A/N: I loved Donna, and quite frankly it sucks what happened in JE (FINALE SPOILERS, PEOPLE). So I'm gonna fix it.

In the end, it doesn't take much to spark her memory. She's walking down the street, and in a shop window is a brown suit, nearly identical to the one the Doctor would wear. And in that moment, it all comes flooding back.

She remembers Agatha Christie, and avoiding shadows in the greatest library in the universe. She remembers the pain of hearing the song of the imprisoned Ood, and the joy of finally releasing them from that prison. It makes her proud to remember saving the universe.

And with the knowledge of saving the universe comes the knowledge that this remembering should be killing her, but for some reason her head hasn't exploded or whatever was supposed to happen. She no longer has the Doctor's cleverness, and she definitely cannot explain why she is still alive. All she knows is that she's grateful, upset that she was left behind, and something else she can't quite identify.

Whatever that something is, it plagues her for days. It stops her from telling her mum and grandpa that she remembers anything at all, even though it drives her crazy when she finally notices how differently they treat her now.

She would contact the Doctor, but that unidentifiable something keeps her from tracking Sarah Jane or Martha down for the number of the TARDIS. She goes two weeks before what's bothering her finally hits her in the face.

The problem is she is so incredibly angry with the Doctor that she thinks she would choke his skinny little Martian body until he passed out. It surprises her at first that it took her two entire weeks to realize that she is mad at him, but she supposes that she was a bit preoccupied with feeling left behind. Left behind and forgotten, after she told him forever.

But "No" meant "No" dammit, and she cannot believe that, after everything they had been through, he had decided to take away the part of her that made her finally feel like she was worth something, more than just the temp from Chiswick that no one really cared about.

Hell, even her mother told her nearly every day that she was a disappointment. A waste. And it's not like she disagreed. Every day she thought of how much she wasted her life, of how much she hated herself for being how she was. Her mother was just icing on the cake.

The Doctor sent her back to that. To that self-hatred, to the despair of waking up every day and hating her life because there was nothing worthwhile in it. He had given her the universe, but above all he had given her a feeling of self-worth that she doesn't think she ever could have achieved by herself, despite his insistence of her potential. Not only did he leave her behind, he sent her to hate herself after he taught her to be better.

More than that, he did it knowing that she didn't want it. She had known that death was the alternative, and yet she still had not wanted him to take it all away.

With anger growing inside of her, she decided she was going to tell that alien mind-rapist just what she thought of the whole situation.