Hats.
Pairing: Implied Doctor/Donna.
Summary: Rory finally succumbs to his curiosity.
Disclaimer: Nope. I wish. But no, Doctor Who does not belong to me, you could get it for me for Christmas though?
The Doctor leaned on the control panel, looking in to a mirror conveniently sitting in front of him as he put the fez on his floppy hair, balancing it so it wouldn't fall off. Rory and Amy stood off to the side, watching the spectacle, both wondering why the Doctor had such a fondness for hats and other unfashionable clothing.
Finally Rory succumbed to his curiosity, "Doctor, can I ask you a quick question?"
"Of course, what is it mister Pond?" The Doctor replied, not taking his attention from rearranging the fez so it looked even more "cool".
"Why have you got such a fascination with hats?"
The Doctor blinked and stopped fiddling with the red atrocity, and moved back from the mirror. "Well. I had a friend once, a best friend; she wanted to go to the planet of hats. Or at least, she had enough hats to fill the planet of hats. I guess I wear them so I don't forget her."
He fought the tears back, crying in front of them won't make things any better.
"Doctor, can we ask what her name was?" Amy questioned, walking closer a few steps to put her hand on his shoulder.
"Her name was Donna Noble. She was the most important woman in all of creation." He sucked in a breath, "She was brilliant. I think I'm gonna go to the library for a while, you two think of some place we should go next!"
He shrugged Amy's hand off and strode towards the hallway, instead of going to the library like he said; he went to Donna's old room. It was still like when she last left it, purple sheets slightly crumpled, but pulled over the bed, shirts and trousers alike hanging slightly out of her chest of drawers, pictures they took together in picture frames hanging up on the wall next to the door. It still smelt like her too, jasmine and strawberries. The Doctor walked slowly to the double bed and gently lay on top of the covers and pulled the pillow next to him to his chest. He finally let go of his mask and cried into the pillow, soaking it.
He missed Donna so much.