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The Doctor had always made sure that to prepare himself for any disaster; though some of them had managed to catch him off guard.
Pompeii, the events on Midnight, and the night he lost Donna; although painful and hard to accept, the Doctor managed to get by because that's who he was. That's the type of man he is, to get past the heartache and move on.
However, nothing, prepared him for this.
A simple question, three words long.
He past it over as temporary shock, she of course knew who he was. The universe was cruel at times, but this was going beyond that. Donna had just regained her memories, this was not happening to him again.
"Donna, love, you know me, right?" His voice was small for having so much hope in it.
Slowly, she shook her head, "No…I'm a little confused."
"Of course." He tried to hide the sheer pain and dread that had filled him.
"Who are you?" She repeated.
He swallowed back the tears that threatened to spill over, he did not want to frighten her, but he could hear that she was scared already.
"My name's the Doctor." He wanted to sound confident and professional, but he was struggling; his instinct to hug her to him was surfacing and taking over his need to assure her that she was safe.
It was hard to remain calm when the woman he loved did not remember him. His mind flashed to months past, he did not want to leave her without saying goodbye, knowing that she would not know why, having just met.
"Donna…I was just leaving."
"Yeah, see ya."
It was a stab to his hearts, walking out of that kitchen was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Knowing that he would never see her again.
But, somehow, he did. It was the happiest moment in his entire life. To be able to hold her, to hear her voice once more.
And now, the universe had taken her away again.
"Do you know who you are?" He asked, wondering how much she remembered.
"Yea, of course I do." Her voice was on the brink of going into full irritated Donna mode.
He sighed and whispered, "Okay, that's good."
"Can you tell me where I am? Where's my Mum?"
She sounded like a small child, scared; confused.
"Donna, you're perfectly safe."
"Where am I? In hospital?"
He shook his head, "No, you're in the infirmary in the TARDIS." The Doctor told her softly.
"The what?" She asked her eyes flashing.
The Doctor took a breath, knowing that this was going to be some conversation.
"The TARDIS."
"The what?"
"TARDIS, Donna."
She huffed as she readjusted herself on the pillows, "That's not even a word!"
"Boy talk about déjà vu." He muttered under his breath, "Donna," His voice still soft, but showing no emotion, "you have to keep calm; your body cannot have all this stress."
'Plus the baby needs to have a quiet environment.' He thought, thinking how he was going to break that news to her.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled. Her body relaxed her hands coming up to touch the blanket that covered her half naked body.
Her eyes shot open, lifting the sheet; exposing her breasts and the tiny pregnancy bump.
She looked at him, her glare as sharp as a razor's edge; she wrapped herself back up in the thin blanket.
"What the hell is going on?! Who are you? Where's my family?"
The last question stung him more than the other two. He had considered him being part of her family. She was, after all, his.
"Donna, I'm the Doctor. You hit your head on the dresser edge when the TARDIS went through a 'spasm'. This is your home, you are a month pregnant with our child and you and me are…well, together."
That was everything. Well, except for telling her that he wasn't human, and the baby might not be either. But, that would come after.
Donna looked at her left hand and then back up to his brown eyes.
"We're not married." It wasn't a question.
He shook his head, "No." He wished now that she had accepted one of his dozen proposals. It would have been easier to explain if they were married, he would have been her husband and more trusting then just being 'the Doctor'.
"I'm pregnant." This wasn't a question either.
He nodded, "Yep."
"And, we're together?" Question.
He nodded again, wondering how she could accept her pregnancy before them being a couple. It was just a Donnaism, her way of looking at things that were confusing. She hated being in the dark; and now that's exactly were she was.
"Okay, that's…nice, I guess." Donna said without really listening to what she was saying; not seeing the hurt look on the Doctor's face.
The Doctor's hand went to reach to touch her face, but he stopped when Donna's eyes looked at the outstretched limb; balling the hand up, it fell to his side.
"So, where's my family?" She asked.
The Doctor winced again; this was hurting him more than she knew.
"They're home, in Chiswick." The Doctor told her, reaching out and touching her hand lightly.
Donna pulled away, "I'm sorry, I just…"
The Doctor shook his head, "No, I'm sorry; I'll take you home. Okay?"
Donna nodded, "Okay, I guess I should put some cloths on."
"I'll come with you," The Doctor said, helping Donna up; the blanket still wrapped around her frame, "You know to show you where your cloths are."
"Okay." Donna was saying that a lot, she seemed that she was agreeing too much; things would be simpler with her mum there to help her. If she thought about it, the last thing she remembered was being with her mum, she had been driving; and her mum wanted her to take a more permanent job, instead of being just a temp.
She had taken the temp job, didn't she? She couldn't recall.
The Doctor had fixed a small bandage on her forehead and gave her something for the headache that Donna complained she had. The baby was fine and Donna seemed that she still wanted to be a mother, the Doctor's hearts almost stopped when she had asked about it. He didn't know how everything had gone wrong so quickly.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me."
"I promise."
But she had left him, standing next to him, this wasn't his Donna. He still loved her, but she didn't return it, she couldn't. How could she? She didn't know him anymore.
He left her alone while she changed, standing outside the door, wanting to lead her to control room, just in case the TARDIS decided to rearrange the rooms on her. But, knowing how the TARDIS loved Donna as much as he did. But, he needed to be with her. Even though he knew that he would leave Donna with her family.
But the Doctor wouldn't be far, he would stay with her until she remembered once more. If Donna could find a way to come back before, she can do it again. She was Donna Noble, and that was enough.
"What kind of place is this?" Donna asked, as she looked around the console room.
The Doctor helped her sit down on the jump seat, as he looked at the controls; his mind trying to remember the combination that would land the ship in front of Donna's house.
"Like I said, this is our home, the TARDIS. This is a spaceship." The Doctor said, waiting for the screaming to begin.
But instead, Donna whispered, "Spaceship? Are you an alien?"
The Doctor looked around at her, his eyes staring into her understanding blue eyes.
"Yes." He whispered, "I am."
Donna placed a hand on her stomach, "Is our baby…"
The Doctor stood in front of her, "I don't know, not yet."
She sighed, "You seem so nice, I mean; I don't know you, and yet I feel as though….am I home yet?"
The Doctor shook his head, "No, hold on. And I mean that, really hold on." After what happened last time, he didn't need her to go bumping her head even more; or causing damage to her body or their baby. Although, the thought had occurred to him that if she did hit her head; things might go back to the way they were before, memories intact. But, he pushed that out of his mind. Safety first.
Donna looked around for any handles or safety straps, finding none she grabbed the back of jump seat, waiting for what was to come.
She was not let down, the TARDIS rocked back and forth; she watched as the man called Doctor worked his away around the controls. She looked up to see the center console pulse with life with a mechanical grinding sound filling the room.
And then it stopped with a sudden jerk.
The Doctor turned to look at her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She replied, brushing her hair out of her face, "That was certainly a ride, wasn't it?"
The Doctor smirked, forgetting for a moment that she was suffering from amnesia. That she had no idea who he was. His smile faded.
"Let's get you home, eh?" The Doctor said offering his hand to her.
Donna looked at it deciding whether or not she should take it. But, in the end she took it; she knew that if he said that they were together, and she was pregnant with his child, she should trust him. Even though it was not her nature, trust; in her opinion, was earned; but the look in his dark eyes was something that she had never seen before; love, she assumed. And even though he was new to her, there was a feeling deep within her to listen to him and entrusted him that he was telling the truth.
"You look so familiar." She said suddenly.
The Doctor ducked his head, before meeting her eyes, "I am."
He chuckled, she didn't.
"Come on." He helped her off the jump seat and walked her towards the door; he knew that he would not leave her; he would stay with her until she remembered him once again.
He opened the door and let her go first, he ran into her back as he shut up the TARDIS.
"I know that you told me that I don't remember, but I don't think this is where I live." She whispered, confusion draping her voice.
The Doctor looked at his surroundings, he scratched the back of his neck, "I—uh, agree with you. Definitely not Chiswick."
They stared out into a vast wasteland, the sky a dark gray color, the black dirt beneath their feet was dry and cracked and stretched for miles around them. In the distance, was a massive stone building; square in shape and not many windows decorated it.
"What is this place?" Donna asked, looking up at the Doctor; watching his jaw tighten.
He sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, and I'm usually not; we're on Sintor 59."
Donna swallowed, "Either that is really good, or really bad."
The Doctor grabbed her hand, needing to touch her; feel her. Knowing that this wasn't going to be her first suggestion.
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