Chapter One
The Doctor was unlike any man she'd met before. She'd had a few important ones in her life, sure; her granddad had always loved her no matter what, unlike her mother Sylvia, who was constantly telling Donna how worthless she was.
Then she'd met Lance, and everything had changed. Not really because of Lance himself; he was a git. He'd turned out to be in league with the Empress of the Racnoss, who was pretty much a giant spider bent on world domination. (And when she said giant, she didn't mean big. She meant flipping enormous.) She'd loved him, and he'd turned out to be a two-faced self-preserving sod. But he'd done a lot for her, in a way. Without Lance, she'd have never met the Doctor, and the Doctor meant the world to her. Several worlds, actually.
That wasn't to say that she fancied the Doctor. Who would want a skinny alien with a blue box anyway? Not Donna Noble, that was for sure. They were mates, and they both knew that was meant in the regular sense of the word, not the Discovery Channel way. Sure, they'd kissed once but honestly, he was dying and she couldn't think of anything better to do at the time; it definitely qualified as a shock. They'd made it quite clear afterwards that it was never to happen again, then they'd laughed at yet another fantastic adventure.
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Donna snapped back into reality as the TARDIS jerked, the Doctor buzzing about the controls and grinning madly. His mood had improved considerably since their previous adventure. Some vacation that turned out to be. The Doctor had come back from his flight visibly shaken and unwilling to talk about anything, and though he seemed in better spirits after they'd left the planet she knew he wasn't his usual self.
"Doctor? You sure you're all ri-" Donna's words were cut off as the ship stopped pitching about. He grabbed her, pulling her outside with him. I wonder where we've gone this time?
That was the last time Donna Noble set foot in the TARDIS for over a year. In that year, the Doctor died and most of England was attacked by aliens. Then Donna Noble was killed. She died so that she could start again, live that year over so she could meet the Doctor like she had always been destined to do and so they could keep saving the universe together.
"Donna, you've got something on your back," the Doctor said without thinking, brushing a bit of dust off Donna's shoulder as he walked past. That earned him quite a smack. It also brought about the return of Rose Tyler and the darkness.
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She was in the TARDIS again only this time alone. She was trapped and scared, truly scared for the first time in quite a while. No one was around to hear her witty retorts, so she simply screamed for him as she'd done a few times before, only when she really needed him.
"Doctor!"
But unlike before, he couldn't come running. She didn't know what was going on, but....What the bloody....the jar on the floor was glowing. The hand inside it seemed almost alive, but that wasn't possible. She reached out to touch it, and everything went black.
Opening her eyes, Donna realized she was still inside the burning TARDIS, dying right along with it. She turned around and....Oh, isn't that just wizard....the Doctor was beside her. And he was naked.
"Oi! I thought we'd agreed, none of this!"
"What?"
"You....you GIT! Put your clothes on and get us out of here!"
"What?!"
"You heard me," Donna yelled. She was normally amused by his antics, but she could only take so much of his laughing in the face of death. "SHIFT, MARTIAN BOY!"
"WHAT?!" He looked genuinely confused, then suddenly started spewing out technobabble as she'd never seen him do before. "Biological metacrisis...." he said as he punched a few buttons. "I love my hand...." Rambling, he fiddled with a dial or two and the TARDIS was safe again. "Molto bene! Donna, do you know what this means?"
"That you've gone completely loony?" The Doctor laughed, snorting in the process, and it suddenly occurred to Donna that he was different somehow. "Are you all right, Doctor?"
"All right? I'm fantastic! And you, Donna Noble, so are you. Come on, Sunshine, we better go save me and the others! I'll just...." Donna started to ask, but he dashed off, suddenly seeming to realize that he had saved both of them without the assistance of pants. She hadn't seen the Doctor look this embarrassed since River Song had called him 'pretty boy.'
She realized he'd left the TARDIS unattended, so she flipped a switch or two just to make sure they didn't crash. I don't remember him teaching me that, she thought. I must have seen him do it a million times though. Monkey see, monkey do. Or rather Martian do. Donna suppressed a chuckle as the Doctor returned. "Okay, Spaceboy, let's go save the world." Their eyes met, both of them grinning broadly, and they spoke in unison.
"Again."
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Donna didn't think much of it until after Davros attacked her, but she and the new Doctor were thinking alike more than usual. Surprisingly so. She was sprawled out on the floor of the Crucible (maybe Mum is right....all I do these days is lie about) and she suddenly understood everything the Doctor had said just minutes ago in the TARDIS. Biological metacrisis, two-way to be exact. She was Donna Noble, part super temp, part Time Lord, all attitude. And ready to show the Daleks that she wasn't just a temp from Chiswick anymore.
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To be continued....