A/N I don't own Doctor Who or any of these characters that I'm playing with. This is just a little something I wrote last year when Donna ceased to exist as we all know her. I haven't updated it to reflect the Christmas or Easter specials because I liked it too much as is.
"I don't know what you think you're going to spot up there Granddad!" She called. It seemed like a totally silly hobby at this point.
"Do I pick on you for going shopping?" He replied more weakly than usual.
"Fine, but I still think that you're wasting your time. Big Brother is on, why don't you stay and watch with me?"
"I need some peace sweetheart," he said kissing her head and making for the door.
"Dad" said Sylvia, "don't stay out too late."
"I'll be back before dawn," he said getting out the door before he started to break down. It was hard having the old Donna back. She seemed more obnoxious than ever. It was hard for him dealing with her being like this, especially after seeing her potential. He had heeded The Doctors words and didn't tell her but he was just so tired.
He made it up the hill and set up. Looking out away from the city he opened his thermos and pulled his coat tighter against the night air. He was cold most of the time lately.
"Hello" came a voice from behind him.
"I don't feel much like talking." Wilf called over his shoulder.
"I know, but how is she. I need to know."
"She's the same Donna that she was before, don't worry, she doesn't remember you or any of it." He closed the thermos and passed it to the slim figure who stepped into his view. It was of course The Doctor. It had been six months since he left Donna back in his and Sylvia's care. He wore the same brown pinstripe suit and the same trainers.
"I'm sorry, I wish there was another way." He sighed passing on the thermos, "I just haven't come up with a solution yet. I'm beginning to think that there's not a way to make it right."
"Please don't give up on her, there has to be something." Wilf begged but there was a rustling sound and the Doctor took cover.
"Grandad, have you seen any aliens yet? Any space men?" Donna called as she climbed up. "Mum said you shouldn't be alone so here I am, keeping you company."
"No sweetie, no aliens tonight."
"Well, it's still your lucky night because I have snuck YOU a pork pie!" she pulled it out of her pocket. "I figured that mum has you on that macrobiotic diet and none of that food looks good, you're slimming down, you need to eat something." She thrust the pie into his hand. "Go on then, eat. I'll keep an eye out for spacemen for you! The whole lot of you are crazy. I still can't get past most of your stories, spaceships and robots and aliens…"
Wilf couldn't bring himself to say anything. She had been taunting him this way for the past few months. That girl could deny anything, and it just might keep her alive.
The Doctor watched from the shadows. It was really heartbreaking. He had missed having his friend around. Forever, as always, had turned out to be shorter than expected. He hiked back down the hill to the TARDIS and closed himself in. There really was no hope. Eventually she was going to break down that block, especially if London continued to have as many incidents as it had in the past. It was only a matter of time before she recognized something and triggered the memories… or until she received a shock from some sort of electrical appliance.