I've got a lot to mention and it is vital that if you want to start reading this story, you've got to read these statements first.
1)I've never written a DW story before so this will be an experience for both you and I. But I love the series, more than I ever expected to so I hope - despite the insane situations occurring within this story - that I do the characters and story justice in a way.
2)I discovered DW a few months ago and fell in love. I've always wanted to write something for DW fanfiction but I never got the guts to because I thought I'd butcher the characterizations. But then I watched Season 4 and was introduced to Donna Noble and she is probably one of my favorite characters of all time. Last night I watched The End of Time and was so happy that Donna was in it, but incredibly frustrated at the small role she played. I mean she was passed out the whole time. Actually, I'm frustrated at the DW writers for just having the Doctor erase her mind at the end of Season 4. Just like she wasn't even a character that mattered. Yes, yes I know that the Doctor had to but it feels like Donna progressed as a person, as a human being through her experiences with the Doctor and just to have her do a complete 360 back to where she started, well that is incredibly upsetting.
3)Certain things will be altered and I can't guarantee that I'll always have an explanation for them. For example, the Doctor never regenerated after the events of the End of Time so he is still the 10th Doctor we all know and love. Also, this all is happening a few years after the events of the End of Time and certain characters you may have thought are dead, might actually still be alive. And vice versa.
4)This will be a very crazy, at times unrealistic, and odd story. I might soften certain characters up or make others cold and rigid...just like the Doctor...again...not his fault. But I do hope you enjoy because if you stay with it, I guarantee you are in for a very wild ride. Thank you.
Prologue
On a dark and luminescent London night, a woman stumbled semi drunkenly through a haze of a light fog that had overtaken the city about an hour ago. She was not overly drunk or drunk beyond measure but the hiccups that vibrated inside her esophagus and the gray pavement that seemed to start zig zagging before her eyes, definitely made her aware that she wasn't entirely conditioned to be behind the wheel of a car.
"Can't BELIEVE Stacy left without me," the woman muttered with a thick, clipped London accent, through her stubborn marble teeth, heavy hiccups distorting the anger that would normally course into her voice. Still, she couldn't deny that she'd had a great time.
It was good, she admitted, to be out of the house from Shaun who'd been almost overbearing when he wanted to know what she planned on doing for a job.
"You can't just be a temp forever Donna. It's not going to work," her boyfriend had exclaimed.
In ways, he was right. Their income was such a mess that neither knew whether they would be able to even afford the wedding that her mother brought up whenever Shaun had dinner with them.
However, this woman being the woman that she was, wasn't going to hear any of it.
"You should have thought of that BEFORE you started a two year relationship with me, Shaun!"
That was the last argument they had before Donna picked up her jacket angrily, called her friends and met up at a London pub with them. A few good drinks would surely wipe out her raging mood.
About four margaritas and six shots of vodka later, Donna was letting loose with her friends, unaware of anything but the fags being smoked into small, decomposed cinders and hands of fellas wanting to get some, fondling any flesh that brushed past their eager fingers. Just the norm in pubs like this.
But this woman wasn't normal. Not really at least. And her journey is far from over. In fact, if you'd known Donna Noble and thought that her journey was done as soon as her memory was wiped clean by the Doctor, you were sorely mistaken. The journey she was to undertake in the next few days would change her life in a way equivalent to that of her first meeting the Doctor. And yet, it would do so much more.
So, as Donna finally stumbled the last few steps up to the Noble house, too worn out to travel all the way to Shaun's and her apartment, destiny began its strange course. In fact, it had already began as soon as she had entered the pub, but that is for later in the story.
Easily, Donna knelt down, slid the key from underneath the mat and shakily opened the door. Her mind had begun to dully ache and for some reason, she knew it wasn't from the alcohol. However, she wasn't unused to these pains that started whenever her mind wandered. Eventually, they would go away.
But, she could never describe the strange things that filtered themselves through her mind during these temporary migraines. Faces of strange creatures, planets with multiple moons, songs being sung about her. The strangest of all however, was probably the blue box and the tall, skinny, almost gawky man who controlled it. He had some of the most radiant smiles she'd ever known, that he'd throw at her or some of the most determined brown eyes that flashed whenever someone was in danger. Whenever she mentioned these things to her grandfather however, he'd merely shrug with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Easy Donna, easy," the woman mumbled to herself, her hands using the wall for support and she made her way down to her room.
Something was off about this migraine. For one, it didn't feel like a migraine. In fact, the images that she was used to seeing of creatures, planets, and the man with the blue box, began to filter in a much more clear and painless way. Secondly, she started to feel less in control of her whole body, not just her mind.
It was lucky that she had gotten next to her bed quickly because the next moment, she passed out flatly and soundlessly onto it.
Then suddenly, her mind began ejecting images of long forgotten memories rapidly. All of these memories were on a one way path to the center of her mind where a dream erupted into something like that of a slide show.
Creatures who previously remained nameless, morphed into familiar aliens called the Ood or the Hath. Planets suddenly had names as well as pieces of a journey once buried by the man who took her onto that journey, began to surface like a carnivorous shark.
If anyone was to observe the sleeping woman, they'd have noticed a golden mist appearing from within her forehead. Like a piece of loose string, the thin strap of gold rotated once around her head before sinking back into her mind.
This process went on for perhaps a half hour and within this half hour, everything that had previously remained lost or was wiped away from the Doctor's ancient hands, was abruptly making itself present into her unconscious mind.
And this is how Donna Noble's journey reignited. Without warning and perhaps the result of a miracle, her memories had returned full force without a single mark on her pale, sweating head that carelessly sunk into her soft manila pillow.
When the process ceased altogether and all of the memories were transplanted back into her mind with ease, Donna flipped lazily onto her side and finally began a very long sleep. A sleep that would be the only nonchaotic thing to happen in the house for the upcoming days to come.
Just where am I going with this? Stick with me and you'll find out. Reviews aren't mandatory but I'd sure like to know whether I'm catching your interest or not. As always, thanks for reading.
