Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or the BBC. ... I don't own much, really. looks through pockets and pulls out a bus ticket, some sticky and slightly fuzzy lollies and a 20 cent coin See?
Author's Notes: I received some fairly positive feedback from this, so why not post it?
Part 1: Your 'Rose' face
Donna sat in the console room, watching the Doctor carefully. He was leaning against the console, staring through the opposite wall, a frown creasing his forehead. She had recognized this look instantly, but was yet to say anything.
"Tell me about it," Donna asked carefully, shifting slightly on the jump seat.
The Doctor looked up distractedly, the frown still present.
"What?"
"You know very well 'what', Doctor. You're thinking about her again. You have your 'Rose' face on," Donna replied, fixing him with a direct, but sympathetic stare, making him look away.
The Doctor glanced back at Donna, seemingly torn.
"I don't know, Donna..." he sighed, turning and staring up at the time rotor, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Please, Doctor. She obviously means a lot to you, and from what I've heard, she's not dead, so why not? It might help."
Donna stared at him firmly. After a while, he finally turned back towards her. He sighed quietly and nodded.
TBC...