Anything that looks familiar isn't mine.
Author's Notes: After Journey's End. Some memories are too amazing to lose forever. This is only the drabble. There is now a longer, multi-chapter version called "Goodbye, Alien Boy".
In dreams, it all came back to her. Gigantic fires that seemed to walk towards her, exhaling tendrils of black smoke. Gigantic wasps buzzing madly with stingers poised to kill. Spaghetti-faced monsters, grasping glowing orbs and singing songs of every horrible thing imaginable. These things chased her down dark corridors, catching her only when the shouts of "RUN!" that echoed around her faded and she just couldn't run anymore. She would thrash between her sheets as the rough, sinister memories arose again.
But it wasn't all bad. Sometimes, there were other things. Nicer things. Familiar things that she'd never seen before. Red trainers. Thick-rimmed glasses. Furrowing eyebrows. A large, glowing room that seemed to pulse and secrete something that could only be home. The feeling of home.
She'd open her eyes again. She'd know that where she was, now, was home. Calling her mates, looking for temp jobs and eyeing single-looking men was home. Her life. Yet, these nicer things she dreamt were always so much better. They'd run ahead of her in the corridor. She'd catch up and they'd comfort her when it all got too scary.
Softly, while her consciousness slept, Donna remembered.