Donna Noble was sitting in the street, outside the office building she was currently temping at. Coffee in hand, and mobile phone in the other, she was scanning the UFO forum she had signed up to. Why was she on a UFO forum? That story goes back to last Christmas. She was almost married. Then she met a man. This man showed her there was more to life than just life. Her fiancee had turned out to be working with a giant spider, who wanted to eat her. But this man, The Doctor, he called himself, had saved her. Unfortunately, for Lance, there was no saving him. The Doctor, who Donna thought was some kind of Martian, because she'd been in his spaceship, and seen space, actual space, had offered her to join him in his travels through the universe. At the time, Donna had declined. She'd experienced something she'd never seen before, and felt that seeing more and more of it would be too much for her. So she stayed here. On Earth. Decided she'd get away, go travelling, see as much of the world, on Earth, as she could. Which she did. And she absolutely enjoed every moment. But then it ended. And she was back temping. Same old life, on the same old planet. But she knew there was more than this. She'd seen it with her own eyes. So that was it. She'd decided. She was going to find that Doctor man again. Because she should never had declined him. That's why she was signed up on all these conspiracy sites. Because she thought, how do you find The Doctor? Look into all the strange things occuring. So she did. Delved into the mysterious. Some almost led her somewhere, like when she helped ghosts cross over, and some didn't, like the scary restaurant that turned out to be just an infestation of rats. Donna scanned the topics on the forum, but there were hardly any new updates. Besides the bees disappearing. But that didn't interest her, cause she thought it was just mating season or something. Distracting her from her thoughts, the screen above the city came on, along with the voice of Britain's current Prime Minister, Harold Saxon. Donna watched the screen, just in case it was an important message. More jobs for the poor, for example.
"This country has been sick," Saxon began saying, "This country needs healing"
Donna rolled her eyes at this. This announcement was of no interest to her. Britain's sick, we need more hospital staff. All that junk.
"In fact, I'd go so far as to say, that what this country really needs right now-"
Blah blah blah, fake promises. Donna brought her eyes back to her phone. continuing her search for mysterious things that she could investigate. But still, boring topics. Looks like this forum is getting her nowhere.
"Is a Doctor" Saxon finished.
That got Donna interested again. She stood up as she looked at the giant screen once again. Harold Saxon was smiling. But it was more than that. It was the Prime Minister's words. The country needs a doctor. But the way he said it, it didn't sound like any old doctor. It sounded like he was talking TO The Doctor directly. Donna smiled. Oh, this is brilliant. If her suspicion was correct, that meant The Doctor was back on Earth. So it was decided, she was going to find him. The only question was; what does Harold Saxon want with The Doctor? Well. Donna Noble was going to find out. She began walking toward the big screen, away from her office building.
Donna figured the best place to start was doing research on the Prime Minister. So she'd gone to the library, and was sitting at a table, skimming through the book, Harold Saxon: A Modern Churchill. She scanned through the book, but there was nothing of use, it just spoke about how great a Prime Minister he'd make, and blah blah blah. Donna sighed and moved onto the giant book next to her, which was the latest version of Britain's Prime Ministers: A History. Flipping to S, she scanned through the names, looking for Harold Saxon's entry...But there was none. She scanned through the page again, and still didn't see an entry for Harold Saxon. That's odd, she thought, looking up from the book. Surely there'd be an entry for him in this book. She noticed a librarian was walking past her.
"Scuse me" Donna stopped the woman in her tracks.
"Yes?" The woman asked, turning to face Donna.
"Is this book up to date?" Donna asked her, pointing down at the giant book.
"All books in this library are up to date, ma'am" The woman answered.
"No, but this is a book of Prime Ministers,right?" Donna explained, "But there's no entry for Harold Saxon"
"That could hardly be possible," The woman replied, "Are you sure you're reading it right? Maybe you skipped over the entry. It is a large book"
"Oi, don't get all librarian with me," Donna snarled, "I am telling you, there is no entry for Harold Saxon in this book whatsoever"
"And I'm telling you, that is the most updated copy, so there would be" The woman came back at her.
Donna gave a huff, getting up, realising there was no point in trying to convince the woman.
"You can put them back," she said with a fake smile, "That's your job, innit?"
Donna arrived home, and placed herself on the couch in front of the TV. Pulling out her phone, she opened up a Sixth Sense forum she was signed up to. Even though she was in the middle of a search for The Doctor, she always liked to check on new leads, that way she figured she'd be a step ahead.
"Young lady, what do you call that?" Her mother, Sylvia, walked over to her from behind the couch, rambling on as usual, "I got a call from George's Clips two hours ago, wondering if you were here. Said you'd went on a break and never came back. How do you expect to keep a job if you do that?"
Donna rolled her eyes, which were still glued to her phone, she was used to this.
"I got sick" she said sarcastically.
"Then why didn't you come straight home? Or at least give me a call?" Sylvia went on.
"How old am I?!" Donna retorted.
"Oh, you'll be the death of me, Donna, I swear" Sylvia said as she walked back into the kitchen.
Donna rolled her eyes once more as she kept scrolling through her phone, until Harold Saxon's voice caught her attention. She jolted her head straight up, watching the TV. Watching the Prime Minister. The Impossible Prime Minister.
"Britain, Britain, Britain" he was saying.
"What's that?" Her grandfather, Wilfred Mott, asked as he walked in behind her from the back door.
He'd probably just finished his stargazing.
"Just the Prime Minister," Donna replied, "Another announcement"
"Better pay attention then" Wilfred said as he took a seat next to his granddaughter.
"What extraordinary times we've had," Saxon continued, "Just a few years ago, the world was so small. And then they came, out of the unknown, falling from the skies. You've seen it happen"
The TV began showing clips from different disasters.
"Big Ben destroyed. A spaceship over London. All those ghosts and metal men"
Donna didn't remember any of those. Then again, she had been away on her trips around those times. Though her friends had been messaging her when it happened.
"The Christmas star that came to kill"
Well, she knew that one. She was there for that one. How could she forget?
"What's he on about?" Wilfred asked, "Is he talking about aliens? I bet you it's aliens"
"Just listen, Gramps!" Donna said.
"Time and time again, and the government told you nothing," Saxon continued, "Well, not me. Not Harold Saxon. Because my purpose here today, is to tell you this. Citizens of Great Britain, I have been contacted"
"Aliens!" Wilfred shouted.
"Shh!" Donna shushed her grandfather.
"A message for humanity, from beyond the stars" Harold Saxon stated as a silver sphere appeared beside him from out of nowhere.
"I told you!" Wilfred said, pointing at the television.
"Gramps!" Donna shouted, leaning in to the screen.
This was perfect. If aliens were coming to Earth, that meant so was The Doctor.
"People of the Earth," the sphere began saying in a female voice, "We come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship"
"Ooh, sweet," Harold Saxon added, "And this species has identified itself. They are called the Toclafane"
"Toka-what?" Wilfred asked.
"How many times, Gramps?!" Donna said.
"And tomorrow morning, they will appear," Saxon continued, "Not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species will begin. Tomorrow, we take our place in the universe. Every man, woman and child. Every teacher and chemist and lorry driver and farmer. Oh, I don't know, every medical student?"
"See! I said!" Wilfred shouted, getting up, "I always said! And now they're coming! Tomorrow!"
Donna sat there, staring at the TV as the news continued with their stories. Speechless. Aliens were coming to Earth tomorrow. That meant she had to find The Doctor before then.
"Oh, Dad, what are you on about?" Sylvia asked, getting distracted by Wilfred's loudness.
"Aliens, sweetheart!" Wilfred said, "They're coming! And peaceful ones this time too!"
"Oh, come off it, you're always saying that," Sylvia said as she and Wilfred walked back into the kitchen, "I reckon you spend too much time on that hill"
Donna sat there, still staring at the TV, thinking.
"In other news, authorities are on the hunt for these three criminals, a young woman called Martha Jones, a man who goes by The Doctor-"
"What?" Donna asked, snapping out of her daze.
Sure enough, there he was, as clear as day on the news channel. That was The Doctor that she'd been looking for. This proved to her that he was on Earth. Donna got up from the couch, and rushed out the door.
"Where are you going now?!" Sylvia asked her daughter as she noticed this.
"I don't know, Nerys', sleepover" Donna lied as she slammed the door behind her.
"But she doesn't even like Nerys that much" Sylvia told Wilfred, who simply shrugged.
Donna jumped in her mum's car and drove down to the main street, and then driving anywhere and everywhere, scanning for any sign of The Doctor. It got dark and Donna decided to park the car near a small bridge. Sighing, she pushed the chair back, drifting off to sleep. She can find him tomorrow. After all, Harold Saxon didn't say what time tomorrow the aliens would reveal themselves.
Donna woke up to the light of the day, giving a yawn. She checked the time on the car's digital clock. 7:54. Early, but not too early. But early enough to continue her search for The Doctor before Saxon's aliens arrive. Wizard, she thought, as she got out of the car and looked around. Now what side of the street would attract The Doctor more, an alleyway, or a giant building across from the bridged pathway. Large building, probably, perfect place to sneak around, and from what she remembered, that's exactly what he liked to do. She gave a smile and ran for the small pathway, but she was running so fast, she didn't see where she was going, and bumped into someone who was running just as fast in the same direction as her. They both stopped.
"Sorry" Donna said.
"No problem" was the reply from this girl.
The girl was short. Like, really short. And she had short brown shoulder length hair.
"Bit of a rush" Donna explained.
"Yeah," the girl said, darting her eyes around frantically, "I'm a little busy, though"
The girl had noticed Donna's eyes had widened at her last statement.
"Is that a problem?" The girl asked her.
"You're about to get a whole lot busier" Donna told her as she looked to the sky.
The girl followed Donna's gaze, and widened her own eyes as they saw the spheres that were on the news the night before rapidly descending towards them. And not just a few. A great number of them.