid look and gave a nod.

'So is this why you look like you haven't slept in a week?'

Clara shook her head. 'Only started on that one today.' She said calmly. 'It's the others that have kept me from sleeping.'

'Others...' He repeated.

She gave a nod.

'You're writing them all down?' He realised out loud.

Clara gave him a smile. 'Yes.'

'Why?' He asked completely puzzled.

She smiled as she set about pouring the tea. 'I don't want to forget them and I know I will only remember pieces of them if I don't write them all down.' She explained.

The Doctor gave a chuckle. 'Diary of An Impossible Girl.' He said as she handed him his cup.

'Yes, I know...' She sighed knowing that it was a bit silly an idea of keeping a diary at her age.

'You've got something to sell there.' He said calmly.

'Yeah, if only I could make it that little bit more fictional so that it isn't filled with vast amounts of obvious spoilers.' She said sitting down and sipping at her cup.

'Why not? My diary was published.' He said with a shrug

'Yes, but you didn't live entire lives in so many different places in time.' She pointed out. 'Spoilers are practically everything in there.'

He gave a shrug and dropped the entire conversation as they sipped at their tea.