Clara shifted back into her pillows and wrapped her blanket up to her torso. She shuffled around until she found a comfortable position to continue reading. Finally finding the right spot, she flipped the page and began to read the next entry.

"Dear Diary,

Well, I found the Doctor! Turns out I was right about being suspicious of Adipose Industries. They were actually an alien nursery using our planet for breeding (well, sort of). I still feel horrible about not being able to save poor Stacey from being dissolved alive by those oddly cute white blobs.

After I made it very clear that there was to be no funny business between the two of us, I dropped my keys in a nearby bin and said goodbye to my old life. The Doctor told me that he had took my advice and found someone after I'd turned him down. Martha, Martha Jones. Personally, I hope I get to meet Martha one day, she did him a lot of good. Now here I am, the newest resident of the TARDIS. It's so massive that it is ridiculous. There are multiple bedrooms, a pool, a library, even a jungle room! I found that last one by mistake. And yes, the Doctor apparently has a use for that room."

Clara couldn't help but snort at that.

"Our first real adventure together lead me to making one of the most tragic and difficult decisions of my life. I had just settled into my new bed when the Doctor waltzed through my bedroom door, eyes wide with excitement, jumping around like a child. He'd shouted out something along the lines of, 'Donna Noble!' and 'Brilliant!' and 'Let's go!' before pulling me out of my warm bed and yanking me across the hallways of the TARDIS. Once we reached the console room I smacked him hard on the arm and told him to at least let me change clothes first. After changing I rejoined him and noticed we were already on our way to our destination. Landing with a groan the Doctor rushed to the front doors and whipped them open, 'Ancient Rome!' he had exclaimed. Stepping out of the TARDIS I just couldn't believe it, I was actually there. Donna Noble: Time Traveler! Who would have thought, right? Unfortunately for us our good time did not seem to last very long. We were in Pompeii and it was volcano day. Everything seemed to keep going downhill from there. Some man with some serious looking eyebrows bought the TARDIS, I was kidnapped by soothsayers, there were giant alien rock people called Pyrovile, and the Doctor had to make the ultimate decision: Pompeii or the world. You see, he had to destroy his own planet in a war before I met him. I knew what kind of effect this was going to have on him, 20,000 lives gone and he would be the cause. I couldn't let him go through that alone, so I placed my hands on top of his and together we were the end of Pompeii. We did manage to save four people, though. The man who bought the TARDIS and his family. I know it had to be done to save the world but I have a strong feeling that helping him push that lever will haunt me for the rest of my days."

Clara put the book down and sat in silence for a moment. "I can't do this," she said to herself, "This is personal, I shouldn't be reading it." Turning out her lamp she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. That night she dreamt of the red-headed companion and the wild haired Doctor. Just as Vesuvius erupted in her dream she awoke with a start. Grabbing the alarm clock on her nightstand, she discovered in horror that she had overslept! Rushing to get ready she threw her hair up in messy bun and grabbed a dress and cardigan before slinging the diary in her work bag and heading out the door.

Making it just in the nick of time she stomped down the hallways as fast as she could to get to assembly. She soon heard smaller footsteps coming up beside of her. Glancing to her left she saw Courtney Woods doubling in pace to keep up with her.

"Morning," she greeted, "You're in a bit of a hurry this morning, miss. Oversleep?"

"Yeah!" she responded out of breath.

"Well, were you up late or something?"

"Yes, I was."

She continued with her questioning, "What were you up so late doing?"

"Reading. Courtney, is there something you needed?"

"No, not really. Just thought I'd talk to you. What were you reading?" She peered inside Clara's half-open work bag, "Was it this?" she asked, pointing at the red and gold diary.

Clara quickly replaced the strap that had from the crook of her elbow, "No. I'll see you in class, Courtney," she avoided as she walked ahead of her to meet with other teachers.

When lunch time rolled around, Clara opted to stay in her classroom and get some grading done. She was halfway through her stack when her vision began to drift to her open bag containing the diary. She shook her head slightly and attempted to go back to grading. She was not going to start reading that diary again. She was going to call the Doctor today and return it back in its rightful place; in Donna's old room.

After finishing the last paper she got up from her desk to put them in her bag. Her hand yet again brushed the book as she moved to leave it and she groaned. Giving up she took it out of her bag and brought it back to her desk. It really was a pretty diary, red and gold striped with a gold tassel hanging from the side. She opened it yet again to look for the next entry.

"Dear Diary,

Despite my insistence of not making a big deal out of my birthday, the Doctor decided to go and throw me a party. I'll never admit it to the skinny alien and if he ever reads this next sentence from this diary I will throttle him but I am actually really glad that he did. He decorated the TARDIS and even baked the cake himself….it was banana flavored of course, and he only made a bit of a mess! Alright, I'm lying, there was batter everywhere and I had to pick bits of banana out of his hair, but it's the thought that counts! He waited until the end of the day to give me my gift. It's some sort of futuristic camera, he thought I'd like it so I could take photos and keep them in a memory box. He's so sentimental….like I'm ever going to forget any of the places I see and people I meet. But I did manage to get him to pose for a few photos for me as a test trial. I think they turned out quite nicely. Honestly, I think this is the best birthday I've ever had. Traveling through time and space in a little blue box with my best mate, what more could a girl want?"

Following the entry were some photos that had been taken from that day. In one the Doctor was posing with his poorly made cake; he looked so proud of it. In another he was making some sort of goofy face. The last was a photo of him and Donna, they had on colorful party hats and Donna was looking at the Doctor as if he had just done something completely mad. Clara decided that, that seemed about right. She was startled when someone tapped her shoulder. She snapped the book shut quickly and looked up to discover Danny.

"Hey, were you in here all lunch? I was looking for you."

"Oh, yes. Sorry, I was getting some grading done."

He looked at her skeptically. "That," he pointed toward the diary, "is grading is it?"

"No. Um, I finished, this is-" she was cut off when he playfully snatched the diary from her desk. She made to grab it back but he held it above his head and shot her a look that seemed to say, 'I'm taller than you, remember?'

He opened it and read aloud, "The Diary of Donna Noble. Who is Donna Noble and why are you reading her diary?"

She went red from embarrassment, "She was one of the Doctor's old companions. He never mentions any of them really and I found it the other day in her old bedroom and I just couldn't help myself. I was curious about her."

"If you were curious, why didn't you just ask him to tell you about her?"

She sighed, "Because he brought her up once and it seemed to really upset him. He brought her up by accident and it bothered him so much he had to act as if he didn't mention her at all. What could have happened to her to make him so sad to remember her?"

Danny's faced dropped a little, "I don't know." He causally flipped the first couple of pages and discovered the photographs taken by Donna from her birthday party. "Who is the bloke?" he asked.

"Oh, that's an earlier version of the Doctor. That's how he looked when Donna traveled with him. That's how he looked before I met him."

"He looks like that one guy from Harry Potter!" he laughed.

"What?" she questioned in a high-pitched voice. "Who?"

"That villain from the Goblet of Fire. Barty Crouch..something or other."

She scrunched her face in disbelief, "He does not!" she scanned the picture closely, "you're mad. They don't look a thing alike!" she began to laugh too. Hearing the bell chime loudly she took the diary back from him and put it back in her bag. She would return it to the TARDIS the next time she saw the Doctor…or maybe the adventure after that. Point is, she vowed she would get it back eventually.