Ok, this is my version of what happens to the Doctor after the Christmas episode 'The Next Doctor.' I've tried to be original in how he saves Donna but no idea if it is plausible or not. Thanks to all those authors out there who gave me inspiration. Before I forget 'I don't own Doctor Who.' Such a shame as I wouldn't have ended the tenth Doctor and Donna the way they did. Please enjoy and review. :P
Chapter 1
The Doctor leaned back, outwardly content. Jackson Lake reclined leisurely beside him, the remains of a hearty meal spread out in front of them. Opposite them sat Rosita and Frederick, the boy turned to face his new nursemaid, "Rosy, I'm tired, can I go to bed now?" Rosita nodded and took his hand, "come on then, bed time." The two left, leaving the men alone.
Jackson immediately turned an accusing gaze to the Doctor, "there is something on your mind I feel Doctor, you laugh and smile but your eyes show that you are far away." The Doctor sighed, massaging the back of his neck as he did so, "you know me too well Jackson Lake. Yes, you're right; there is something on my mind; an idea that refuses to show itself." Jackson took a long swig from his wine and turned back to face the Doctor, looking him straight in the eye. "Would it be anything to do with saving a certain lady friend?" he asked innocently. The Doctor's voice was level as he spoke, "Rose is gone, and I can't get her back. Anyway, she has, well, me." Jackson shook his head in exasperation, "you know as well as I that even if you could rescue Rose you are unlikely to, we both know who you are really thinking about. I've seen your life and to me, it's obvious."
The Doctor groaned, dropping his head to the table he asked, "Am I really that obvious?" Jackson grinned evilly, "yep, totally, all that 'oh we're not a couple.' You love her don't you?" The Doctor nodded slowly, sadly. When I lost her I felt lost. Like part of me had died with her Timelord mind. I was so lonely, lonelier than ever before, and, as you know, I'm no stranger to loneliness." He trailed off, looking guilty that he had told so much. Jackson patted his arm awkwardly, "so, what's this idea? Knowing you it should be a good one, and I hope it works, from the little I've seen of Donna I hope it does." Jackson trailed off as well, looking uncomfortable. "Mmm," the Doctor looked thoughtful, "I would tell you but, well, it's complicated, you…" Don't exaggerate the point," Jackson interrupted.
"I know full well I probably wouldn't understand a word but, nonetheless, I want to help, Rosita does too. We care." Wordlessly the Doctor nodded his thanks. At that moment Rosita returned, "He's all settled in, sleeping like a log. Not surprising after what he's been through." Jackson nodded his understanding and thanks but kept his gaze on the Doctor, as if scared that he would slip away. It was just as well because that was exactly what the Doctor was planning to do. Jackson's next question was direct. "What's the plan?"
