Spiderwebs

by time-converges

On the day after her day with the Doctor, Donna reflects on her relationship with Lance.

Title: Spiderwebs
Character: Donna Noble
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Everyone
Word Count: 327
Summary: The day after her day with the Doctor, Donna reflects on Lance.
A/N: Set just after The Runaway Bride. Written for the prompts:An Affair to Forget and Spiderwebs by No Doubt at scifimuses.

Giant spiders. Robot Santas. Ridiculous. She was supposed to be on her honeymoon, with Lance. Supposed to be in Morocco, enjoying the weather and having the best Christmas she had ever had. Not sitting here, trying to decide if her wedding dress was salvageable, wondering if there had been signs she had missed.

She should have known as soon as he started bringing her coffee every morning. No one brings the secretaries coffee. He started weaving his web around her that first day, drawing her in. And she made it easy on him, didn't she? So happy to have someone paying attention, making her feel special. But it was all a lie.

She should have known when he agreed to marry her after only six months. When he put up with her nagging him relentlessly. She didn't want to lose him. She wanted to be safe. Saved. But he was just drawing her in, turning her into something else. Something he could use.

And in the end, Lance had been trapped in the web himself. He had wanted to escape from this little world, to see what was out there. She understood wanting to escape. Wanting something more.

She twisted the ring on her hand. The Doctor's ring. The web had caught him, too. The only good thing to come of that whole mad day was meeting him. Seeing the stars, seeing the dust that had become the Earth. He was fire, and magic, and rage, and he was terrifying. He had saved her: from Lance, from the spiders. From an ordinary life. He had opened her eyes to the world, to the universe.

"Be magnificent," he had said. That has sounded so simple, so possible that night. Now he was gone, and the magic with him. So now what? No job, no husband, no flat. She had told the Doctor she would travel the world, walk in the dust. Where to start? Not Morocco. Maybe Egypt.