I don't own Doctor Who. This follows Beautiful Mess, and though I could have left it like it was I felt like there was still story to tell. Anyway, hopefully you like it.

The Doctor awoke shivering, which was saying something about how cold it actually was in the room. He pulled his eyes open to find himself alone, in a room that was only lit by the moonlight coming in through the window.

The window itself was open, only blocked by bars, and doing nothing to keep out the wind and snow that was being driven inwards.

He could make out the bars before him, and his hearts fell at the discovery of being in another prison. Since Anna he had been going out of his way to avoid jails, not that he was particularly successful, but he had been trying all the same.

He was a bit sore, indicating that he must have been injured before he had lost consciousness since the sleep would have let him heal. He pulled himself to his feet, thinking that the only thing that made this worse was that he was alone, and not only was he alone he wasn't sure where the people he loved were. Usually, even when separated he knew how to find them.

Were they safe, or even alive? They had better be alive. He walked to the bars on the far wall and listened but could hear nothing out there, and it was an eerie feeling. Where was all the noise that usually came with their capture? The guards coming to give them a hard time, and the other prisoners, where was all the other signs of life?

Where were his Humans? This scared him where nothing else could. He was terrified at the thought that he lost them, the ones he loved enough to tear apart the universe if they needed him.

He had always pretended that as a Time Lord that he was above such an emotion as love, it was of course a lie, and a bad one at that, but it was done to protect him. But the truth was that love, like many things about being a Time Lord, was both a gift and a curse.

It was a curse because his life was underlined with loss, so many people that he had loved and liked and wanted to see tomorrow. It was a gift because he could love in so many different ways, more than a Human could understand or imagine.

He had never loved one person exactly the same as he had loved another. Donna, well he loved her like a sunrise over fresh snow. His love for her was rare, and pure and bright. And Jack, well he loved Jack like he loved a puzzle, something that wasn't ever quite clear. He loved Jack like he loved mysteries.

But Anna, he loved her like the beginning of time. Because before her he was just matter, he may have looked like he was doing something, even something important, but he wasn't. He was just waiting on his spark, and she was that for him.

It had only been a month since the confession of love, and he had felt more than he had ever felt in all his other years. He felt a fierce need to protect, and to stake a claim on her. And things around the TARDIS had been more like a home than ever before.

Donna and Jack were dating, and they had never seemed so happy. The Doctor didn't like to pry but Donna was all too happy to share. And he and Anna were in a routine that was as varied as it was the same, and he was sleeping in her bed every night. Not 'sleeping' at least not yet, but they shared the same bed and he loved to be near her.

And wherever she was, wherever she and Donna and Jack were located he was going to find them. Because they had saved him in so many ways, and he would always save them in return, that was what love was about.

DW

It was cold, Donna thought before she opened her eyes. Her head hurt something awful and she wondered for a moment if she and Jack had been playing poker again. But no, her mind cleared a little and she remembered stepping out of the TARDIS.

"Ice skating," the Doctor repeated, beaming at them all.

"I'm not entirely sure that I am graceful enough for that," Anna told him, ice skates hanging on her shoulder.

"I'll help," he assured her, using what Donna had now dubbed the 'Anna tone'. Of course, for all she knew Jack had something Anna would call the 'Donna tone' so who knows. It was still sweet to see him like that.

He looked at her like she had saved him from drowning; only he didn't know he needed saved until it had happened. And for doing that, Anna would always have Donnas' gratitude.

Jack had finally joined them, ice skates in both hands, his and Donnas.

"I've got yours," he told her with a smile.

"Thanks," she agreed, reaching for them but he shook his head. "Let me."

He was trying so hard to impress her, but like most men he missed the point. She already like him, he didn't need to try so hard, but hey, if he wanted to carry her skates who was she to argue.

"Come on," the Doctor told them, pulling on his coat, and giving Anna's hood a tug to make it snugger around her head. "Don't want you getting too cold, love."

He kissed her briefly, while Jack gave a small whistle and he pulled back.

Donna thought it was amusing, especially when the Doctor blushed like he was a sixteen year old boy. Love sure looked good when he wore it.

And they had stepped out into the falling snow, the Doctor claiming they could only enjoy the lake for a few hours because one of the worst blizzards in the history of the planet was coming.

She knew that he wouldn't take them anywhere if he wasn't sure that it was safe. Well, she knew that he wouldn't do it on purpose, but they had only been outside for a moment, only a few steps away from the TARDIS when they were attacked.

She didn't remember too much of it, but she knew that was why they were here. Wherever here happened to be, she looked around the cell, prison of course, and saw Anna lying in the corner curled in on herself.

Donna moved towards her as quickly as the stiffness and cold would allow and reached down to feel for a pulse. The Doctor had taken the time to show her basic first aid, so she knew what to look for at least.

There was a faint pulse below her fingertips, and she let out a small breath in relief. Thank God. The Doctor needed Anna, and he had only just found her.

She wasn't shivering, though there was a light dusting of snow on her, because she had been near the window. Donna wiped it off as best as she could, her hand feeling thick and a little numb even inside of her glove.

"Anna," she felt her neck and back, not completely confident, but knowing that she should check before she moved her. "Wake up Anna."

But she didn't, not even a change in her breathing, Donna knew that she must be close to hypothermia if not already there, so she did what she could. She pulled off her own coat, only wearing a thing jacket beneath it, but Anna was worth the cold, and wrapped it around her small form.

She moved away from her, spotting a single chair in the corner and pulled it to the window to look out. She brushed away the snow that was hitting her face with force and looked out. There was no noise, anywhere inside or out aside from the wind. She had never felt so alone.

Sliding back down, she moved back to Anna, laying down beside her, and pulling her into her arms to share her body heat. She rubbed her back and pulled the coat over them to act like a small blanket.

"Space man needs you Anna," she whispered, moving her hands as quickly as she could, trying to get the blood moving. "We need you, so you better not even think about dying. You wake up, you hear?"

DW

Jack groaned, his head trying to explode. He felt as though he had been drinking; only he knew that he hadn't been, and all he had was the headache without the fun. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling a chill across his body.

He was alone, which wasn't a shock, but he wondered where the others were. Where Donna was, and Anna and the Doctor, he knew that he had to try to find them. Soon.

Rolling off of his back, he grunted from the pain around his ribs. Probably broken, it seemed like some injures took their time when he didn't die from them, and the cold probably wasn't helping. Why was it so cold?

Oh, right, blizzard. He listened by the cells bars but heard nothing to indicate that he wasn't the only one in the building, and he sighed. He found a chair and moved it near the window looking out. The snow was coming down and blowing into the room with him, that wouldn't do.

There was no noise outside either, aside from the howl of the wind, and he felt more alone than he had ever. All he wanted was to get his friends and his love back. Maybe a warm shower and then curl up into the bed with Donna and hold her like she wanted, like he needed.

That sounded like heaven right about now. But he was alone, all alone. What if they had left him? No, they wouldn't do that. He still had to fight off the mistrust some days, but they were better than a lot of people he had the misfortune to know in the years before the Doctor.

They were out there somewhere, and he would find them.