I don't own Doctor Who. I know, I know, it surprised me too.

He was bleeding. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the warmth flowing down over his face at a somewhat alarming rate. It took his mind a moment to clear enough to focus on anything but the blood but when it did he panicked.

"Donna," he whispered, though he wanted to shout but since he didn't know where they were he thought he should keep quiet.

When there was no response he tried to move and found that though he was a little stiff he wasn't shackled to anything, which didn't rule out a jail cell but it made it much less likely. He crawled around, the dark even too much for his eyes and he couldn't do anything but feel what was beneath his hands. It felt like dirt, but like dirt that had been packed in tightly and that brought him back around to a jail cell. If he got them thrown into another jail, Donna was going to kill him. She had told him so very clearly after the last time that it had happened.

He tried to think back to what they had been doing before this had happened and he found that the memories weren't accessible. Maybe if he could find Donna she would remember. "Donna, please answer me." He was begging but if she called him out on it he would deny it. Donna was the first person he felt like he could be weak around and he felt a little lost without her presence.

He heard a telling grunt and crawled into the direction of it, and it wasn't long before he felt a shoe beneath his hand. He hoped that it was Donna and he moved next to the body and kept his hand sliding hoping to find the face, but a hand stopped him with a strong but soft grip. "Doctor?"

He felt a wave of relief at her voice, the voice that kept him going, and he smiled to the dark. "Yes, it's me."

"Just because I can't see you doesn't mean you can just touch wherever you want."

"Sorry," he told her, "Are you okay?"

He felt her reaching out for him and he moved to try to help her sit up, "Yes, are you? Where are we?"

"I'm fine," he didn't tell her about the bleeding, thinking that it felt like it was slowing and he didn't want her to worry. "I'm really not sure; do you remember what we were doing before this?"

There was a long pause, in which she managed to find his hand again and held on like it was a life line. He held on just at tightly and was so thankful that they were at least they were together. When had he become the Lord of Time that couldn't go on without the comfort of one human woman? "No," she finally told him. I remember you asking me where I wanted to go this morning and then waking up with you getting handsy."

"I wasn't getting handsy. I couldn't see you."

"Right," she muttered, "So what's the plan?"

"Well," he drew out the word hoping that he could think of a plan in the span of four letters.

"You don't have one, do you?"

She knew him a bit too well, "Not right now. Working on it."

"Okay," she told him, calmly. "I trust you."

She didn't have to say that, they both knew that she did, but she did it to reassure him. She was so good at saying the right thing, and lifting him up when he didn't even know that he needed it. That was probably why he had accidently fallen in love with her. He had not set out to do it, in fact told himself that was something he didn't even want. But he couldn't help it.

He noticed it first when he smiled at her attitude when she first woke up, especially if he was the reason. And then he couldn't stop smiling when she gave someone a piece of her mind. And the next thing he knew he didn't want to take a step if she was taking it with him. He never would have imagined feeling like this after Rose, but he did with Donna. She had found a way in, and he never wanted her to leave.

He reached into his coat pocket but wasn't surprised to find that the sonic was gone, which made him think jail again. "I don't have my sonic."

"No," she agreed. "It broke when you fell, remember."

"When I fell?"

"Yeah," she told him and then paused. "I remember us running, as we often do, and then you slipped and fell. The sonic broke in half and I told you to leave it."

He tried hard to think back to that moment, but found he couldn't see it clearly. He could remember running, and that the grass was a green like on Earth but that wasn't where they went. "Do you remember anything else?"

"No," she responded.

He started to speak when he heard a noise, which sounded very much like a growl. He turned to face the noise and tried to work his way in front of Donna but she didn't let go of his hand. She was never one to let him take all the burden, and she didn't let him now, holding on like she had when she had placed her hands over his one horrible day.