Hooray, another Doctor Who story!
This is the first time I've written anything for the 11th Doctor, though I prefer to write for the 10th. 11 seems to be slightly easier to write for, with all of his tawdry quirks. I'm honestly unsure when this should be set, so I'm going to say after the end of season 5 to be safe.
This story has two different endings, since I couldn't decide which one I liked more. Pick your favorite!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything affiliated with it, even though the Master is definitely waiting for me in an alternate universe somewhere. Time Lord babies, hooray!
Prologue:
The universe shuddered. He felt it.
The Doctor was frozen in place, next to the TARDIS's console. Amy waved her hand in his face. "Oi, Doctor? Fallen asleep, have you?"
"Just as long as it's not like last time. In the middle of a planetary invasion, honestly. The man's got narcolepsy," Rory scoffed, walking over to them both from across the control room.
"You're going-" the Doctor began, then stopped and started over again. "No, you can't go home, that's-" He suddenly began pacing. Almost... frantic pacing, and he was talking to himself more than anyone. He could feel it. Just a tiny prick at the back of his mind, but it was there. The presence of something not quite Time Lord, but not quite human.
"Doctor, what is it?" Amy was suddenly on guard. "Why are you taking us home?"
"I'm not, I won't, but..." He continued to pace around, hands all through his hair and over his face. "I'm not ready for this, I can't-"
"Doctor," Amy ran around in front of him to stop his pacing. "What's wrong?" Her eyes were wide, as they always were when she was both concerned and scared.
"She's awake," he answered. "She's awake and she's in pain and I can't save her, I can't-"
"Who, Doctor?" Rory approached the Time Lord cautiously. "Who's awake?"
"Donna," he said finally, dropping his hands from his face and hair. "Donna is awake."