Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Doctor or Donna which is truly unfortunate. So, this is an odd combination of Series 4 Rewrite with a decidedly shippy tone and Regarding Mrs Smith prequel. For those of you who care, it directly follows the events of Antony & Cleopatra & The Doctor & Donna. The good news is that you don't have to have read any of that to follow this, but I'm just telling anyone who wants to know, so please don't let that scare you off. I guess technically there are Series 4 spoilers, but I plan on making up a lot of stuff so... Please, please let me know what you think and happy reading.

"How are you?"

Donna woke up to find the Doctor hovering over her with a tea tray. He set it down on the bedside table and sat next to her.

What had happened? Living in the TARDIS she sometimes had a difficult time recalling precisely how events had taken shape.

Right. Soothsayer. Mark Antony with a sword sticking out of him. Pregnancy test. Bulls with no noses. Goo Monsters and to cap it all off, ending up covered in goo and vomiting.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Did you bleep me?"

He sighed. "No, you asked me not to and you seemed better after the medicine. Should I?"

"No."

"Okay... well, how are you?"

She nodded. "Better. Not that I could have been much worse."

"Well, then tea and dry toast," he said happily giving her a cup.

Donna sipped it and nibbled at the toast.

"I have a treat in store," he said.

Donna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know all about your treats, space man."

"No, this is a good one. A first class resort, best suite in the hotel. No, look, I've even got a brochure." He pulled something out of his breast pocket and handed it over.

"Midnight," she said, looking at it and opened the brochure. "Ooh, a spa menu."

"See? I have, on occasion, been known to do something you like."

Donna cracked a smile. "Well, it's more than just occasionally, but thank you. It looks nice."

The Doctor grinned. "We'll be there any second."

"Great." She looked at the brochure. "Oh, they have a pool."

"Honeymoon tour of the universe, luxury edition," he said.

"Do they have any restaurants?"

He frowned. "Why are you so concerned about restaurants all of a sudden? Have you been watching Gordon Ramsay again?"

"No, I just-" She felt a sudden wave of nausea and knew she didn't have the Goo Monsters to blame this time. "Excuse me."

The Doctor watched in confusion as Donna leapt up and ran into the bathroom.

"You alright, Donna?"

"Yeah! Give me a minute!," she managed to call out before lowering her head over the toilet.

Donna looked up at herself in the mirror.

She was smiling. She wasn't the sort of woman who went around unintentionally smiling. A brief stint in retail had forced her to smile and she then decided her co-workers who were capable of smiling unintentionally were all idiots of one kind or another. Working in a shop really lowered her faith in humanity. Yes, even though she had spent the past ten minutes with her head in the toilet, she was smiling. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of what was going to happen. How her family was going to react. What her mum would do after they got her off the floor after she fell unconscious.

Mostly, though, she wanted to make this perfect for the Doctor. He got to amaze and surprise her all the time, she wasn't giving this up even if the vomiting might have been a clue. She was going to get to surprise him. As much as she wanted a baby, she knew what it meant to the Doctor, how it could help heal some old wounds he had been walking around with for a very long time now. She was going to make this brilliant.

She was going to pay him back for all the amazing he'd given her.

"Donna!," the Doctor whined.

Donna walked out.

"You alright?," asked the Doctor.

"Fine," said Donna.

"We've arrived," he said happily picking up the luggage the TARDIS had packed for them.

"Good."

The Doctor took her hand and they stepped out of the TARDIS. "This is the planet Midnight. The year is forty-nine eighty."

"Why's it called Midnight?"

"Look up."

Donna looked up. There was a massive dome and it appeared to have no light, but they were surrounded by diamond fields and towers. "It's gorgeous."

"Oh, it gets better. There's a waterfall made of sapphires."

"Really?," asked Donna.

"Yep, just a four hour ride away."

"Four hours?," asked Donna. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the spa.

"Yeah, on a bus."

"Four hours on a bus?"

"We can just catch it," said the Doctor, dragging Donna. She didn't move, though.

"We haven't even been to our room yet," said Donna.

"Suite," said the Doctor.

"We just got here. Do we have to jump on a bus? Can I see this luxury suite?"

The Doctor checked his watch. "Alright..." he groaned.

The suite was very nice indeed and Donna tried to kill some time while she worked out a way to get herself out of this space bus journey.

The Doctor for his part tapped his foot impatiently and groaned aloud as she looked around. "Okay, seen the suite now, haven't we? Bed. Telly. Just like every other hotel room in recorded history. Trust me. Now, Donna, we have to hurry or we'll miss our bus."

"We just got here!," Donna protested. She opened the minibar. "Oh, look. No bananas."

Donna looked up as the Doctor produced a banana from his pocket.

"Oh, what a cliché," she said with a sigh.

"Allons-y!," he said grabbing her hand.

Unable to protest, Donna found herself dragged down to the transportation desk, which was basically a regional airport with better lighting.

"Donna..." the Doctor whined as he dragged her along to the transportation desk. There was a queue forming. There were posters for various destinations on the walls: Winter Witch Canyon, The Multifaceted Coast and...

"Four hours!," she protested.

"Sapphire Waterfall, Donna! A waterfall made of sapphire!"

"How does that even work?"

"We have to find out," the Doctor said with a glint in his eye that gave Donna the dreaded feeling she would be on a bus soon.

"I thought maybe we would relax and then have dinner."

"What is this with dinner? Why are you so concerned about dinner all of a sudden?"

"I just thought it would be nice for us to sit down and have a nice meal."

The Doctor could smell a rat, even if he didn't realize it was a rat he was smelling at the time. "We had a nice meal last night."

"Which ended with me getting covered in goo and vomiting. Let's try it without that."

"I think we ought to go off on the excursion and get your mind off food. Especially since you're not back to yourself-"

"That's just it, though. I need rest. Four hours there, four hours back. How is that any fun?"

"It's fun with you," he said with the eyes of a happy puppy.

Donna looked at the departures continuing to get the feeling she was doomed to a bus ride. She was watching as a set of parents stepped out as their bus disembarked. The two girls were covered in sick. Donna must have been staring because the mother said, "motion sickness" as if she walked around with sick-covered children all the time and it was a perfectly normal way to go through life.

She looked at the Doctor. "Do Time Lords get motion sickness?"

"No, our inner ears are completely different, accounting for our heightened sense of hearing. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing," said Donna. She again covered her nose as the girls passed sincerely hoping the whole nine months wouldn't be like this.

"Well," said the Doctor, "if you're so intent on not going, I can go alone."

Donna glanced back at him. He was clearly expecting that this would elicit some sort of sympathy from her where she would just give in.

"Well," said Donna, "have fun." She stretched up to give him a kiss.

"Where are you going?," he asked equal parts disbelief and confusion.

"The spa. I've been ill all night. I need a facial."

"You don't need anything!," he protested as she walked off.

Donna quickly made her way to the spa. She signed on for the full treatment, she could use it. Running around through all of space and time was taking its toll. They showed her to a changing room where she got in a fluffy white robe and went to wait at the pool until a masseuse freed up.

She was having trouble relaxing. She still had to sort out a suitable surprise for the Doctor at dinner. What was she going to wear? What was going to finally happen when they told her family?

What was she going to do with a Time Baby?

Just in the nick of time to keep her from having a complete panic attack about the full meaning of impending motherhood, a young butler arrived with a ringing purple phone. She picked it up knowing full well who was on the other end.

"I said, no!"

"Sapphire waterfall - it's a waterfall made of sapphires! This enormous jewel, size of a glacier, reaches the Cliffs of Oblivion, and then shatters into sapphires at the edge - they fall 100,000 feet into a crystal ravine."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," Donna replied.

"Oh, come on! They're boarding now! It's no fun if I see it on my own. Four hours, that's all it takes."

"No, that's four hours there and four hours back, it's like a school trip. I'd rather go sunbathing," answered Donna. God, eight hours on a space bus. Donna was getting nauseous just imagining it.

"You be careful. That's Xtonic sunlight. I don't want to hear later that you're too burned for..." his voice trailed off.

Donna smirked. "You know, you can say it to your wife especially when you're doing it."

"I will. Later."

"Besides, I'm safe. The brochure says that glass is fifteen feet thick." She paused. "You'll be back in time for dinner, though?"

"Yeah, we'll try that anti-gravity restaurant. With bibs."

Donna got ill thinking about that as well. "Any other restaurants?"

"What's wrong with the anti-gravity restaurant?"

"Nothing's wrong with it, I just want to tell you something without getting hit in the face by a strawberry tart."

"You worry too much."

She scoffed. "One of us has to."

"See you later. Love you."

"Oi! You be careful, all right?"

"Nah. Taking a big space truck with a bunch of strangers across a diamond planet called Midnight - what could possibly go wrong?"

Donna hung up and the butler returned to collect the phone.

"Sorry, I didn't see in the brochure if there were any contra-indications for pregnancy on the extonic sunlight?"

"Sorry, ma'am?"

"It's just my husband- he's clever when he's not being an idiot- says this sunlight is dangerous and I get the glass part and all, but I'm pregnant and I just don't want an overcooked, sunburnt baby or something. Come to think of it, the father's about as pale as I am." Donna had never thought of that before. Did Time Lords get sunburn? Was there special Time Baby suncream or could she just pick it up at Tesco?

The butler looked confused. "Why would it be overcooked?"

"Well, how should I know? It's your deadly sun, not mine." Donna sighed and got up. "Never mind. I'm going to the spa. They don't use any chemicals, do they? Is there a more detailed brochure somewhere?"

Donna awoke.

She thought she had seen the strangest program on the telly for a moment. It was just some girl with awful roots beating on the camera. As she stirred, it disappeared revealing some futuristic chat show that still managed to involve a paternity test.

After a thorough inspection of the spa menu and massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, she had fallen asleep in that sinfully fluffy robe on top of the bed. She saw the clock and immediately realized something.

It was late. The Doctor should have been back by now for dinner. Could they have gotten their signals crossed? Or maybe he had come in, seen her asleep and decided to let her continue? That scenario seemed very unlikely. She picked up the room phone.

"Front Desk."

"Hi, this is Mrs. Smith in the Sapphire Suite. I was wondering if you could connect me to the transport desk?"

There was a long pause. "Why is that?"

Donna frowned. "My husband was on the Crusader 50. I was just wondering if it got in yet."

Another long pause from the clerk. "Please hold."

Donna was on hold for ten minutes. She had spent long enough answering phones to know when she was being lied to. She hung up angrily and stormed down to the transportation desk.

"Where is my husband?," asked Donna.

The unprepared staffers looked at each other.

"I'm gonna ask it again. My husband. The Doctor. Crusader 50. He left hours ago on your stupid space bus and he's supposed to be back! Where is he?"

One of the clerks spoke timidly. "There was an accident."

"What do you mean?"

"They had to send out another bus, it's just arriving-" she said pointing at the gate.

Donna turned around. The people leaving now looked as if they had been through the ringer. Mum, Dad, teenage son. A young woman followed by an old man. Finally, the Doctor came out. He looked up at Donna with almost no expression. He just looked tired. Donna put her arms around him and held him for what seemed like a long time, but wasn't nearly long enough.

"What happened?," she asked.

The Doctor didn't answer. She followed his gaze to the family standing nearby, looking ashamed.

"Not here."

"Doctor, what happened?," she asked as she looked at the other passengers.

"Please, Donna, let's just go."

Donna took his hand and walked with him. They stopped at one of the resort's cafes. They sat down silently at a table.

"Doctor, come on. You have to tell me something." She spotted the old man from the terminal. He quickly walked away. "What was that? Why were they all looking at you like that?"

"They tried to kill me."

"What?"

"They got together and were going to throw me out an airlock."

"What happened? Tell me."

"There was a creature onboard. It possessed me. I couldn't speak... I... this resort. They'll have to close it down. Leave the planet."

"Doctor, I'm sorry." She shook her head. "I should have gone."

"Why?"

"I could have helped you."

He was looking away now. "It could have possessed you."

Donna shook her head. "Don't think about that now. What do you need me to do?"

"I have to tell them about the creature. You don't have to do that. They can build a Leisure Palace somewhere else. Let this planet keep on turning, round an Xtonic star. In silence."

"I can come with you if it will help," Donna offered.

"Just wait back in the TARDIS." He stood up.

Donna nodded. "Okay. I'll get back to the room and get our things and meet you back in the TARDIS."

He didn't answer her.

Donna went back to the room and got dressed. She stuck both fluffy robes in her suitcase. Her husband nearly getting killed, she figured she was entitled. Along those lines, she also cleaned out the snacks from the minibar. They were nice dressing gowns anyway. She packed up the rest of the things and walked out with the luggage.

The TARDIS was parked back by the transport area. There were already shuttles leaving Midnight, the resort's guests were heading out. She put the bags in and stood to wait for the Doctor.

Then she spotted that family again. The one from the Crusader 50. The woman looked over at Donna and quickly away again. They looked away from her staring at the departures gate as if it were any other day.

That made her angry.

"Oi!," she shouted.

They flinched.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you!"

Donna walked over.

"We don't want any trouble-" said the man.

"He's sorry," said the teenager. "We all are-"

Donna looked at the man. "What the hell happened on that bus? You tried to kill my husband, didn't you?"

"You weren't there. You don't understand," said the woman.

"You bet I wasn't there, lady, if I had been you would have ended up out an airlock!"

She spotted the old man. "You! What did you have to do with it?!"

"I was just there to study the waterfall..." he stammered.

"What the hell happened?!," she shouted.

"Donna."

She turned around to see that the Doctor was standing right behind her.

"Come on," he said. He wasn't even looking in their direction.

"Doctor, they tried to kill you," said Donna.

"Come on," he insisted, walking through the door of the TARDIS.

Donna was agog. She walked in after him.

"Sorry, you're just going to let them get away with it?"

He wasn't answering. Donna was flummoxed.

"Everyone else gets a lecture, but them? You don't want to do it well, I bloody will."

"Do you think that would help?," he asked.

"I-"

He cut her off by starting the controls quietly.

"Doctor, do you want to talk about it?"

"I think I'm done talking today."

"You could try."

"We're in the vortex. Nothing to worry about," he said. "I'll be in my study."

He walked away.

"You have a study?!," Donna called after him.

He walked away and Donna fell back on the jump seat.

The Doctor had never been like that before. Even when they disagreed, it was never silent like some couples she knew. No walking off, no slammed doors. They shouted. A lot. They could both shout a good game and neither of them knew when to stop. Most arguments just ended with them getting interrupted by an alien who was about to kill them or at the very worst, the TARDIS shutting off all the lights and refusing to open any doors until they came to an understanding.

She didn't know what to do with this.

It was a rough day. He had a rough day, that's all. This wasn't a good night to tell him about the baby. She couldn't have the memory of people trying to throw him out an air lock twisted up with getting the news he was going to be a dad again.

It would be better tomorrow.

She could try again then.

A/N: I'm going to Lilac Summers my way through this one. Reviews are like finding out The Office took my idea and the finale is going to be the Tenth Doctor giving Donna her memory back. I have a theory for this. Also, I've got to get better at these...