These are the thoughts of Donna as the Doctor transports her to the TARDIS as she is 'saved'. This is only a drabble and all in my head, I'm just elaborating on some thoughts I had about being saved.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, I do own a remote control Dalek and a figure of the Doctor- BBC owns all.
Twelve Seconds
The sight of the Doctor fading from view had angered Donna. He was sending her back to the TARDIS without so much as a second thought, she wanted to stay with him, she wanted to help. She wasn't useless...poor Miss Evangelista, the thought flickered through her mind in those brief seconds when she had no form, while she was molecules in the air floating from the Library to the TARDIS, it wasn't her fault that she wasn't intelligent. Donna herself wasn't the brain of Britain, but when it came down to it she hoped that she had at least some use, to the Doctor. Though judging by the way he'd been acting recently, she was more of a nuisance than anything else. In those brief seconds of formlessness Donna thought back to what Professor Song had said about the Library she had said that 4022 people had been saved but none of them had survived. How could they have been saved and not lived. It made no sense. As she reached the TARDIS her awareness of her surroundings sharpened as visions of the TARDIS' interior greeted her, then there was pain, an excruciating pain that made Donna scream, and then there was nothing. A silence that was empty, a silence that seemed to echo on forever. It was then that she realised what Professor song had meant, they had been 'saved' their essence had been saved inside the Library, those information points they were faces, faces of saved people. The Doctor had said that the core of the planet was one large computer, it would make sense then that these people had been saved like you do a file. When you've been saved consciousness isn't the best way to describe the awareness you have of your surroundings. Donna knew she was alive, knew that she still existed on some level, she wasn't sure if she was corporeal or not however, the darkness and the silence were overwhelming. Thinking took a long time, the whole thought process was slow, like something had been severed and wouldn't connect the cogs would turn but synapses wouldn't spark, it was like being drugged. Donna would have rather been left to reach the TARDIS, she didn't want to be saved and stored away, and she wanted to be safe, safe where the darkness couldn't get her, where the silence wouldn't be so deafening.
A/N: So what do you think of my thoughts? Agree, disagree? Think I'm crazy? Well whatever you think please review, no flames thank you.