A/N: So, this is something I've had started for a while, but it is a little confusing. Not right now, but in the next chapter, there will be different versions of the Doctor. Right now, it isn't instantly important, but the 9th doctor i will have in normal print, the 10th doctor i will have in Italics, and the 11th i'll have in Bold.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Doctor who. That's the truth folks.
Whoosh, whoosh; the sea lapped at the beach and Rose shivered in the cool Norwegian wind. "Why are we here?" She asked and The Doctor told her cheerfully, "Strange temporal readings!" and wandered off again, sonicking the ground. Rose sighed, she didn't know what 'temporal readings' were, only that they had led the duo to a normal, windy beach instead of the sunny Elcapteron Spa's. And, to top it all off, the Tardis had gone all topsy-turvy on them a couple miles back, refusing to go any farther, so they had to hike the rest of the way. Of course, The Doctor didn't mind, he want along whistling and chatting about nonsensical things, and that made her smile, despite the fact that her t-shirt was not ideal for the weather.
She was startled out of her thoughts when The Doctor cried out, as a smoking sonic screwdriver jumped out of his hands. Rose ran over as he crouched down to examine it. "That's odd." He muttered darkly. "What is it then?!' Rose called out but The Doctor didn't notice, he just stood, staring out into the distance.
Through the fog and the spray of the sea was the silhouette of a ham walking towards them, hands in his pockets, looking around casually. As he neared, they could see a woman with bright red hair walking next to him, talking energetically. Rose looked back at the man; he was young, with unruly brown hair and soft brown eyes. He wore a trench coat that flapped in the wind, revealing a blue pinstriped suit underneath. Rose decided that he was just the slightest bit sexy.
The two stopped in front of them. The man stared at The Doctor and Rose with wide-eyes, and The Doctor stared back at him with equal confusion. This went on for quite a bit of time, until the red haired woman became very flustered and spoke, "What's going on then? Who's that supposed to be? One minute you're all, 'temporal readings, blah, blah, blah, and the next, you're as quiet as a ghost."
"Donna," the man interrupted softly, "that," he pointed at The Doctor, "is me."
Okay, people, that was really short, but it was either to end it there where it had a nice break off, or make it super long because there is no other place to pause. The next chapter will be longer, but because i'm busy with my other story, Hope Lost, and i don't want to lose momentum for that, the space between updates might be long. Please update and tell me what you think, even just a few words would be brilliant!