Will the real Donna Noble please stand up?
I hated what happened to Donna in the season 4 finale, so I have made up my own happy ending (of sorts). The Doctor/Captain Jack Harkness/Mickey/Dr. Martha Jones make appearances. Part 1 begins three months after the Doctor returned her home.
Part 1
Donna Noble was burning up.
Thrashing about in her bed, Donna was fighting against memories that weren't her own. They couldn't be. Donna knew that she had never been on a spaceship shaped like a police box, traveled with some bloke named the Doctor or saved entire civilizations and worlds. She was just plain Donna Noble, a temp in London who lived with her mum and grandfather and hoped for the day that a knight in shining armor would appear and marry her. Donna knew, as her mother reminded her daily, that she was no one special.
But the memories wouldn't leave her alone. During the course of her day, Donna would find herself reciting random scientific facts that she couldn't possibly know or walking to areas of town that she had never been, but that seemed heart achingly familiar. Donna took a holiday to Pompei and helped to find an entire area of the city that had never been dug up, but that she knew from memory was there. After Pompei, Donna didn't go anywhere but work and home. She shunned friends and barely even spoke to her grandfather. Without anyone saying it, Donna knew that something was wrong with her. So did her mum and grandfather who often sat in the living room and spoke in whispers about Donna when she had gone to bed. As always, mum and grandfather disagreed about the best course of treatment for Donna. Mum just thought that Donna would get over it with time. Grandfather kept talking about someone called the Doctor, which always seemed to bring out the worst in mum.
Donna woke up. She was drenched in sweat and shaking violently. Getting out of bed, she groped her way to the bathroom, where she proceeded to retch in the toilet. Once she was done, she laid on the cool bathroom floor, curling her body around the toilet. Mum had been bugging her to go to this brilliant doctor who had helped Mum's friend Edna's, but Donna had ignored her. Tomorrow, thought Donna as she drifted off, she would go to that doctor. What was the doctor's name, wondered Donna as her eyes closed for the night. Oh yes, she remembered as she began dreaming again, Martha Jones.