A/N: My first story, i'm still not sure how to add or change stuff, so bear with me, with my luck it'll only have one word in it and go wrong, also, with reviews (if you love me enough to leave one), be kind, it's my first story. Or i'll be forced to throw a rather large Jelly Baby at you. Kay?
"Right! Donna, give me co-ordinates!" demanded the Doctor in his usual comedic way while jumping around the TARDIS.
"As I usually say, I don't know the bloomin' numbers, where the galaxies are or even the universe we're in most of the time." said Donna in a sarcastic voice, but laughing inside her head at the Doctor jumping around, without a care in the world.
A sudden thump on the controls with a mallet and they were in flight.
"Why is this always so bumpy?!" moaned Donna, while holding on for dear life onto a pillar, or otherwise she would be thrown across the TARDIS controller room.
"Well it's just more fun, isn't it?" said the Doctor, jolting up and down, and then thrown to the floor in a second. "Here we are!"
Donna ran to the door, as if a little child running outside to play. "Come on, come on!" she squealed excitedly.
"Wait!" shouted the Doctor. "No idea what's out there, could be aliens" warned the Doctor while grabbing his long brown coat and peering through the door.
Donna stared at the Doctor "What are you then? Mary Poppins?" asked Donna sarcastically, honestly, if there were aliens out there, who was she with?
"All clear" said the Doctor, acting as if he was in an action film, with Donna slowly walking behind him, thinking what an idiot he can be. Sudden smiles to sudden sadness, walking out of the TARDIS, Donna saw where they were.
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing there. A barren wasteland. No smell. No noise. Grey ground, grey skies, it was so gloomy. There were craters as far as the eye could see, there were no stars in the sky, there wasn't even any life.
"Isn't it beautiful, Donna?" asked the Doctor, looking all around them and the TARDIS with his hands in his pockets.
"No. It's depressing. Really, really, depressing. Its sad." Whispered Donna, with her heart filled with sadness, imagining what it would have been like without the grey, and the gloom surrounding them. "It feels like, it was bustling with life centuries ago." with tears prickling her eyes.
"Donna, this planet isn't even a century old" said the Doctor whilst grinning.
What was he grinning for? Thought Donna, it looked terrible, as if all the life had been sucked out of the ground. Something told her, in her gut, that the Doctor wasn't telling her something.
"Doctor… where are we?" asked Donna, as she wiped her eyes, thinking minutes ago she was so happy jumping around the TARDIS.
"Earth, I think" said the Doctor checking his watch.
"Oh, so reassuring that I'm with an expert" said Donna in her usual sarcastic voice.
"It's not my fault, it's the watch!"
"Yeah, but who made the watch?"
The Doctor looked at Donna, and looked back out at the planet. What an awkward human she could be! Always asking questions and pointing out silly things. Okay, maybe he did make the watch, but he got the blueprints from a small little planet called Flossapahshoom.
He was about to tell her all this, but soon to realise that Donna had been quiet for a while. No tutting, no annoyed outbursts, and no talking. He turned around again, to find nothing. No Donna, no TARDIS, but just more land. He had a sudden feeling.
Maybe he wasn't on Earth that was only a century old. He was on another planet. Maybe Donna was right, maybe this place was bustling with life centuries ago, and probably still is.