"Doctor!"

The Doctor looked up and was unable to contain a gasp of amazement.

"Donna," he breathed. She stood before him, staring at him in wonder. "How…?"

"Spaceman!" she cried, throwing herself into his arms. He took her, feeling his teardrops brushed between his skin and her soft, sweet-smelling hair. "I don't know how I got here, spaceman, but I'm never leaving you again!"

Her voice could've been an angel's in the Doctor's ear. He pulled her to him, curled his fingers into fists about her jacket, and pressed his lips into her forehead. Her hands ran over his shoulders and through his hair, as though trying to assure herself of his existence.

They finally released the embrace, meeting one another's eyes in continued disbelief. The disbelief became mutual trust, which turned to mutual regret; of what, neither would say aloud, but both saw it in the other's eyes.

Very slowly, as though time would wait for them forever, their eyes flicked to one another's lips, and then back to the eyes. Donna raised her head and lifted herself onto her tiptoes, while the Doctor leaned down a hair to meet her. As their eyes closed, their lips brushed…

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The Doctor's hands suddenly shook as they grasped at the empty air beside him and he woke in a cold sweat. His eyes, bloodshot already from the tears he had shed, grew wet anew. She had been so close to him, there, in his dreams…his lips were ready to take hers, but now breathed a sigh into that immense chasm of regret. Swallowing, he shook his head ruefully. She didn't know him. His face meant nothing to her. She was surviving without him, and he'd have to live with that for the rest of his life.

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Donna blinked her eyes once as she woke, furrowing her brow. What was that dream? It began to slip away, but she could see a face before her. Puppy eyes and a mass of untidy brown hair, a single eyebrow raised and a smile on soft lips. Who was it…that John Smith? She grimaced, turning over in her bed. She shouldn't dream about people she barely met. Still…she may have to ask Granddad for his number.

It was a face she didn't want to forget.

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Okies... I was writing a Primeval fic for Christmas, but Christmas came and went and now I'd feel silly to publish it...I still might. But then I decided, "Okay, I have to publish something soon or I'll just vanish from the fandom eye." So then I wrote this in the wee hours of the night, don't be mean if it's crap.

What am I saying? You're NEVER mean, you lovely people!

And an update: I'm hoping to get around to finishing my fic 'It's Complicated' soon. When I started it, I had no idea how far it'd go. I'd better stop publishing before finishing...

XOXO mis queridos,

BellaW