"No, the Doctor looks different. You are not him. But the box...it's like it...but I don't remember this thing on the right door." Sylvia stated, he had not known she had gotten that great of look at the TARDIS and cared to remember it all.

"It's still me. The last time you saw me, I had told you I had borrowed a bit of money from Geoff Noble, and got Donna the winning lottery ticket, the one she stuffed into her dress...bra." he chuckled, "I've regenerated. Changed myself. Same person though."

"But why'd you change?"

"I was dying, the day Wilf went with me, the day the red planet, my home Gallifrey, was in the sky, I was dying. I saved Wilf from the threat of radiation. But I had to pay for it."

"I don't think I understand"

"No, of course you don't. Regeneration is a way Timelords cheat death. It still feels like dying, different face, different body, different looks all together, different personality, same memories, different person. It's as if a new man just saunters away and I'm gone. I'm in my Eleventh regeneration"

"Oh, so that's why you look different. So...Donna won't recognize you?"

"No, but I did come to see her."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You are not taking my girl away, especially if remembering will kill her!"

"Fine, I'll go see Wilfred then." He said, starting towards her, slowly her head lowered and he stopped in front of her, seeing as she was upset.

"You can't..." She sighed heavily.

"And why can't I?" He asked, then realization stuck him, as Sylvia sighed.

"He passed...On Christmas day"

"Oh...Nothing happened over that time, huh?" He smiled sadly. "Was he happy in the end?"

"Yes, he just wanted to see you again. He wanted Donna to remember again, but not die. Be strong." She smiled sadly as well. "She remembers some, Doctor, she looks off and you can see her thinking. Dad caught himself a few times. Almost told Donna to keep an eye out for that box of yours."

"Does she know anything?" The Doctor asked, referring to himself.

"No, he kept his promise. He didn't tell her, although she had a few terrible nightmares about things she said could never happen. A few things that scared her."

The Doctor smiled and Sylvia was confused. She thought it was bad if she remembered.

"Donna may have been the first Human Timelord, but she most likely won't be the last, or the weakest."

"What do you mean? Doctor, what have you done to my daughter?!"

"I couldn't make her forget completely. So I had to improvise. She forgot everything for the time being, but there was no way to keep her mind secure from it. I had to manipulate her mind. The information is slowly seeping its way into her mind, so it can take it all in slowly but surely. Safely as well. If she remembers now, it'll burn, because its too soon. Her mind isn't ready for it yet. It'll take her a little bit to adjust. About two to four years or so. She must remember me on her own though. No guidance. But she should be remembering the creatures first. Lastly, after all the creatures and events return, she'll remember the TARDIS and the mad man with it. Her mind is going to be hurting because it has to rewrite her memories once more. It will also be giving her images of me, throughout my time line. Every regeneration. She'll know what I look like today, well after she sees me of course."

"Why don't you come back here in two years time, I'll come round and tell you how much she's told me about her encounters with creatures."

"I guess if I shall, I'll go two years and meet you here. Just remember, don't rush her mind, don't say a word. No creatures, no problems, no me. Unless Donna mentions it, don't say it."

"Of course Doctor, see you in two years."

"Just to be certain, what is today's date?"

"The ninth of March 2012"

"RIGHT!" He shouted in full on excitement. "Two years it is! Have fun with the Olympics by the way! Great year 2012!"

"The Doctor hugged Sylvia quickly, leaving her baffled, as he ran back into the TARDIS. It began to dissolve, the exact way it had years back when her dad stepped into the box and left her shouting at thin air.

The Doctor, now back inside the TARDIS, entering the date he wished to be in. It took him all of a minute and he was back on the street corner. Sylvia stood approximately ten feet away. He popped out and grinned.

"Hello again, Sylvia Noble" His tone was delightfully cheery.

"Did you just come from this day two years ago?"

"Yep." Sylvia laughed, she was smiling and looked like her whole self felt free. It was the same time, two years later. March ninth, 2014, 10:32 pm.

"I saw you, the old you, at the Olympics Doctor. Donna had been passes out at the time and didn't see a thing."

"Yea, fun time, that was. I only grabbed the torch to send a little alien child back home" He said, not wanting to give the exact name of the species, as he knew she wouldn't have a clue.

"Well, Donna doesn't remember you yet, but you did say she'd remember you last."

"I did."

"She has said something about an ice-cold planet and some creatures that are apparently the 'Odd'"

"The Ood!"

"No, odd!"

"No they're called the Ood"

"Oh, she spoke of hearing a sad song or what not. But couldn't remember how it just came and went" She looked at him to explain, her eyes hard.

"That was me, sorry. I could hear the Oods song of captivity, and I spoke of it, so I asked her if she wanted to hear it. I gave her a chance to hear it, but she couldn't listen for more than a moment. And I took it away when she asked. Eventually she got to hear the song of the oods once more, but this time of Freedom, where practically everyone can here it. As the song of captivity was hushed out. And the Oods sang of freedom and Doctor Donna." Sylvia smiled, but didn't look like she wanted to go on with the Ood, and went on.

"Okay...She spoke of walking fat. I depose."

"Adipose."

"Yes, alright, whatever." She said, waving him off. "Daleks and Cybermen. She remembers them."

"Ah Donna, She's close."

"How long Doctor?"

"About two years, I suppose."

"See you then?"

"Yes, We shall meet then."

And once again the Doctor sent himself two years farther, only about a minute for him. Sylvia waited in the spot, hidden slightly because as the TARDIS landed, the street lamps went out one by one. "Odd," She thought "These things are never off together..." Her thought was broken when the TARDIS appeared in the usual place. The man stepped out, same Doctor. She smiled.

"Hello" He said, he was looking a bit worn, but seemed to be cheery, so she didn't question it.

"Hello." She replied, her eyes glistening. "I think she's ready."

"Ready?" He asked, "Now?"

"Yea, She knows what she saw, everything except you and the blue box."

"Except me..." He repeated quietly.

"Come see her."

"No, I can't"

"Why not, you were so eager a few years ago, and she wasn't even close to remembering."

"She has to remember. On her own."

"But I thought you and the box were last to come."

"It is, but she has to find me. She doesn't have the Time Lord mind, just quiet yet, it was a Human Time Lord meta crisis. It just doesn't happen straight away."

"Time Lord mind.."

"Yea, high IQ, Donna will be witty." He said with a slight chuckle then added, "By the way, why are the lights out?"

"Dunno, I'd been wondering myself."

The Doctor, feeling something out of place, though it was Earth and filled with many things out of place, flicked his sonic up at the nearest light. They were all on, fully functional, bulbs were in. It puzzled him. 'What is causing street lamp blackout? The houses don't look affected, except the outside lights.' He thought to himself.

"Vashta Nerada...?" He said, searching through his mind. "No, it doesn't have that fear they usually bring... Say, Sylvia, did they just flicker out?" He found something that might have been the reason.

"Yea, one by one."

"Donna..." The Doctor whispered.

"What about my Donna?"

"Well, she's remembering...early.."

"How do you mean. Why would it cause a surge?"

"Because, she's remembering early and she's not two blocks away, Sylvia, much closer."

He noted they were about twenty feet from the TARDIS as they had done a sort of walk while talking. Then he saw, opposite the TARDIS a figure, glowing gold, mainly higher, the cold encasing the chest and above.

"Donna Noble..." He whispered "DONNA!" He shouted, running to her, new found fear overcoming him. The figure stood completely still as he ran in her direction. "Donna!"

And in that moment, Donna collapsed to the ground, the Doctor slid over in time to catch Donna's head in his hands.

"Doctor!" Sylvia shouted running over. "Donna!" She panted. "Is she okay?"

"Dunno, should be fine, lets get her into the TARDIS."

Sylvia grabbed Donna's legs, and the Doctor grabbed her gently by her shoulders and the hurried into the TARDIS, where they lay her on the floor. Sylvia stood fascinated by the TARDIS' interior. It scared her at the same time. The Doctor had already begun to fly it.

"It's...bigger...on the inside." She remarked. He smiled.

"My favourite part" He chuckled. "Although I did get a first recently...said its smaller on the outside...surprised me...but then again, she isn't the normal one...Never mind, lets get Donna in bed."

"Where are we?"

"Your home." He said, once more grabbing Donna's arms. "She's going to sleep in her own bed. She should be fine in a few hours, hopefully, maybe longer I dunno. Everything back in her mind."

Sylvia smiled, as she grabbed Donna's legs and they carried her, only outside the TARDIS doors, as the Doctor had parked right next to Donna's bed. They laid her down and left the room.

"Mum, where is the storage box?" Donna called out. No reply. "Mum?" She called once more, leaving the closet she had been organizing. She checked throughout the house, her mum wasn't there.

Donna walked out front and noticed a figure, the figure of her mother, up the street about to turn the corner. She followed the figure, hoping to be concealed by the slight darkness, even though the street lamps didn't really allow too much of that. When the figure stopped, it stood still in one place, Donna stood closer to the fence. A peculiar sound rang through the air, followed by the street lamps flickering out one by one, starting with the one overhead, and her head began to burn painfully. Something was changing and it was frightening her, because she had no control over it, and no clue what was happening. It was as if all her memories, or a lot of them really, were changing. A whip of pain and she stood straight and tall, she could feel herself moving, away from the fence. She willed herself to stay silent, not wanting to let her mum know she was spying. A blue box, Police box, showed itself in front of her mum. Another lash of pain overcame her. The longer she watched, the pain grew, the man she saw come out from it, for some reason he made her mind blaze. Her eyes began to blind herself, but she still kept quiet. Her sight of the box, the man, and her mum were not in view anymore, all she saw was gold. And then she was in her memories, traveling through her own past.

She saw the Empress of the Racnoss, but today she saw why she had been there anyway. The man, standing up on the ledge, holding power over the Racnoss apparently. He stood there, not taking the chance to turn away. She was soaking, and she had called up to the man, telling him he can stop now, he didn't have to go on. She had save him. That man was something extraordinary, she could feel it, and she, regular old Donna Noble, had save him. Then her mind flashed back to a time long before she had existed. A man who called himself the Doctor and his blue box...the blue box in front of her mum right now, and a girl, teenage looking, named Susan Foreman. He kept popping around, his appearance, and apparently age too, changing. No...not just appearance and age...personality. He grew up, in a way, though he looked a little younger each time. Regeneration her mind whispered to her. Time Lord. Doctor.

What was happening to her?! She saw ten different men, all called the Doctor. The tenth...he was the one from the ledge, the one she had saved.. The Adipose! It was him too! She had gone looking for him! Her first wedding! He was there! That's the place, during the wedding, the place she went that she had no recollection of. TARDIS- Time And Relative Dimension In space. The Ood, Sontaran, Adipose. The planets. Medusa Cascade, Pompeii, being kidnapped in New New New New New New... New New New New New New... New New New York, Agatha Christie, the Library.. CAL. Vashta Nerada. Daleks..It all revolved around him. He was the real thing.

She saw that her travels with the Doctor once more, this time, actually with him. Rose Tyler, Badwolf, Jackie Tyler, Sarah-Jane Smith, Mickie Smith, a second Doctor. 'Ten-two'. Captain Jack Harrkness, Martha Jones, They were all there at some point. Mostly the moment she forgot...or right before. It was just the Doctor and herself when she forgot.

She remembered forgetting. The pain, worse than the Ood's song of captivity. Worse than anything else in her life. Except for the pain right now, but this at the time burned. What was happening? She knew now it wasn't possible for her to remember, he had wiped her memory. Gramps and mum knew.

She was crying, but she was happy. Burning like the sun, in pain and thought. The most important woman. That was her. She was importantand Gramps had told her so many times, and she just wiped it away. But she had held control over the Daleks. Two-way biological meta crisis. She had gotten the best part of the Doctor, his mind. That's why she knew it was impossible, that's why she was just shown every incarnation of the Doctor. She had caused the second Doctor to form. Her mind was quick, like his. But it hurt, oh how it hurt! Some force overtook her, forcing her to cool down.

'I'm dying.' She thought. 'I wasn't supposed to remember and now I'm dying!'

She was hyperventilating, or at least she felt like she was, her mind was telling her things that ten minutes ago she wouldn't believe to be possible. Certain things, yes, because they had come back...earlier... It was frightening her, and she knew it couldn't happen. What was happening couldn't happen.

'Should have known!' She scolded herself 'I should have known not to follow mum...my eyes...They burn...Doctor...they hurt.." She felt her lips mimic her thoughts, but she didn't know if any sound came out. She felt her side collide with the cold hard pavement. She was slowly dying, and she couldn't know if anyone saw her or not. Her head fell and she braced herself for the pain, but it never came, instead two soft gentle hands clasped her head and she was grateful, though she had lost all movement, for who knows how long. She felt herself be lifted of the pavement and then nothing. Back in her memories once more, soaring back and forth, reliving more happy moments than sad, something chose the sweeter moments, the ones she held dearest, to let Donna relive. She wasn't sure how long it would last. She needed help, help from the best.

She needed a Doctor.

A/N: Hey, Sorry I haven't updated. Busy with school work :33 This fanfiction is for my friend Victoria, because she ships the Doctor and Donna, although this doesn't exactly ship them, but she was terribly upset when Donna left. She wished it wasn't so sad. Her soul officially belongs to Moffat I suppose...

Anyway, leave any reviews or ideas or anything. I'm only in ninth grade, so reviews are much needed! Thanks! Hope you enjoy! ~Lissa Joan