If you haven't noticed, I'm being very anonymous to the story line. Unlike any other story I've written, this one I've actually got planned out with a time line of events but I'm divulging very little as to what will happen, who will appear and where romance will strike...damn, did I say romance?

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Donna's Head Hurts & It's Not From a Hangover

"Oh, bloody he-," Donna began, attempting to touch her forehead with her hand.

Instead, her hand plopped down like a ton of bricks were on top of it. Bouncing once, Donna denounced the useless limb and only stared through bleary blue eyes up at the ceiling.

Radiant yellow light peeked through the shutters of the window and submitted Donna into another impassioned shut of the eyes.

A triumphant grin spread across her face though. If she felt this bad, it must mean she had one hell of a night. Now only if she could get the Doctor to come out and join her-hold on a tic. The Doctor? Well, she hadn't seen the Doctor since-.

A sharp pain in her left temple silenced her thoughts.

Opening up her eyes and scrunching her forehead in concentration, a flash of her on the Tardis made its way beneath Donna's lids as she watched the Doctor walking with a grimace, towards her. His hands were outstretched and he kept repeating how sorry he was.

And then, her memory was gone.

He...he had...he had erased her mind.

Donna sprang up in her bed and attempted to focus despite the periodic pains that overtook her mind.

Inside her subconscious, she attempted to reach back through all of the memories again. Trying to pick out the right ones.

There was a planet she and the Doctor were exploring. A market on that planet. Then there was the strange woman who'd asked if she wanted her fortune read.

Free for red heads my arse, Donna thought sharply but instantly regretted it as another bout of pain rushed through her cranium.

And then there was the alternate universe and the Doctor's old companion, Rose. She had helped her get back to this time and warned them of the darkness that was coming.

Bad Wolf. Earth disappearing. Shadow Proclamation. Daleks. 27 planets. Almost dying in the Tardis and then touching the Doctor's hand in the jar and making another version of him. A very naked version of him. Coming back and saving the Doctor through her borrowed intelligence from him. DoctorDonna. Meeting Sarah Jane, Rose, Martha (again), Mickey, Rose's mother, and Captain Jack. Oh especially Captain Jack.

The appreciative smile that enveloped her lips for the short time, soon crumbled as she remembered the Doctor after they'd dropped off Rose.

He knew even before they'd dropped Rose off. Even before she eagerly turned his way to ask him where they were going next. He knew what he was going to do to her.

"I was gonna travel with him forever...I was gonna-," Donna repeated to herself without really thinking, her left hand trembling as it ran itself through her messy red hair.

He just left her. Left her back to where she began. Left her as nothing but a temp from Cheswick. In a relationship with a man she tolerated. At home, making her believe that the most important thing was what the telly was going to say about this celebrity or that. Those useless things that she'd forgotten in her travels with the Doctor had made her a different person. For the first time, Donna truly saw the universe...and it was magnificent.

But with one touch from the Doctor, all of those memories submerged forever. Or almost forever.

"DOCTOR!" Donna yelled at the top of her lungs, ignoring the vague pains that blasted her mind.

Her heavy, determined steps slammed down on the carpet like there was a personal vendetta she had against it. Of course there wasn't but if the Doctor was made out of carpet, she can't have said that she wouldn't have enjoyed the stomping.

Poor, poor, unaware Wilf mistook his granddaughter's cry of "Doctor!" for that of a medical one.

Perhaps something's wrong with her, Wilf wondered.

Donna took down the steps, two at a time, letting her fury lead her into the kitchen where her nose became enwrapped by fresh coffee brewing.

"Donna, sweetheart. Are you alright?" Wilf cheerily asked.

His smile had retreated in confusion however when he looked up to see his granddaughter standing in the doorway, her stormy, sapphire eyes locked on him.

"Gramps! You knew. You bloody knew he erased my mind. You AND mum. Mum can't stop gossiping about the neighbors for two minutes. How'd she even manage to keep quiet about this?"

"Donna? What are you going on about?" Wilf started, panic creeping into his heart.

She can't have remembered.

"Don't you give me that look you conniving old man. You do it whenever you're trying to get out of a sticky situation. Oh my god...I remember...I remember Christmas. Everyone...everyone looked the same. Shaun, mum, all the people outside. And I...I called you. But you only told me to run," Donna spoke, her anger fleeing for the moment as curiosity filled her eyes.

Wilf thought about keeping up the charade but the look in Donna's eye said that if he did, HE might not live until next Christmas.

"Oh Donna...do you really remember it? The Doctor? Your travels?"

"Yes. Yes I do. How could you not have told me gramps?"

A vulnerability briefly etched itself onto Donna's face which made Wilf almost start trembling at the deep hurt that showed. His granddaughter was one tough cookie and not many things tore her up. But this, he knew this was more painful than anything she'd experienced before.

"Donna, you've got to understand. The Doctor said that if you remembered, even the slightest bit, your head would explode from all the knowledge."

"Does it bloody look like my head's gone and exploded?" Donna interrupted, her fury returning full force.

"Why don't we wait for your mum to get home and then Shaun. Then we can all-."

"Gramps, I'm going to find the Doctor. I'm going to find the Doctor, beat him within inches of his life and then probably be back home for dinner. DON'T wait up!"

"Donna, love, wait! It's been two years since he's last been here. What makes you think he'll just show up?"

His answer was withheld however as Donna made a quick journey upstairs to change into clothes more suitable for I dunno...hunting down the Doctor with a shotgun.

When Donna finally came back down stairs, the determined look that marred her features gave Wilf the proof he needed. He wasn't going to be able to talk Donna out of this.

"Gramps, I love you. And I know you had to do what you could to help me. But, and this is a very very large but, I'm fine. I remember everything and my head isn't in chunks all around the room. Maybe the Doctor just got it wrong, or maybe he just wanted to get rid of me-."

"Donna! Don't say that. He loved you," Wilf replied.

"Yeah, fat load of good that did me. You know I was a different person with him. A happier person with him. Knowing what I know, I can't just sit here idly, day by day, hoping that this world puts excitement into my life. Traveling with the Doctor was my excitement. And for a short while, it was my world. Just let me try to find him, pummel him maybe a few times for not thinking of any other ways to help me retain my memories, and then we'll try to figure out what happened. So, this is the important part I need to know gramps. The last time you saw him, where was he? What was he doing?" Donna inquired, folding her hands.

A proud grin appeared on Wilf's face. She was going to get what she wanted and frankly, it was about time. He knew she was right. That spark that lit her features during her time with the Doctor, seemed to be missing when she came back with her memories gone.

"He ah...he saved my life and this entire world's! He fought against the Time Lords-."

"Time Lords? He told me they're all dead."

"No, these ones detected that the Doctor was still alive from another...time dimension I guess. Sent some kind of diamond to the Earth that the Master used to signal their location," Wilf spoke, shivering slightly as he thought of the other renegade Time Lord.

"And the Doctor destroyed all the Time Lords? Why?"

"Yes. Well...no. The Master ended up destroying the rest of the Time Lords. They had to or else the Time Lords would have destroyed the universe as a result of trying to survive the Time War that had made them hostile to the point of well...self destruction and destruction around them."

Donna tried to process all of the information that her grandfather was giving her, still miffed that she'd missed yet again, another crazy event.

"Well...does this "Master" have a Tardis like the Doctor?"

"No," Wilf retorted cautiously, "why?"

"So he might still be here on Earth? He might have some way to contact the Doctor?" finished Donna with a gleam forming in her eye.

"Ye-NO! Donna, no! The Master is-."

"Thanks gramps! Be back sometime soon. Tell mum she's dead when I get back," Donna yelled, excitement making her heart start pacing rapidly.

Off to find the Doctor to let him know that she wasn't just some Rose you could trap in another parallel world and then give another version of himself to. Not that she'd complain cause there was something incredibly attractive about the near duplicate Doctor. Definitely not a Martha who was going to hang on to every word the Doctor said. Donna loved Martha dearly, but she branched away on her own and that may have made the Doctor weary of another companion leaving.

Slamming the wooden door that blocked out Wilfred's rushed words to her, Donna broke out into a run, a sudden idea springing into her mind. Perhaps Martha still had her phone that called from across time and space. Or maybe she could find out the location of this "Master" guy who was also a Time Lord. From her past, she seemed to have incredible luck running into Time Lords.

Besides, I'm the most important person in the world!

"I sure have missed this," Donna breathed out to herself happily as the London morning rose itself over the occupants of the city.

Wilf tried to yell for Donna, but she was already gone. Oh he hoped with all his being that Donna managed to find the Doctor. Normally his fear wouldn't be so catastrophic but this time was different. His fear spanned from one conversation that he and the Doctor had shared briefly two years ago after Earth was back to normal from the Time Lord attack.

"So is your friend...is the Master dead?" Wilf had asked shakily, knowing how frail the topic was to the Doctor. To not be able to shoot the man who'd tortured and held them imprisoned, spoke volumes to Wilf on the relationship the two shared.

The Doctor said nothing, only stared ahead at the houses neighboring the Nobles. His eyes seemed distant and sorrowful at the same time.

"He must be. I mean...he was gone after the Time Lords were defeated. You even said-."

"Don't always believe what I say," the Doctor cryptically commented.

And the was the last of that conversation.

To this day, Wilf had the horrible feeling that the Doctor's words had a complete undertone to them. An answer within an answer. The Doctor never said words that didn't have meaning behind them.

"Even if the Master is alive, what are the chances of Donna finding him?" Wilf questioned aloud with a weary smile.

His chuckle failed to reach the true joy he previously held. Instead, a deep worry settled in his brow and Wilf could only pray that the Doctor, wherever or whenever he was, became aware of Donna's unexplainable memory return. And not just because she was going to beat him silly.

Moving along too fast? Too slow? You like? Tell me in a review ;)

And yes, Donna is kind of doing things without too much thinking about them. That's part of how she gets into the mayhem and...oh well, I guess you'll just have to find out.