A/n: I don't own Doctor Who, Donna Noble or a TARDIS. I do try my hand at clever alien plots - or was that just alien plots coz nobody gets them? Blimey; here I go wandering off on yet another downer again.

I'm all for making this a Fix-It for Journey's End , an 'AU stuff that' for The End of Time and an eventual 10D/DN 'shipper.

However that said I believe that posting to this website is an incredibly Masochistic act and not posting further chapters for an indefinite amount of time is of no great loss to me. (It would be different if I knew a few people actually liked it, of course.) I mean, surely. What more lonely and self-destructive thing can I possibly do to myself other than reach out to such a brain numbing and impersonal silence?

OPENING

Donna Noble

'It always felt like I should be with someone else ... doing something else ... I dunno what. But I tried all that and it didn't work. In the end, we didn't work.'

Donna Noble frowned to herself, trying to sum up the relationship breakdown she'd had with Shaun Temple as the crowded train carriage got even more crowded as the train shot towards the inner city stations.

Someone bolstered past her. Donna just made a bit more room and clutched her handbag closer to her side so they could get by before she pushed towards the doors herself.

As she got out of the carriage she didn't notice that someone was following her through the substation.

"That's the one." One of the black combat-suited figures said quietly into his commlink.

"Deceptive." The other quietly responded. "There doesn't appear to be anything unusual about this woman."

"Not according to the tracking unit. It says-."

"Right, Time Lord. We better hop it, then."

Donna hurried up the escalator and made her way out of the station, a slightly irrational terror filling her.

"Bloody late again!" She cursed herself, the defunct trains and especially the genius in number 10 who thought it fit to go banging his equipment around at two a.m. in the morning. Boy, did he cop an earful back.

She got to the recruitment agency and steadied herself as she walked into the reception area. She was still nearly ten minutes early but over the last year or so she'd gotten into the habit of running to places ... she didn't know why; she just liked to do it. With a well-practised reclaimed air of dignity she addressed the receptionist there. "Donna Noble here for my appointment?" She smiled professionally.

"Oh, yes, if you'll just have a seat I'll just let them know you've arrived." She handed Donna a clipboard to mutely agree to and sign and then dashed through the door to the side.

The worrisome feeling wasn't leaving and Donna sat down, trying to get a grip on herself. She'd done this plenty of times before. She'd made it just in the nick of time as usual and everything was just peachy.

So why was the freaking out episode not over? Why was the bad feeling getting worse inside her?

Donna scribbled her signature at the bottom of the page, stood up and placed the clipboard on the empty desk counter before she turned to look out the window. Two men dressed like M.I. agents were walking on the pavement outside. She felt her heart literally pounding with an instinctive understanding as one of them opened the door. They'd come for her.

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