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There was blood…so much blood. She knew some of it was hers, but she couldn't think about checking herself for injuries. The Time Lords head, her Doctor, was resting on her lap, and she was pushing on the wound on his neck. He told her that the sonic would stop it easily but they had taken that. He promised not to die, not to leave her here, but she didn't know that he could keep that promise.

He was looking up at her, with those great big puppy eyes, and she kissed his forehead, murmuring words of comfort. At least she hoped they were comforting, she didn't know that she was good at that sort of thing.

"Donna," he gasped out, and she told him once again not to talk. "Have to, if I don't make it…"

"You promised," she told him firmly, and he closed his mouth. She liked to think she still had that effect but really she knew that it was just very hard to talk.

She leaned down, taking herself a little by surprise and kissed his lips briefly. When she pulled back he managed a little smile. "Knew you wanted me."

"Shush," she told him softly.

And she hoped that wouldn't be the last thing he ever heard her say.

2 days before

Donna sat at her desk, playing a card game on the computer. Spaceman had brought them in undercover, but since they weren't really working here, there was very little for her to do. He had installed the games to help entertain her. He seemed to be having the time of his life, acting as the office manager.

"Donna," he spoke through the small intercom. She looked over at the phone thinking of knew way to make him pay for making her his secretary. "Can you bring me those files, please?"

One, two, and then the soft giggle he couldn't seem to stop. Yes, there would be rewards for her when this was all done. He was an exited child on the best of days, cooping him up in an office was like giving him a pound of sugar.

She sighed, turning off her screen, and grabbed the files. They had been here a week, he had said 'oh it'll be a day or two' but she had met the man so she knew that was wrong from the start. Lord of Time, ha, more like Lord of Bad Estimations. Still, he promised that they would be wrapping it up.

It wasn't hard, in all honesty she hadn't done much of anything, but she was bored. All of time and space and she was stuck doing office work on Earth. Boring didn't cover it.

They stayed in the TARDIS at night, but their days were spent acting like normal people who hadn't ever seen the Great Waterfall of Lick Lack. It was beautiful. Maybe she would make him take her there again. He complained, said there were other things in the universe, but she suspected he would do anything to make her happy. She couldn't understand why, but she didn't dislike it.

She opened the door, closing it behind her. "Mister Smith," she said, hoping it sounded sarcastic enough. She didn't want to lose her touch. She couldn't call him Doctor.

They had arrived, he had used the sonic to scan for bugs in the office- the only time he had used alien tech since they arrived- declared it free. And then promptly told her that they better be careful in case there were bugs. Which really just told her that he had no idea what was going on way more than she first realized, a scary fact, she decided.

"Thank you," he was grinning like he had found her secret supply of banana cake. Probably had, he was snooping around the kitchen this morning.

"Yeah," she muttered, looking around the office.

"You can stay if you want," he told her; she assumed trying to be kind.

He told her last night, while he was giving her the massage she asked for, that he missed her. She told him he was crazy and she was just outside his office door. He got all weird, as he had done lately, and told her that it wasn't the same.

Martian, what could you do with them?

"I think the people in the office already think we are having an affair," she told him simply, smiling softly. He was so clueless sometimes.

"What," she watched him, waiting for it to click. "Oh, right. Well, you know…"

"You should probably stop right there," she informed him.

He nodded, "Okay, stopping. Well, I put some new magazines in your desk drawer, so enjoy."

"You're the best," she told him with a grin.

"I know," he told her, and shooed her away. "Don't need to feed the rumors."

She agreed, completely, although he did look darn good in that suit. Wait where did that come from. He always wore a suit. This office was getting to her head.

She had her hand on the door, "Donna."

She glanced back at him, "Yes."

"Thank you," she shook her head. "No, really. For everything. You are amazing."

She tried not to blush, and told him to shush. Returning to her desk she opened her drawer and pulled out today's selections. She was relieved to see that they were all relatively normal. Yesterday she had found something from a world where the species were apparently otters. Walking, talking otters, and he gave he a copy of Otter Monthly. She confronted him about it and he tried to explain but she felt like he was going to somehow say that she reminded him of them, and she would have to slap him. He shut his mouth.]

It's a shame; maybe if she slapped him, he would have fired her. Not that she needed a break, but the TARDIS could provide more entertainment than this.

A pretty blond approached her desk, she looked up, thankful she was holding a magazine from Earth. It would have been hard to explain the otters, she had read it, and it was interesting. She wouldn't tell the Doctor that though.

"I have a question for Mr. Smith," the blond said with a smile that Donna didn't care for.

Oh, she had seen her flirting with him. She wasn't going to have that. She told herself that she was just looking out for him, because she didn't think he would know flirting from the opposite sex if it came wrapped in bananas. Even if the man did it himself with every breath.

But really, she couldn't explain it, but she wouldn't let her near for another reason. He was her Doctor. Only hers. No, that didn't mean she wanted him like that, thank you very much, but still she had a claim. She took care of him…and he didn't need a blond…

"I can ask," she told the blond, her name was something odd like Camera or something along those lines.

"I'd really rather do it myself," Donna told her, keeping her voice level.

"I want to see Mr. Smith," Camera, even if that wasn't her name that was what Donna was going to call her.

Donna was fairly sure she almost smacked her before the Doctor walked out.

"Oh, hello, Cama," he said, coming to stand near Donna. He smiled down at her, and gave a tiny wink. "What can I do for you?"

Camera looked down at Donna as well and sighed. Donna wanted to hug the Doctor but she knew that the others would be watching. "Never mind."

She spun on her heels and walked away. The Doctor shrugged, looking at Donna like she was as beautiful as Camera. He looked around, and then laid a piece of folded paper on her desk, in the center of her open magazine.

"Can you write a memo for me," he asked, loud enough for the others to hear that this was business.

Donna made a face but nodded. "Of course Mr. Smith."

The giggle from him that followed was very low but she heard it. He told her what to write and then left again. When the office returned to their own work she opened the note.

Lunch date in the TARDIS? I miss you.

PS: Play nice, and her name is Cama, not Camera.

Donna grinned at her paper, oh she missed him too. Who was she kidding? She glared at Camera and counted down the minutes until lunch.