Lost in Time

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A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first Doctor Who story so please bare with me. I'd love all of your honest opinions and will be greatly appreciative of reviews! I hope you all enjoy; I'll have posts coming as soon as I can.

Chapter One: No Such Thing as Fate

"Donna, what are you doing?", The Doctor moaned not looking up from the space-junk he was toying with over the controls of the TARDIS. The redhead stood behind him with her hands on each side of her hips and she was tapping her foot furiously.

"What am I doing? What are you doing with," she paused, "whatever-the-hell that thing is?", she questioned with frustration. See, while the Doctor had been doing his usual tinkering around on the ship during their down-time from saving the universe, Donna had some time to think.

"Donna, what's wrong?", he put the object on it's stand and spun around to look at the woman who had not shifted position.

"See, I've been thinking. A lot, actually", Donna began.

"Go on", The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at the hot-headed woman whose company he appreciated dearly.

"Well," she paused and took a breath, "why on earth haven't we gone to get Rose yet?".

The Doctor stopped at her ridiculous question while a knot formed in his throat just thinking about her for a moment. He sighed, "I told you what happened, Donna...I can't".

"Bollocks, your blimey out of your mind, you crazy space-man! I just don't understand... You sit around pining away for this bloody girl, who I'm sure is quite lovely", she quickly saved any misconception that may have occurred, "and I don't understand how you haven't found any loophole that would let you get her back".

The Doctor remained silent for a moment, looking at Donna in bewilderment. He scratched his head and frowned, "If I was to go and find her, universes would collapse; it would be an absolute catastrophe. It's just not logical".

Donna sighed, "Doctor, love isn't logical. I just have a hard time believing that you would have to have a war path to go to her. You have done nothing but prove to me that the impossible is possible so why don't you try and prove that to yourself?". Over the time that Donna had been traveling with the Doctor she couldn't shake the idea of this girl and him. She had no understanding what-so-ever of what was stopping him, and at this point, it became very clear to her that he didn't quite know either.

"Don-" The Doctor began but was quickly cut off.

"I'm sick of your bloody excuses, Doctor! Your just afraid of what is going to happen if you do happen to find a way to bring her back. Your scared of her leaving you again but you know, why can't you just try?" Donna let out her final thought.

The only noise to be made was the whooshing of the TARDIS hanging in space. The Doctor looked at Donna with a hard face as she was not giving into any sort of sympathy. She was not going to take back what she had said. She was just simply bewildered that the incredibly strange man who lingered in front of her was so daft.

"There is no way to bring her back, Donna" The Doctor frowned, picking up his object and studying it once more. Pain was smeared across his face. Rose would never come back and it killed him inside. If he could die, he would from the heartache and confusion that guilted him every day.

"You see, Doctor. You leave me with a lot of time while your tinkering around and I may have wandered into your library and may have let a few books fall open" Donna shifted her position finally into one of slight discomfort. The Doctor looked up with her with a raised eyebrow. She took a breath and continued.

"I found this old tattered thing on one of your shelves and picked it up, pure curiosity of course, it looked like it had gone through the washing machine a few times. You probably tossed it into space, honestly and it somehow wandered back onto this ship. You know Doctor- I really don'-"

"Blimey, Donna! Just get to it!" The Doctor interrupted. Donna was really a smart lady, but she knew how to beat around the bush.

"Oi! Calm down", she smiled. "Anyhow, I started reading it and I found this odd chapter. It was how to make a teleportation device. Er- I'm not quite sure what it was called but you get the picture. It takes a bit of time and a lot of effort but it looks like you could somehow create one out of a small object and I thought it over, if you could just get a little gap in the void, not enough for a human crossover but just an object, maybe by some leap of faith Rose will get her hands on it and be able to come back".

"That's a pretty large stretch", The Doctor frowned and followed her expression to conclude with, "I suppose we could look into it if it'll really make you happy".

She smiled with full knowledge making her happy wasn't what this was all about. "Come on, I'll show it to you", she pulled him by his shirt into the library and carefully browsed the shelves until she found the book she had been looking for.

Donna placed it on the table and flipped open to the chapter on teleportation. "Ay, see. I told ya I wasn't bein' daft".

"Donna your far from daft, a bit loud, even a little pushy, but not daft" The Doctor chuckled as he browed the book, "ah, yes...I fiddled with this same method about two hundred years ago".

"Well did it work?" Donna asked him, impatiently. She really had quite the personality and brian for being 'just a temp'.

"I stopped toying with it 'bout half way through. I got side-tracked when the Daleks made a surprise appearance 'cross the universe. I'm sure I could get it to work, I am brilliant of course" he said with a smirk.

"Oh yeah, you forgot about modest", Donna rolled her eyes at him as he chuckled at his own joke.

"I'm not positive if I could find a loop in the void though, and the chances of Rose getting to it are pretty far. I'm not even sure where she is and I'm pretty positive she isn't roaming around on the beach in Norway".

"Well, perhaps if she misses you as much as you obviously miss her, you'll get a little luck from fate".

"There's no such thing, Donna", The Doctor sighed but decided to give it a chance anyway. What would be the harm? "I guess I should get to work".

Donna let a victorious smile make it's way across her face. Stupid time-lord, she thought. Sometimes a little fate was all ya' would need to get through. Otherwise, how on earth would she be here, in the TARDIS, right now?

And so, The Doctor went to work.