Be All right.
By NotEvenaProperWord
That's my first fanfiction ever in English (and my first in that type of point of vue). Donna's remembering the Doctor… Oh and since English's not my mother tongue, I'll be thankful to whoever can point out my mistakes.
Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who. (And that makes me sad...)
The wind is cold against your cheeks. You watch the sky as the night surrounds the still crowded London. Lights twinkle around you, it's Christmas time and you feel so sad. More than yesterday, less than tomorrow. And it hurts. Too much.
You know something is missing from your life but you can't figure out what is it. You seem to be drifting more and more each day. Drifting away from your friends, aside from Veena, Veena has always been there for you. Away from your work, as if a temp needed to be interesting. Away from your family, you can't recall the last time you've ate dinner with them or even talked to them. Drifting away from your life and maybe from reality itself. You just spend entire day watching the sky like you're expecting something blue(why blue ? You don't know but it must be)to fall from the stars. Something which would take you away. You know that's rubbish but you can't help. You must wait.
Sometimes, you think you're stupid but a voice, deep in your mind, keeps saying you're brilliant. And someone must have told you so many, many times, you've almost believed it 'cause his voice stayed. But every time you try to remember who HE is your head hurts more and the pain burns you from the very depths of your soul. It's like some kind of locket keeping him away from your reach.
Seeing the sorrow in your grandad's eyes is hard but catching your mum's worried gaze upon you is even worst. You assume they know something you obviously ignore. The pain grows louder because even if you do your best to be happy or,at least, you try to look like you are, you'll always sense their weird glances scanning you.
The Wind is brushing away tears you didn't realise they've started to slide down your cold and freckled cheeks. You're somewhere in London, you don't know exactly where or how you got there. But you close your eyes and you try to recall. The feeling of burning spreads across your entire body, from head to toe, in every nails. You can even feel it running through your glorious ginger hair. A strange but yet so familiar noise echoes in your mind. The Tardis.
You open your eyes, shocked. You're remembering, and your glowing. Yes, glowing ! Wrapped in a golden warm light. You feel whole and magnificent, as the comfortable feeling washes your pain away. It's like a big hug. He likes hugs . Your eyelids flutter again. You're gone for the most wonderful trip. A trip back in time.
Later, you will open your eyes once more. You will see your mum's concerned eyes on you. You will have feinted in the middle of London. But you will not care. You will feel like your new person, like… The DoctorDonna. You will jump to your feet and head to the door. Your mum will try to lead you back to bed and your grandfather will ask "Where are you going sweetheart?" You will turn to face him, smiling widely and you will say: "I'm going to find him, the Doctor, and when I'll find him, I'm going to slap that bloody Spaceman."
He will laugh as your mother will let go off your hand, a tiny hint of relief in her piercing blue eyes.
But for now, on that cold ground you are running with the Doctor again. And you know all is going to be all right.