A/N; Just a one shot I thought up whilst the epic continues to eat away at my life.
Disclaimer: I really don't own Doctor Who, I really wish I did though.
Donna Noble dreams.
She dreams of Cities with impossible Spires, and people of all shapes and sizes. She dreams of fire and damnation, of saving the world by being the best temp in Chiswick; one hundred words a minute, thank you very much.
She dreams of a man, who flies around in a big blue box, with sad eyes and a cheeky grin. A man who can save the world with not a minute to spare. But, in the silence and the in-between, is undone by a single word; Rose.
When she wakes and climbs out of bed to face the world, the colours are muted and nothing holds her attention. Everything seems mundane, and, somewhere deep down inside her she knows that this is not how she was meant to be.
Her days are monotone and her nights are vivid rainbows.
She dreams of this one woman. A woman with blonde hair and gold flecked hazel eyes. This woman stalks and chases her as she wanders through her dreamscape. She is the hunter and Donna is the hunted. She runs just for the sheer hell of it. Funny, she never used to like running.
She is coming for her, the woman is drawing closer, she can feel it. The Wolf is coming to gather her pack. Donna knows this, and, can not quite bring herself to regret what she will leave.
Her days pass, and, anticipation tightens round her stomach like a vice. She looses five pounds that week, and she buys a new pair of trainers. They have patches of blue on them, and they help to correct your stride. Apparently, her knees buckle when she runs. Her Mother looks at her as if she has grown another head when she sees them. But, she does not care. She keeps them by her bed.
She wakes up one morning and she goes to work, it's raining cats and dogs, and the sky is grey. She has tuna for lunch and pasta bake for tea. She kisses her Granddad on the cheek and hugs her Mum goodnight, she climbs the stairs and goes to bed. She sleeps in her jeans and trainers.
She dreams once more, the woman is here and she is ready. The woman places cool fingertips on her temples and a kiss on her brow.
Donna wakes, she remembers.