Author's Note: I want to thank my best friend for making me post this, and putting up with my many and sundry plot bunnies. I also want to thank anyone who gives this story a shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, though I have a couple t-shirts.

The TARDIS had decided not to go to the beach. Apparently the old girl was feeling bookish, for when the doors opened, The Doctor found himself in The Library. He took a deep breath of the smell of books, leather and paper and ink and knowledge, even as he explained where they were to Donna.

Of course, she had to ask why they were there. The sad truth was…"I don't know." He admitted to his ginger-haired companion. "The TARDIS just changed course."

Donna frowned. "We always end up running for our lives when that happens."

"Not always!" The Doctor said defensively. When she pinned him with a look, though, he sighed. One couldn't really argue with Donna-Looks. "But maybe once or twice."

The argument was defused when from somewhere among the monumental stacks, they heard a scream.

"That sounds like it's coming from the technology section!" The Doctor said, energized, as he ran down the stairs. "Come on, Donna!"

Donna sighed, rolling her eyes heavenward. "Why do we always run toward the screaming?" Despite her words, though, she followed him, as she always did. She wouldn't trade this life for anything.

John Smith woke from the dream with a sigh. It was a dream, though it felt more like a memory. He rubbed his forehead and made a face, reaching for his journal as he wrote down what he remembered. He had an appointment with Doctor Moon today, after all.

The appointment with Doctor Moon was going well enough. They walked through the garden and talked about how well he had been integrating, and how little he flew off into fantasies. Well, when he wasn't dreaming. He was getting his feet back on the ground. He had been in this hospital since the accident that had caused him to lose most of his memories, and Doctor Moon had been helping him readjust to life as the man he was now. It was becoming almost routine, and he was starting to get restless. That was, before he saw her.

"Doctor Moon!" The young woman called, brown hair flying around her shoulders as she jogged up to them, her red high-top trainers sliding along the grass. "Hey, Doctor Moon!"

The two men stopped, letting her catch up with them, and despite himself, John found himself smiling widely at her. Doctor Moon seemed to like her too, as his voice went warmer. "Ah, Oswin. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The girl gave them a bright smile, but her hands were on her slim hips, and there was a stubborn look in her eyes. "Aubrey wants cleared for the playroom, Doctor Moon."

Doctor Moon checked his watch. "I suppose I am running a bit late. Why don't you keep John company for me on the way back to the main building, Oswin, while I check on Aubrey for you." The man smiled at the two of them, and when Oswin had nodded her assent, headed back towards the building.

"Hey," John remarked, unsure of what to say to the short woman. "I'm John Smith, resident amnesiac."

The girl grinned back. "Oswin Oswald, homeschool teacher." She gestured towards the building. "I mostly work with sick kids who can't attend classes."

John smiled at that. It suited, somehow. "Aubrey one of your students?"

Oswin nodded. "She's seven, brain cancer." Despite her upbeat attitude, there was a sadness in her eyes as she thought about the little girl. "Amnesia, huh? I thought that only happened in movies."

"Car accident." John said, waving off the question with amusement. "Although if this were a movie, this would be the meetcute."

"If this were a movie, you'd be the hero in disguise." Oswin said, equally amused, falling into step with him as they strolled along the gardens of the hospital.

"That would make you the plucky heroine, wouldn't it?"

Oswin raised an eyebrow, but there was a half-smile on her face. "Not the damsel in distress?"

John scoffed. "No damsel in distress wears shoes like that, they're too good for running."

Oswin's smile broadened at that. "I think I like you, John Smith." She said thoughtfully, with a wave over her shoulder as she headed back towards the building. "You might be interesting to keep around, if a bit too tall."

Despite the insult, John laughed. "It's not my fault you're so short!" He felt like if she walked away, he might never see her again, like the holes in his memory, and yelled at her retreating back. "Dinner, Thursday? After my appointment with Doctor Moon?"

Clara laughed and gave a brief nod. "My place!" She called back. "I'll cook!"

Donna stared in horror at the node which had, for all intents and purposes, sucked The Doctor up like a hoover. Without really thinking about it, she picked up the screwdriver he had dropped and ran. She ran all the way back to where they had first looked over the library planet. Biographies, he had sworn.

Stupid, stupid spaceman! Only he would get eaten by a library. She steadied her hands on the banister in front of her and took a deep breath. Sure, she had been learning to fly the TARDIS, but she couldn't leave him behind, could she? "You daft Martian!"

She looked over at the computer console when it beeped and blinked. She blinked in turn, staring at the message on the screen in bright green letters.

HE'S STILL ALIVE

Donna went over to the console carefully, hitting it with the heel of her hand, and started typing. SuperTemp to the rescue. 'Can you read this?'

SOMETIMES

Donna blinked. 'What are you doing in there?'

MAKING A SOUFFLÉ.

Donna rolled her eyes at that, typing. 'How do I get him back?'

The answer took longer this time, but it appeared, just as Donna was about to smack it or bleep it. FIND THE MAIN HARD DRIVE. AVOID NODES.

Donna was about to type a response when the screen went dark. Apparently whoever was talking to her was done for now. She hit the console with the heel of her hand anyway, but at least she now had an idea of what to do.

Someone had to save The Doctor, and it was just going to have to be her.