Hello all, I just wanted to inform those who had been reading strangers in paradise, I am writing the second story and will probably be posting it in chunks of chapters so hold tight. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. :(

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Shutting the TARDIS door with a quick snap, the Doctor threw his long brown coat over one of the coral branches near the ramp. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, the days of no rest and his clothes wrinkled from running from patient to patient. But, in the end he had found the antidote for the virus, saving everyone.

He began to set the controls allowing the TARDIS to return to the vortex. The Doctor looked up at the main column of his ship, the familiar whirling filling his ears; he shoved his hands into his pockets.

He never really knew what to do with his hands when there was nothing to do.

The Doctor sighed softly, looking around the console room, he wondered what to do next, maybe grab a bite to eat and relax for a while. After all he did deserve it. And a nice peanut butter and banana sandwich was beginning to sound to good him.

Walking down the hallway he turned into what he thought was the kitchen when his foot bumped into a bureau. Looking down he found light purple carpet instead of the white tile that was in the kitchen.

He realized that his ship had replaced the kitchen with Donna's old bedroom.

The Doctor looked at the bed that he had made a few days after she left, a few of her belongings that could never be returned to her lay on top of the blankets. Trinkets that she had picked up from various places to remind her of the 'best of times' they had shared.

He smiled at the pictures that hung on the wall, some were of him alone and others had the both of them. His eyes lingered on one of them that showed her with the snow mountains of Treina, his image had his arm around her shoulders. They both were smiling and had plenty of reason to; it had been a perfect day.

The Doctor continued to stare at himself and his arm around her, it had been at the time a friendly gesture, but with her gone and with him fully aware of his feelings; the Doctor knew that those feelings were so much more.

But, it was too late. She was gone, living her life; without him. Just as it should be. He had caused her too much grief, and even though he had told her that they had had the best of times, there was heartache in their adventures as well.

He had done so much damage to her and in the end he had taken to easy way out, erased her memories of him and what they had done. Yes, that was his answer for everything it seemed, when it became too much to handle, he would just forget about it, push it from his mind.

It was easy with Donna to forget, because it was as if it was never there to begin with.

The Doctor reached out and gently touched the picture, his finger brushing up against the glossy surface, trying to remember the feel of her skin; the warmth of her cheeks, the softness of her lips, the firm grasp of her hands.

Now, he had several pieces of paper with her image printed on it, a poor substitute for the real thing.

But, there was nothing to be done about that. He could never see her, talk to her, hold her. Even this empty room he tried to stay away from, too many memories to keep to himself. And it seemed that the TARDIS was missing the rambunctious redhead, leading him here; wanting him to always remember the woman who saved not only the universe, but him as well.

Shaking his head and sniffing lightly, the Doctor stepped away from the wall, his hand brushing along the bureau, as he went to the door.

"Okay, I want to get to the kitchen, will you please put her room back where it was." The Doctor addressed his ship, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke.

A gentle hum was his reply, and the Doctor stole one last look at the room before closing the door. He walked half way down the hall and back again, the brown wooden door of Donna's room was replaced with an open archway that led into the kitchen.

"Thank you." The Doctor walked in and went to the kettle on the stove, wanting tea with his sandwich that he really no longer wanted.

Filling it he set it back down again, lighting the burner and turning to fetch a cup from the counter, Donna's dark blue one with the stars and sun printed on the side was still next to his, he had not the heart to store it away, not yet.

He went ahead and scooped the sugar into the bottom of the cup, and set it down on the table as he went to fetch the milk from the refrigerator; he found it amazing that as much as he actually ate in the TARDIS, he had so much food. Of course, most of it was Donna's, she had stuff to snack on that he made his brows rise.

Taking out the milk he closed the door, the Doctor's eyes looked up at the top of the fridge where the tin of biscuits were and with he other hand he grabbed them as well.

He smirked when he heard Donna's voice in his head telling him to get his hands off her biscuits.

Setting them both on the table next to his cup, he turned back to the stove waiting for the whistle to sound.

But the next thing he heard was not the kettle, but the TARDIS, two loud shrills sounded before the ship lurched, throwing him to the floor. He heard a loud crash of glass breaking around him and the kettle rattling on the on the metal stovetop.

And as soon as the chaos began it was over.

The Doctor groaned as he moved to a sitting position, he flexed his left wrist back and forth a few times, he looked around the kitchen, nothing was really amiss from the TARDIS having shaking the place terribly. He looked toward the spot where he heard the nearest crash, his cup was shattered and the sugar strewn across the floor.

Getting up, the Doctor shut the stove off his eyes looked at Donna's cup, it had not faired during the commotion. Picking it up he inspected the crack on the side, it ran from the top to almost the bottom and the handle was completely destroyed. He sighed knowing that it was beyond repair. With a twinge of sadness he figured now was a good as time as any to get rid of it and move on.

But, now he had to get to the control room, seeing that the TARDIS just didn't go willy nilly and start flinging about, especially when it was secure in the vortex.

He went out into the hallway and started to run towards the console, with a quick inspection of the room, he couldn't see any loose wires or damage that wasn't going to interfere with the controls.

He went over to the monitor and scanned the readings, wondering what exactly happened to cause his ship to lose control. It looked like the TARDIS had slipped out of the vortex and managed to get into the path of an eclipse near the planet Xfenus.

"Okay, that's not possible."

He said as he looked up at the main column as if looking for some explanation, and of course found none, her mechanics seemed to be functioning normally, the center pulsing with artificial life.

"Doctor, what the hell was that?"

He turned towards the voice that was so familiar and yet couldn't possibly be.

Donna stood in the doorway, her red hair disheveled, her eyes tired with sleep and her face twisted with confusion and annoyance.

The Doctor's eyes widened with surprise, his throat felt clenched as the emotion of seeing her before him rose immensely. His feet made one stumbled step forward, "Donna."

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