Be gentle this is my first Doctor Who fic. Any suggestion would be gratefully received! And reviews. It's a Docor/Donna fic and it's a bit angsty at the start. Also a crossover with Waterloo Road which includes Reddie. What else could you expect from me?xx
The Doctor sat at the top of Wilf's hill, the TARDIS parked behind some shrubbery. Wilf wasn't there. No one was. He was alone. Again. It was the middle of the night and the stars shone brightly above him. He liked it here, he felt closer to Donna. The closest he could be to her now. The closest he could ever get.
Peering down at his hands that lay limply in his lap he fiddled absent-mindedly with the golden band that rested on his fourth finger of his left hand. A few tears slipped from his eyes as he drowned in his thoughts, not processing that Wilf had now come and sat down next to him on the blanket.
"I know you come here often," Wilf said sympathetically as the Doctor turned his brown puppy dog eyes to face the man he thought of as his father. Smiling weakly the Doctor nodded looking back down the gold band secretly without Wilf noticing. They sat in silence for a while before the Doctor turned to face the ageing man again.
"How's Donna?" He asked meekly as Wilf turned to face the man who had tears glistening in his eyes.
"She's ok. I mean she's not the same as when she was with you but...she's Donna. She knows she's missing something and I got to keep my gob shut half of the time but you know...we'll plough through. How are you?" Wilf explained the best he could.
"I'm fine," the time-lord answered the standard answer that only Donna saw through,"she got a job?"
"Oh yeah. She's moving to Manchester in a couple of weeks, starting a job as a teacher in a comprehensive school. I think some of that time-lord knowledge is seeping through her understatement of history and physics has sky rocketed and Shakespeare. But you did say that could happen. Not the best school by the way but still she's looking forward to the change. Shaun's hoping it'll stop her of scenery and everything," Wilf rambled as he passed the Doctor a cup of tea.
"Who's Shaun?" The Doctor asked not looking forward to the answer he knows he would receive.
"Her fiancée," Wilf answered not knowing about the whirlwind of emotions that were running through the Doctors head. Sadness being the most prominent as tears cascaded down his cheeks.
"She can't get married," the time-lord whispered to Wilf who just caught the sentence.
"Why? Don't you want her to be happy?" Wilf asked arching his eyebrows.
"Of course I do..It's just...just she can't," he answered meekly as he lowered his gaze again running his fingers across the ring.
"Why can't she?And I want a proper answer not some petty excuse," Wilf asked perplexed as he gazed intensely at the silent tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"because she's already married," he said meeting the gentleman's gaze," have you ever noticed that chain she's got permanently around her neck in which she can't take off?" Wilf nodded giving him sign to carry on,"it's got the TARDIS key and two wedding rings attached to it. One of them's a biodamper. Keeps her hidden from aliens and stuff. She can't get married because then it's illegal and she could get arrested."
"Ok but who's she married to?" Wilf asked slowly trying to grasp on to this information.
"Me," the Doctor whispered as he finally broke into sobs. Wilf adorned a saddened smile as he embraced the sobbing wreck in front of him," you got to keep it from Sylvia...but we got to...stop...her wedding. I'll die...if she does," he cried into Wilf as he awkwardly patted his back.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Wilf asked as they pulled apart.
"We were going to but then the metacrisis," he said as his voice hitched," we were going to try...you know," he explained blushing slightly as Wilf chuckled at his teenage boy attitude.
"Then we've got to think of a plan then don't we? After you tell me about the wedding," Wilf said as enthusiastically as he could.
The Doctor smiled slightly as he stood up reaching for Wilf's hand as he hauled him up, indicating quietly for him to follow him back to the the blue wooden door Wilf gaped in shock as he peered in before glancing back out.
"It's...it's," he stammered as the Doctor finished his sentence.
"Bigger on the inside," he smirked as Wilf shut the door before following after the Doctor down multiple corridors and then ended up at the library.
"Have you read all of these?" Wilf asked as he sat down on the sofa.
"Most. Not all. Donna had about finished all the mystery ones," he chuckled as he grabbed a photo album and sat down next to Wilf after slinging his coat on to the floor.
"You need a bit of a shave," Wilf smiled meekly as the Doctor's slight smile turned back into a frown.
"Probably," he said scratching his chin slightly. Truth his only today he had changed his clothes after the past few months. He just couldn't be bothered. He hadn't slept at all, had hardly eaten, hadn't washed.
Luckily the TARDIS had tidied up a bit and sprayed him with a load of air freshener before he even ventured outside. Tracing his hands over the brown leather photo album in front of him he smiled sadly as he traced his fingers over his name and Donna's in golden written in Gallifrayan and English. Sighing he closed his eyes. The Doctor was brought out of his reprieve when he felt a soft squeeze from Wilf on his upper arm.
"What you got there?" Wilf asked quietly as the Doctor looked back down at the photo album before crossing his legs on the sofa, resting the photo album in the gap between. Resting his head on his palms as his elbows rested on his knees.
"What do you want to know?" He asked Wilf as Wilf got himself comfortable.
"Everything. Aren't you worried that Donna or Sylvia's going to find this?" Wilf asked gesturing with his arms around Doctor's eyes widened as he jumped up and made his way to the console room before bounding back to Wilf.
"Put us in the vortex. I'll take you back to the time we were on the hill, but about five minutes later no one would know you've left," he explained as he got back into the position he was in before.
"How do you do that?"
"It's all Timey Wimey stuff..."he explained vaguely as he peered back down to the photo album.
"Ok what's the story then?"
"Where do you want to start?" He asked Wilf.
"How about from the start? It's always the best place."