Donna wandered through the hallways of the Tardis, bored out of her skull. They were refilling the engine, in Cardiff of all places! They could have gone to an exotic planet, or back to that spa… but no! Cardiff! The place with absolutely nothing to do.
Donna kept up her internal rant, until she arrived back at her own room. A time-traveling spaceship, and it didn't have one good book or even a telly! She started towards her room, then she noticed, for the first time, the door next to hers. Hmmm… strange. This one was closed, unlike most of the doors in the guest wing. She tried the handle. Locked. Another first.
Well, she thought, I could do the considerate thing and leave the Doctor his privacy… Or I could find him and make him let me in. After a brief moment of consideration, Donna marched off to find the timelord.
"For the last time, No!" The Doctor said sternly.
"Why not! Are you afraid that I'll see your dirty laundry or something? At least tell me what's in there!" Donna yelled. She was aggravated, this was the first time that she put her hands on her hips, demanded something, and didn't get it. Well, except if she was talking to her mother… but the Doctor usually bowed to her will by now.
"NO!" he yelled, sick of her nonsense. "It's private Donna! Can't I have my privacy?"
"No, you bloody can not! Just tell me what's in the room, and I'll shove off!"
"It's my ship!"
"I don't care! Just one peek, and I'll drop the subject!" Donna said, in her last ditch attempt to win the argument.
"NO!" said the Doctor. Before Donna could reply, he turned around and walked off, ending the argument. Score: 1 Doctor, 0 Donna. The redhead walked off to her room in a huff.
Donna looked up and down the hallway. Not seeing the Doctor, or any attack dogs, she pulled the bobby pin out of her pocket, and gently slid it into the lock. She twisted it around. It felt like the door was trying to stop itself from opening. Donna looked up it the low ceiling.
"Listen here." She whispered to the walls, "I just want to look. I promise I'll come right out and not tell anyone about what's in here. Please let me in."
The bobby pin jumped out of the lock, and the door opened itself.
"Thank you." Donna whispered to the ceiling. She stepped in.
It was a bedroom. Not the Doctor's though, a girl's. The bed was unmade, and there were clothes strewn all over the floor. A hair dryer sat on the dresser, next to a comb with several long blonde hairs stuck to it. Donna realized who's room it was.
"Rose's room." said a flat voice from behind her. She turned around and saw the Doctor. "It's the same as when she left." he said. Donna was not going to cry, no sir.
"You must've really loved her." she said. Dammit, I wasn't going to cry! She thought, as a tear forced it's way out. The Doctor avoided her eyes.
"I still do." Donna pulled him into a hug. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry." She said, not crying into the front of his shirt.