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The Doctor was on his back, his head and shoulders tightly wedged under the control panels of the Tardis, he was completely absorbed in his everlasting battle to keep the old time ship running when it happened.

"Donna will you hand me that wrench" the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Instantly he knew what a horrible mistake it had been, as the pain in his hearts refreshed and then the tears where back, they flowed from his eyes as if he had just lost her all over again.

It had been almost a month and logically he knew he should have moved on. However, he just couldn't seem to put her out of his mind. She wasn't dead; in fact, she had a chance no other companion of his had ever had before. She could go on living her life in a normal human way, without knowing there was more in the universe. She wouldn't know about all the bad in the universe that could pop up at any moment, or have to keep her past with him secret from the world, she could have a wonderfully normal life, but to have that she couldn't remember him. God he had loved her, not in a romantic way, but still he had truly loved her.

Suddenly he needed to move, he needed to get up and do something, go somewhere, anywhere. He pushed himself off the floor of the Tardis, wiped the tears away and started to set a course.

"I'll set the course to random and just get out around people that will get my mind off ……" he let his voice trial off, almost afraid to say her name.

The Tardis shook and tipped from side to side, before landing with a thud. The Doctor glanced at the monitors to make sure the air was breathable, and then ran for the door with one arm stretched out to catch his coat on the way.

As the door to the Tardis swung open the brightness of the sun blinded him for a few moments, he closed his eyes to allow them time to adjust, and took the opportunity to take a deep breath of the air. He could tell a few things by the air itself, one he was on earth well before any industrial age; he could taste the smoke of fire places so there must be a village close. He could smell the grass under foot (nearly eighteen inches tall if he wasn't mistaken) and flower everywhere, so many different kinds even he couldn't name them all without looking. Finally, he opened his eyes to survey the land before him. He quickly spotted the smoke from the chimneys of tiny hay roofed houses over a hill.

"ahh, that is where the people will be." The doctor muttered to himself with satisfaction.

Quickly he walked up the hill that obstructed his view of the village, at the top a large grin spread over his face. It was a lovely site indeed. Two rows of eight huts stretched out in front of him, in between, nearly thirty people meandered on the packed dirt that served as a road. No one was rushing; everything was done at a steady pace. He could hear the sharp clang of a blacksmiths hammer as it beat raw iron into something useful. He could smell the flour dust of a miller's wheel as it crushed grin.

The Tardis had chosen well, the doctor headed down the hill almost in a skip. He loved this kind of peaceful place, he liked getting to know the simple live of the people, and tasting anything, they wished to share.

The doctor strolled though the street, absorbing everything the little market place had to offer. As his eyes wondered over the different stores, he suddenly felt a sharp jolt in his stomach crushing all the air from is lungs. His quick hands grasped the child by the shoulder before she had a chance to run away.

"Now hold it, right there little miss" the doctor said looking down as though he was cross.

The child, a girl of seven or eight looked up to him eyes wide and mouth partly open in surprise. Her long blond curls sweep across her dusty face in the breeze. She looked down as though her mother had just scowled her for some minor offence. The doctor had a hard time keeping the smile from his face.

"You gave me quite a jolt just now," he said in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry," squeaked the girl

"What is your name little one" the doctor asked in a softer voice.

"Angelina," her voice was so quiet that anyone but the doctor would have asked her to repeat it. The doctor could no longer keep up the pretence of being mad and a warming smile graced his face. Using his free hand he pulled a brown paper bag from his pocket and knelt down in front of the girl, she dared a look at him. He held the opened bag under her nose and asked

"Would you like a jelly baby" taking one from the bag he popped it in his mouth. The girl looked at the rainbow colored candies with distrust, but took one anyway. Taking a small bite for one end, her face imminently lit up. The rest of the sugary treat disappeared in an instant. The doctor watched with glee as Angelina rolled the confection around in her mouth.

"Would you like another?" he prompted the little girl and she excitedly nodded her head, "OK, but only if you can tell me the year."

Angelina stood up straight and in a proud strong voice replied, "It is the tenth winter of Cnut the Great." The child pleased with herself held out her hand. Instead of handing her the jelly the doctor asked.

"And what land do you live in." normally he would be able to tell just from the town its self but in the eleventh century, which was when Cnut a Viking king, ruled Denmark, England, Norway as well as parts of Sweden, too many places looked the same.

Angelina giggled as if the question was a funny joke and then confirmed that she thought it was. "Norway silly man"

The doctor chuckled with her and then promptly handed her not one piece of candy but the whole bag. The girl's eyes widen in awe as though he had handed her a magical gift.

"Can I share them?" Angelina asked

For the first time the doctor noticed four other children standing several meters back watching the event with great interest. He smiled at the girl and whispered "of course silly girl."

"Thank you sir" the girl called over her shoulder as she ran back to her friends to share the treasure in her hand.

The doctor walked on enjoying the scene of everyday life of eleventh century Norway. As he walked, he used his sonic screwdriver to turn a small scrap of iron he picked up from the street in to a small chunk of gold. He wanted to buy something he just didn't know what at that moment. As he looked from shop to shop, he heard it. His thoughts raced and his hands began to sweat. He shook his head sure that it was his imagination, and began to walk on. He heard it again, and stopped dead in his tracks.

"oooiii"

The doctor turned his head to see a flash of red hair and his hearts nearly stopped. Maybe it was a hallucination, she can't be there, she just can't, he thought before his eyes rested on the tall red headed woman running up behind him. The breath whooshed out of his lungs as he looked at a woman who was not Donna but someone he had never seen before. He turned around still pail form the thought of seeing his old friend, but if the woman now in front of him noticed, she didn't let on. She embraced him tightly in her arms and before he could say anything, planted a big kiss on his lips.

The Doctor looked at the woman, shocked, so he said the first thing that came to mind "Do we know each other"