A/N: I wrote this on the last day of my freshmen year of school. It's not very good, and I haven't watched any Doctor Who since 9th grade, so I'm not even sure if this makes sense anymore. I stumbled across it, though, and it made me smile. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned it, you'd know it.
~ Shining ~
Donna Noble didn't keep a journal. She knew she didn't. But a thick blue book sat, leather bound in her hands, reading 'Property of Donna Noble' like she was a kid, keeping everything she could put her hands on in her possession.
She ran her fingernails along its spine, feeling a chill run up hers.
"Donna?" her grandfather shouted up the stairs.
"Yeah, gramps?" she shouted back, flipping open to the cover page.
"Can you help me with the cooking? I want to surprise your mother-she's saying her date's going awfully."
"All right, be down in a minute!"
She traced her thumb over the sketch, a weird, rounded triangle type thing with bumps over it.
"Huh," she whispered, "Funny little thing. Did I draw that?"
She rose, walking down the stairs with the pages nearly pressed against her nose as she made her way to the kitchen. She flipped to the next page. A man was sketched next with quickly scrawled words underneath.
"Ah, Donna," her grandfather said, turning with a large bowl and spoon in his arms, "Come on then, let's shake a- Donna!"
"Hm?" she returned, squinting at the words, "'I called him Spaceman.'"
And then her breath caught in her throat.
The kitchen filled with the sound of the metal bowl rattling against the floor. The so-called food inside flew everywhere.
"DONNA!"
Donna felt it. A fire in the tips of her toes. Burning up through her veins.
Triangle.
Dalek.
With a trembling hand, she turned the page, deaf to her grandfather's pleas to stop.
Blue.
TARDIS.
The words curled out of the pages, smoke rising, filling each breath she took.
Spaceman.
Doctor.
Her head ached as the floodgates opened, memories of heartbreaking, beautiful, impossible journeys spilling out, filling in the little black spots in her brain where they had once occupied.
"I was… I was going to travel the world with that Doctor," she whispered, her tongue growing heavy in her mouth. Her heart throbbed. These were the memories she had been missing. She felt a sob rise in her throat.
She sucked in another breath, the oxygen burning her lungs as it filled her.
"Oh, god, Donna!" her grandfather cried.
"I-" the journal slipped through her fingers, landing at her feet, "-I remember."
The fire raged violently inside her. Inside. She was burning up from the inside out.
Oh, but it didn't matter. Not anymore.
She felt herself breaking, burning, bursting into flames inside.
A small, manic smile spread over her lips.
She remembered for one moment.
And what a shinning moment it was.