Chapter 1

It was the early morning and Clara, as usual, was already up and ready. A ghost of a smile settled on her lips as she entered the console room, excited for the day's adventure. As she walked up the steps, she realised that she couldn't see the Doctor anywhere. She frowned as she scanned the room. That's funny, she thought, he's always in here when I wake up.

"Morning, Clara!" came the Doctor's jovial voice, making her jump in surprise. She looked around, but couldn't quite put her finger on where he was.

"Where are you?" she said, placing her hands on her hips as she peered around the room.

"I'm up-," he began, but before he could finish his sentence, he shouted, "Clara watch out!"

Clara flinched as a spanner hit the TARDIS floor about two feet away from her with a huge crash.

"Doctor! What the hell was that for?" she said, looking up to see the Doctor hanging upside down from a harness on the ceiling. He was fiddling with one of the spotlights, which she noticed were mostly all turned off.

"Sorry, didn't mean to let that go! Anyway, no point dwelling on the past since your head's still intact," he said, while he tried to remove the cover of the spotlight with his sonic screwdriver.

"How on earth did you get up there?" she said, puzzled at the lack of climbing aids around.

He replied as he zapped at the cables with his sonic screwdriver. "Well, funny story. I did have a ladder, but I think the TARDIS got a bit offended with the joke I told her, so she knocked it down. It's over there on the floor," he said, pointing at the area by the front door. "If you wouldn't mind picking it up," he said, but Clara was already on it. She propped it up against the the top of the console.

"And no telling anymore rude jokes to your TARDIS next time, mister," she said, with an accusing look.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't," he said. Clara wasn't convinced at his reply so she just shook her head and smiled.

"So, where we going today?" she said.

"Well, I'm not sure we'll be able to do anything. You see, I need to give the TARDIS a bit of a service. We might need to float around in the vortex for a day or two, just while I can get things fixed and sorted," he said.

"Oh, really? Shame, 'cause I'm in the mood for an adventure," she said, feeling a bit let down.

"I tell you what, why don't you go and explore the TARDIS? When we went to the centre that time, you only saw a snapshot of what's to be seen here!" he said.

"Alright then, that doesn't sound like a bad idea!"

"Okay! Have fun!" the Doctor shouted behind her as she left the console room.

Clara went through the door and down one of the main corridors, first passing her bedroom, then passing the Doctor's bedroom and finally to the end of the passage. There were three routes. The first one had white, clinical-looking walls, which Clara recognised as the corridor that led to the medical bay. The one straight ahead looked the same as the one she was currently in, but it had a soft green glow. She didn't recognise the third one, which had narrower, purple walls, and looked more inviting. So, she decided to wander down that one. As soon as she'd entered that corridor, she felt saddened, though she didn't know why.

As she stepped past one door, it slowly opened, as if it was inviting her in. She turned around and peered inside. It was a bedroom. That's strange, she thought, the Doctor and I are the only ones on board the TARDIS. She looked at the door. It had a sign on it, which read 'Donna'. She stepped into the room. In some ways, it looked like a normal bedroom; it had cream carpeted floor, a bed, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bedside table and a window. But, in other ways, Clara could tell she was on a spaceship. For starters, the deep red starry bedroom walls were curved, rather like the console room walls, making it look futuristic. The furniture also followed the curved, metallic theme. Clara's eyes drifted over the windowsill, which had a small collection of strange looking ornaments, presumably collected from different planets. Above, the window looked out onto the surface of some kind of planet, with snow covered hills and a dainty blue sky.

Looking around the room again, Clara noticed it was a bit messy, but quite homely at the same time. Clothes were still draped over the end of the bed - Donna clearly hadn't expected to leave. She walked over to the chest of drawers. Above it hung a pin board with a collection of photos of a grinning, messy haired man in a brown pinstripe suit next to a feisty looking redhead. Clara smiled as she it dawned on her that this was the Doctor and Donna.

Then, an open hardback book on top of the chest of drawers caught her eye. She looked at it more closely and saw that it was hand written in beautiful script letters. She began to read the open page.

Donna,

I could've written 'Dear Donna' or something like that, but I know that's not your thing - in fact, you'd have probably teased me for days! If you were here still, anyway. I just wanted to say... You were the greatest friend I could have asked for. You helped me so much after everything I've been through, and I wouldn't have missed our adventures for the world. While I know you can never remember our travels, I will never forget them. Thank you for saving us all. I'm so sorry we couldn't save your memories.

Your friend,

The Doctor

Clara saw drops of what she thought were tears across the page. She swallowed and bit her lip to stop herself from adding to the droplets in the book. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to have read that message, but she couldn't help wondering what had happened that could make Donna forget travelling with the Doctor.

She figured it was some kind of diary, so she flipped backwards to the front page to find out exactly. She found a page covered with different handwriting, a messier scrawl and began to read.

Well, I guess I've got a diary now. Silly idea, really. That daft old Doctor is making me do this - god knows why. Anyway, let's get to the point: this is Donna Noble and this is my TARDIS log.

She giggled at her attitude. She decided she rather liked this Donna. As much as she wanted to, Clara didn't read any more of what Donna had written, as she wanted her to keep her privacy. Clara looked back up at the photos and gave a sad sigh. She hoped she'd never have to forget being on the TARDIS.

Clara left the room. She closed the door softly behind her and continued her way down the corridor, wondering how many others there had been.

A/N: Thank you for reading. It would be awesome if you could follow, favourite and leave a review too. Next stop, Amy and Rory's room!