N/A/N (New Author's Note): (To start off with, the whole "New Author's Note" thing, I didn't want take credit for the story, I didn't come up with it after all. Oh! I start this at Chapter 5, the rest of the story can be found here: s/7973398/1/Trying-Not-To-Love-You.) Hello! So this is a fairly new writing style for me to adopt. I haven't been doing third person for very long. I hope I can continue this great story for you guys. For the base of my writing, I shall pile on the feels. MWAHAHAHAHA! Well eventually, I'm going to ease into it for a little bit. Then dump in on you… Okay anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. R&R, and please point out any mistakes I make, I have to be my own editor in this… Oh! I also apologize for the shortness.
Hours went by that the Doctor did his best to ignore Donna's muffled cries on the other side of the wall. For whatever reason, the TARDIS had decided to move his room closer to hers, much closer actually, and the Doctor wasn't fond of it.
"You want me to check on her, don't you?" He thought to the ceiling, stretching the telepathic link that he held with the TARDIS. An aggravated hum was his only reply.
"She hates being checked on. Have you forgotten the last time I attempted to help her?" He furrowed his brow for a long moment, remembering…
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"Donna, are you okay?" It was late at night, well it felt like it, in reality there was no night nor day in the TARDIS, and the Doctor was directly outside Donna's door, his hand pressed to the wood.
"I'm fine, spaceman. I don't need your help. I'm fine." Donna snapped from the other side of the door, her voice painfully obviously close to cracking.
He opened the door anyway. Donna was sitting on the floor, her legs crossed. She was in the black and white shorts she usually wore to bed and a black and yellow striped sweater. A small book was cradled in her hands, it apparently held pictures.
Donna slammed the book shut and whipped around to face the Doctor.
"I said I was fine Martian boy!" She yelled at him as she stood up. It didn't take long for Donna to shove him out of the room, slamming the door in his face. This time he heard the unmistakable click of the lock.
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"I suppose it's a risk worth taking."
He kicked off his covers and sat up, truth be told, his body didn't require near as much sleep as a human's, but he still slept every "night" for a few hours… Or minutes…
So he sat up and stared at the door for brief a moment before making up his mind and leaving the safety of his room.
The walk to Donna's room was far too short for The Doctor's liking, leaving him little time to think of what he would say to her when he opened the door and received, quite possibly, the scolding of a lifetime.
He rested his hand on the cold metal of the doorknob, his mind momentarily slipping back to Rose. All the nights he had stood just like this in front of her door, debating. Then he mentally slapped himself, it did no good to dwell on things like that.
He opened the door, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The TARDIS turned the lights on very dim, enough for him to see, but not enough to alert Donna. He was only a step inside the room when he stopped to take in the situation. Donna was still asleep in her bed, but here entire form shook with every sob that escaped her lips.
The Doctor wasn't sure how long he stood there staring at her, but long enough that the TARDIS tilted the floor enough for him to stumble forward, and collapse into a kneel by her bed. He wasn't good with crying, laughing he could do, but crying…Release her from the nightmare then?
"Donna?" He whispered, leaning forward a bit and grabbing her hand. Nothing changed. Suddenly he was tempted to explore the dream for himself… this was a very bad idea. If Donna were to wake up and find him so close to her, he would surely be unable to feel his face for God knows how long. Before he was really weighed all the pros and cons, he gave in.
Releasing her hand he pressed the heels of his palms to her temples, and his fingers gently against her neck, just under her jaw. He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. He was sucked into her dream with no noise at all.
Dream Donna sat on the corner of her bed, knees drawn to her chest. Her head was bowed, resting on her knees, her body shook violently. Of course he noticed Donna, but in reality what caught the Doctor's attention was another him, laughing at her.
This Doctor, or Doctor Two as he called him, bent over and took a fistful of Donna's hair in his hands, jerking back to make her look up at him. Doctor Two bent over and pressed his lips to hers, hard. This caused fire hotter than regeneration to shoot through the Doctor's veins.
Much to his disbelief Donna responded, tilting her head to the side. The Doctor was about to intervene the shocking situation when Doctor Two did it for him, slapping Donna across her face. Another surprise was when Donna didn't reply, she just let her head snap sideways, bright orange locks falling over her tearstained face.
"Oh Donna…" Doctor Two spoke in a mocking, disapproving tone. "Silly, sad, pathetic Donna, you're not even pretty. How could I even stand to have you around? I'm surprised I tolerated you around for as long as I did." Donna didn't come up with her brash usual reply, she simply looked down guiltily and mumbled 'I'm sorry'.
"That's enough of you, thanks." The Doctor finally spoke up from behind Donna, sonic screwdriver held firmly out in front of him. Really it was just a comforting thing to him, he couldn't do anything with it. "Donna, I can't change a dream, you need to believe that this isn't real." Donna shook her head vigorously.
"It has to be real…dreams aren't supposed to hurt." Her voice shook with fear and pain, shattering both of the Doctor's hearts.
"The TARDIS causes dreams to become more like a reality, it's meant to be a good think, I should have considered nightmares but I didn't. It's more like a dream state than a dream. Please believe that I could never hurt you." He was pleading with her now, but not daring to look away from Doctor Two.
"I…I believe you…" She sighed, her voice still unusually weak, and closed her eyes. Doctor Two vanished and the Doctor ran to her, jumping on to the bed. He sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around Donna.
"Important, amazing, wonderful Donna. Forgive me." He breathed in her ear and cupped her face, erasing the memory of the dream, and him being there.
The Doctor's eyes flicked open and he let out a long, slow breath. Releasing himself from the traumatizing dream. Donna was still asleep as he pulled away, allowing his fingers to linger on her neck a moment longer before he rose and silently left the room.
Collapsing in his own bed, he glanced at a timer. He had no use for a clock inside a time machine, but he did like to know how much time had passed sometimes. What had felt like hours in the dream had only been ten minutes.
If Donna could think things like that…Think that he didn't want her hear, that she was a bother. Well… He was now more scared than ever that Donna would ask to go home.
N/A/N: Once again I apologize for the shortness, but I wanted to get this up fast. I think it was a decent amount of time… I only adopted it a day ago. Anyway, I hope this is what you would want from me. Not too heavy on the feels I don't think. I'll start working on the new chapter as soon as I can.
