This is an idea that came to me and refused to leave me alone. Spoilers for The Fires of Pompeii.
Apologies in advance for any OOC-ishness. Mainly with Donna. I've not really "got" her character yet. If that makes any sense!!
Reviews would be nice. You know. :-)
I don't own Doctor Who. I just get strange ideas to do with the characters that I feel compelled to write down.
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The TARDIS was quiet.
The Doctor had expected Donna to stay in the control room with him, asking questions and making comments.
Instead, after he'd reset the coordinates, they'd sat in silence for a while.
Then;
"Don't you ever sleep?"
He'd looked up from the sonic screwdriver for a moment.
"Nope." A pause, in which Donna looked extremely disbelieving. "Well. Sometimes. If I need to."
"What about now?"
He frowned for a moment.
"Nah. Don't need to sleep yet, it's a waste of time! Imagine all the things you could get done if you didn't sleep!"
From the look on her face, she couldn't think of anything.
She smiled.
"I'm exhausted. I mean, if tomorrow's gonna be like today, I need a rest, don't I?"
"Oh, don't talk like that! Tomorrow's gonna be better than today! You think you're tired now!! This one time, me and...a friend of mine, we ran from a police squadron in the Kasadani Junction for two days! Two whole days, just running!!"
Donna got up, yawning.
"I should really-"
"Do you remember where your room is?"
She shook her head at him, like it was a stupid question to ask.
"Night, Doctor." She said, and then she was gone.
He remembered a time when silence was welcome. When he told himself it was better to be alone.
That seemed like a distant memory now. He'd had enough of the cold, quiet hours he'd spent on his own.
The TARDIS seemed to hum in agreement.
She is returning...
He looked up from the TARDIS controls suddenly. For a moment it had almost seemed like someone had spoken.
She is returning...
He hadn't taken much notice of the comment at the time. There had been more important things to worry about, lives to save, aliens to stop.
Now it seemed important.
She is returning...
But who was she?
He shook his head, knew he was making a big deal about a simple sentence.
Why, then, did it seem so significant?
He felt like there was an answer, whispering, just beyond his reach.
She is returning...
The Pyroviles could see throughout time, he thought. They could have meant anyone he would meet, or even someone he'd already met. It was meaningless.
She is returning...
For a moment, there was a noise that sounded like a howl, echoing around the control room.
It was gone before he could even wonder where it was coming from. Gone before he could even wonder whether he'd imagined it.
He sighed, and turned back to the TARDIS controls.