Warning: NOT for Doctor/Rose fans because I am going to break them up
Disclaimer: I own the very nice daydreams this gave me but nothing beyond that.
A/N: there was a character sitting in an office in some American drama, and I immediately thought "I can imagine Donna sitting there." The rest of this just fell into my head.
A/N2: I am using posting this today in order to wish heintz571 a very Happy Birthday!

Part One

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It was with a worn sigh that Donna sat herself down in front of the large mahogany desk in the grand office. It was a place away from their home they has chosen as a safe mediatory place long ago in their relationship. A grandmother clock ticked on loudly in the background, marking the time being wasted by this legal charade. She had been formerly summoned there, by her estranged husband. Loving him would the death of her one day. No doubt he wanted more money or something similar. It was his usual style.

As she waited she cast her gaze about the office, running her manicured fingers along the edge of the reproduction antique before her. It was an environment that was very much style over content. The wall contained several plagues from the good old days of touring with The Time Lords; they were all a bunch of old rockers now. Next to these were posters for his latest tours as an author. Most of his time away these days was spent researching something or other. He just liked travelling for travelling's sake.

On top of the desk lay some legal papers, face down, ready and waiting for the Doctor to read when he eventually sat himself down on the green leather desk chair. Tilting towards the pile, Donna focused her attention and used her advanced senses to read through the paper. Being married to him had given her all sorts of handy skills.

What she saw gave her cause to snort in disappointment. He wanted a divorce, did he?! Well, there was no way she would make it easy for him. For a start, she had gained things since marrying him that had made her general life a great deal more comfortable, and she'd be blowed if she would make it completely easy for him to take all that away. He'd think he was getting away with it, but she planned to surprise him.

At that instance the office door opened and the man in question stood there, John 'Doctor' Noble; dressed in his usual pinstriped suit. No surprise there at all, she noted to herself. "Good morning, Doctor," she formally welcomed him. There was a time she would have called him 'Time boy' at the very least. Those days were gone.

"Good morning, Donna," he stiffly replied, stepping forward to plant a brief kiss on her cheek. "I see you made it here." He then sat himself down in the chair opposite her behind the desk.

"Evidently I did." She then adjusted the hem of her dress as it lay against her knee, patting a crease away. "The children are both fine, by the way."

His eyes flashed in anger. "I would have asked about them if you had given me a chance."

So she smiled her sweetest smile. "I can tell you would have. Let's end this charade, shall we? Either you want more money from the estate, or you are finally filing for divorce from me."

"Ah, well," he spluttered, and gave the back of his neck a tender rub. "As always you know me only too well. I need some of my funds and I want to arrange a wedding."

"Really?" She mischievously grinned at him. "Are you offering to pay for Martha's wedding to Mickey, or are you planning a completely different one?"

"If you must know," he retorted, and fiddled with the collar of his shirt, "the wedding in question is my own; to Rose Tyler."

Donna waved her hand about as though she were trying to get a proper grip on the name. "You'll have to remind me. Is it Rose that was nineteen when you met her or is she the one that's blonde and from the Powell Estate?"

"She is all of those," the Doctor confirmed. "And you know only too well that she is the only possible candidate."

"Do I? I get so confused with all these young girls you chase after," she said to deliberately rile him. "If it is merely their youth you are after then you could just as easily take Jenny with you."

This was a sore point between them, that he continued to take companions with him who weren't related to him. "There is plenty of time to take Jenny with me in the future. Until then she has her university education to worry about and finish," he countered.

"Ah, yes, her education," Donna echoed. "If you ruin her emotional stability with this silly divorce nonsense then I shall make sure you regret it every second of every day."

"What about Ben?" he instantly queried spitefully. "Or do we not worry about him anymore?"

She snorted her scorn. "His university education is coming along swimmingly, thank you very much; and he has my mother to ruin his emotional stability, should she so desire."

They shared an understanding look between them. His mother-in-law's attitude towards his son was the direct opposite to how she regularly treated him. No doubt her aggressive attitude would only get worse during the coming months, once she heard the news of their impending divorce. "How is she treating you?" he asked more kindly.

"The usual," Donna admitted, biting down on her resentment. "She's enjoying using Ben to emotionally blackmail me at every opportunity. Sometimes I wish he hadn't decided to lodge with her."

"I'm so sorry," the Doctor readily offered consolation.

She nodded her acknowledgement. All of that could wait until later; they had more important matters to attend to. "Why haven't you gone the easy route and given me the option of divorcing you on the grounds of adultery?"

"You know why not," he sulkily responded. "Our bond means that I cannot commit adultery in any shape or form until you release me from it."

"Oh yes," she pretended to remember when she knew only too well that he wouldn't be able to do much beyond hold hands or give pecks of kisses to Rose until their marriage bond was broken. "So how do you want us to do this? I can be civilised and modern, or if you prefer, I can do the whole jealous catfight whilst decking the bitch."

"Donna!" he gently warned. "I should tell you that Rose is predisposed towards the catfight option, but I would like the modern route; hence us being here in our office," he explained.

"Just shut up and carry on as if nothing has happened, you mean. How very British of us," she mocked, and then leaned forward. "We need to establish boundaries and agendas for this. There are certain things I want to retain; my home obviously being one of them. What exactly are your demands, and what level of access do you want?"

A broad grin spread across his face. "I want to see the children every now and then, and I want us to assimilate being a happy modern family," he proposed. "And I'd like us to start by having a meal together. A sort of meet and greet, if you like."

"I can do that," she conceded with a nod. "I'll make a reservation at the Callaway Club tomorrow. It shouldn't be too hard to get us a decent table at my club. Would Saturday be okay? Jenny is due to pop down this weekend anyway, and it would be a short trip for Ben since he is still staying at Mum's."

"That would do nicely," the Doctor happily approved.

~o~

A sleek black London taxi pulled up outside the historic grandeur that was known as the Callaway Club; an exclusive resort for those who could afford to be there. Or an ultra-posh Starbucks, if you'd like to call it that. From inside the cab, perched on the edge of the back seat, Donna looked up at the ancient building, wondering how much longer she would be able to afford to be part of its life. Divorces can be very expensive affairs, in more ways than one.

"Hello Lady Gallifreyan," the maître d' greeted Donna as she stepped in to the Callaway Club restaurant. "Your table is ready and some of your guests are here, if you would follow me."

Allowing the woman to take her coat once it was shrugged off, Donna warmly replied, "Hello Gita. It's lovely to see you again. I hope you are feeling better now. Just to warn you, I'll be back to plain old Ms Noble soon."

"You're getting divorced?" Gita queried as she wrapped Donna's coat over her arm for safety until she could deposit it in the cloakroom. "I am sorry to hear that."

"It was inevitable," Donna calmly dismissed it. She then whispered conspiratorially, "He's at that age."

Gita merely nodded in understanding. "Miss Noble and Master Noble are waiting for you in the bar."

"Oh good," Donna spoke with relief. There was nothing worse than hanging about waiting for late guests to arrive; and they were the ones she cared most about.

Spotting them seated at the bar, they immediately stood to greet her, hugs exchanged and received all round. In next to no time they were seated at their table, drinks were ordered, and their food chosen in lieu of their other guests arriving.

~o~

"Couldn't you have dressed a bit posher, Ben?" Jenny griped, pointing accusingly at his college rugby shirt first and then lowered it passed his designer jeans. "Look at the state of your Converses."

"What?!" Ben defensively grumbled, casting his gaze downwards. "It's all relatively new and clean. I don't understand your problem. I'm supposed to dress like this; I'm a flipping student, for god's sake."

"And don't we know it," Jenny argued, deliberately rolling her eyes. "At least I made some effort."

"Well, you would," he countered. "You're rather fond of camouflage, so that you can hide in places."

"Shush children! Stop squabbling!" Donna hushed them as they continued to bicker. Obviously they had missed being able to goad each other at every opportunity. "I need to tell you something important."

"Is it anything to do with that little blonde Dad's been seen gadding about with?" Ben wondered. "Because I already know."

"Me too," Jenny added nonchalantly, breaking into her bread roll to apply the butter. "Martha told me all about it."

Bugger! She had been looking forward to dropping that bombshell. "Be that as it may," Donna continued, "things have moved on with your father. He's asked me for a divorce, he wants to marry Rose, and they will be joining us for dinner any moment now."

They both stared at her in silence for a few seconds.

"They are coming here?!" Jenny protested. "How could you do that?"

Ben shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. "If you end up trying to marry her off to me instead I will never talk to you again."

"I promise I won't," Donna hastily agreed. "But you do need to meet her if she is going to become your stepmother."

"Oh great!" Jenny sighed. "How old is she exactly?"

"Same age as us, apparently," Ben supplied as he bit into his own bread roll. "Judging by what Mickey said."

"She'll try to be my friend," Jenny sneered. "How wizard!"

"I won't like her so I don't know why Dad is bothering," Ben put in stubbornly.

"How do you know without meeting her?" Donna reasoned. "You might end up adoring her."

"And pigs might fly," Ben scoffed. "I've already got a decent mother and I don't need another one; especially if she starts trying to order me about. She can jog on!"

Jenny eagerly nodded her agreement.

Pleased with the compliment, Donna reached out to take Ben's hand and remarked, "That's good to know. You'll soon find out for definite if that's true because here they come."

All three turned in their seats to watch the couple walking towards them. A tall, spikey brown haired man aged about forty walked through the restaurant beside a short blonde young woman with a large beaming smile. Yes, all three agreed that she was exactly the same age as Jenny and Ben.