Set just after Midnight, the Doctor and Donna have a little chat about not knowing the Hostess' name. I'd call this a drabble. It's short like that.
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What's in a Name?
They hadn't known her name. They had been with her for hours, they had shouted at her, called her useless. But they hadn't known her name. The Doctor had asked them, as and afterthought and they couldn't tell him the name of the woman who had sacrificed herself to save him. One thing that was notable, she didn't scream, no she didn't scream when she was pulled from the airbus. She counted to 6 and closed her eyes, and it wasn't from fear, it was so that she couldn't see the anger that twisted Sky Silvestry's features, it was so that her last moments weren't spent looking into someone else's fear filled face.
"I didn't know her name." The Doctor would lament to Donna hours later, by this time the hostess would merely be dust on the wind. That would be if the plant Midnight had wind.
Donna looked up at him; "And had she not sacrificed herself you wouldn't have wanted to." She told him. The hard look in his eyes told her that she was correct but he wished she wasn't. He opened his mouth to argue with her but she cut him off; "Don't, you know I'm right, don't feel guilty about it, it's how you live your life, in a whirlwind that I struggle to keep up with sometimes." She paused smiling at him as she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder; "People are lost along the way, and I don't think you could even begin to tell me all of their names."
"But," the Doctor's voice held a whining quality to it as he argued once again; "she sacrificed herself for me."
"So did that boy, Rattigan?" Donna interrupted.
"Luke, I knew his name, I still know his name, he sacrificed himself because he believed it was his fault." He bit back, perhaps that had been a bad example, because even she could remember his name.
She hadn't been important; she only became important the moment that she died. On that flight there had been; Professor Hobbes- the man that was so sure that there couldn't possible be anything outside. Dee Dee Blasco- the Professor's assistant who he claimed was distinctly average, but the Doctor saw a young girl brimming with expectations of the world, she still had that shine in her eyes, something that time, hadn't managed to dull yet. Biff and Val Cane- Husband and wife who were all smiles until something happened that they could not explain, they were the ones who wanted so much to throw him and Sky off, but he knew them, knew their names. Their son Jethro Cane- who wouldn't be swayed by his parents, to fall in line, he didn't want to throw the Doctor out. Then there was Sky Sylvestry, the woman who was having a break in her relationship while her partner was a galaxy away, the woman who was taken over by an unknown force, she was dead and he knew her name. She hadn't been herself but he had still called her Sky, still tried to get through. The Hostess; that was what she would be known as, she had died as one, she had been vaporised, she was now, and would forever be nothing more than dust. Perhaps, it was the not knowing that meant the Doctor dwelt on the fact that he did not know her name, perhaps he felt that it was one loss to many. Donna had tried to comfort him but, surmised that he was 'alright', which was as she had previously said a secret Time Lord code way of saying 'really not alright at all'.
A/N: well there's another litlle drabble from me. So review please? No flames thank you.
I promise to all of you reading Third Wheel, Chapter two will be written soon, I've got some writter's block atm sorry it's taking so long.