Hello! Thank you for all the positive feedback on this story! Just in case you weren't aware this is with the 10th doctor, I don't really know when it could have happened but some time when he was alone again. I got all the information on Pompeii from wikipedia, forgive me if I am wrong on any account.

Enjoy!

Donna and her friends were about halfway through the exhibit when Wilf had called, and after Donna had hung up on him they had had the laughing fit of the century. Donna was smiling for at least 10 mins after the whole ordeal, her Gramp was so insane sometimes, she often wondered if he should be committed to an insane asylum

Afterwards, June had grabbed the other two and shoved them into a dark room with a screen, in which a documentary-type short film was playing on a loop. Neither woman had protested and all three of them took a seat on the carpeted benches that sat in neat little rows in the small room.

Donna sat with her purse in her lap staring at the screen and leaning slightly on Lily, who sat beside her. They had caught the documentary just in time, it had started over when they walked in so there was nothing much to catch up on as the booming voice of the narrator clambered into the room.

"A natural disaster that stayed hidden from the world for thousands of years, an undiscovered tragedy, a treasure trove of preserved artifacts, a land lost in time . . ."

The powerful voice was accompanied with footage of various modern day eruptions and some animated sequences meant to depict what Pompeii may have looked like.

"4 to 6 meters of ash and dried magma separated this complex society from the world until the late 16th century. More than 20,000 people lived in the city-state at the time Vesuvius erupted. For months before the eruption earthquakes had been a rather frequent occurrence in the area, causing casualties of their own and inflicting much damage on the city-state. The Pompeiians did not take this as a warning though, they mistook it for the anger of the gods . . ."

Donna found herself nodding her head a random intervals during the whole thing, as though she knew what the narration was talking about and completely agreed, as though she had been there. In fact, throughout the whole film she felt an unexplainable twinge of guilt nagging at her, like she had something to be sorry for, something big, something very very bad. She tried to pin it on yelling at her Gramp, she could feel guilty for that, but she didn't, not really, because he always understood. So what did she feel bad for?

The narration went on to talk about how the bodies of men women and children were found encased in ash, their figures perfectly preserved. One particular image of that showed a woman clutching a child pulled at Donna's heartstrings, I could have saved them, she thought. But as soon as it was present in her mind she considered committing herself to an insane asylum rather than her Gramp, how could she have done anything, it's not like she was there.

Donna was shaken from her thoughts by gentle touch to her arm, she glanced up to see Lily looking at her with concern, "Are you alright love?"

Donna looked at her funny, "What do you mean? Of course I'm alright." Donna said, a bit shocked that her own voice was shaking.

June piped up, "You-you're crying, are you sure you're okay?

Donna looked at them like they had just sprouted wings, "Course I'm fine, and I'm not-" She cut herself off when she lifted a hand to her eyes and found that it came back wet and covered in smeared mascara, "crying . . ."

Lily put an arm around her, "Do you wanna talk about it? Is something wrong at home? Boy problems?"

Donna let her friend keep an arm around her, because honestly, she couldn't really say she was alright, she was crying for no reason. Sure, the film was rather sad, but it shouldn't have made her cry, it happened thousands of years ago after all.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Donna asked with a smile in her voice, it was rather amusing, all this, besides Donna Noble was not one to be taken down with a few unexplained tears, she was the most important woman in the universe! Okay, thought Donna, that may be going a little too far-

Her thoughts were cut off when a sharp pain hit her in the back of the head, making her double over on the bench.

She clutched her head and sat back up, the pain subsiding to a small throb. "Have either of you got an aspirin?" She asked.

June had a miniature wrestling match with her bag and produced a small white capsule when she had prevailed.

Donna took it graciously and pulled a plastic water bottle from her own bag, downing the aspirin with a few gulps of water. She hoped it wouldn't take too long to work, she hated having headaches.

Wilf had had to go through quite an ordeal to reach The Doctor. First he had to use the computer, again, technology was not one of his strong suits, to find the out the telephone number of Martha Jones, the lady who had almost had to blow up the earth, and get a hold of her. Once he had called her he had to get her to call The Doctor and explain what was happening. Then she had to phone Wilf back and tell him that she had reached The Doctor, and then she had to call said Doctor again when he hadn't shown up in the next five minutes like he said he would.

Finally, the TARDIS teleported into the living room of the Noble's and The Doctor came running out, looking quite nervous and ruffled, thus ending the communications fiasco.

"What is he-What are YOU doing in my living room? Go park that thing outside right this instant!" Sylvia started.

"Listen to me, unless you want your daughter to die, you will let me do whatever I have to to help her, and that includes parking the TARDIS in your living room!" He shot back.

Sylvia grumbled but she shut up all the same.

"Hello Wilf!" The Doctor said with smile, hugging the older, yet technically younger, man.

When Wilf pulled away he began to speak nervously, "I don't know what to do Doctor. She's at a special exhibit at the museum about Pompeii and she won't leave."

"Donna at a museum?" The Doctor asked, scrunching up his face in confusion, "why didn't you just call her and tell her to leave?" The Doctor asked, "Why do you need me? I'll just remind her of well . . . me."

"I tried calling her," Wilf said desperately, "but she just thought I was being bonkers, she hung up on me."

"Same old Donna." The Doctor smiled, "Well why don't we try and call her again?"

Wilf stood frozen for a moment, he never would get used to The Doctor's speedy way of talking, before pulling out his mobile and ringing Donna again.

Wilf tried putting it on speaker, but ended up almost accidentally calling 999, The Doctor took matters into his own hands and pressed the speakerphone button, kneeling in front of the coffee table the phone had been placed on.

Donna's voice came on over the line, "I'm busy right now please leave a message!" It was her voice mail.

The Doctor promptly hung up and called again, cursing in some alien language that Wilf didn't understand.

Donna must have purposefully ignored the last call because this time she picked up, thinking it must be important if Gramp tried to phone twice.

"Gramp, I told you I can't talk, especially right now, I'm watching a documentary." Her voice sounded rather quiet and it was more garbled than it should be, even through the bad speaker of the phone.

"Sweety are you alright?" Wilf asked.

"I don't know, it' wacky, I'm crying for no reason," She laughed, "I think I've finally lost it, I've got a nasty headache too, but I took an aspirin."

Wilf looked up at The Doctor, who returned his gaze, they both knew what that headache meant. It meant her brain was trying to remember, and was succeeding.

"Anyway, if nothing's wrong, I have to go, It's rude to talk during a film. Bye!"

"Donn wait!" both The Doctor and Wilf called at the same time, but it was too late, Donna had already hung up.

"You see, she won't listen." Wilf said in a pleading voice.

The Doctor looked down, a sad smile on his face, "Some things never change."

"What are we going to do?" Wilf asked, slowly standing up from where he had been sitting by the coffee table.

The Doctor stayed silent.

"Doctor?" Wilf asked.

"What do you want me to do! I can't very well go up to her and help! If she sees me she'll die!" The Doctor screamed, standing up abruptly, his temper taking over, but he wasn't angry at Wilf or at Donna or even Sylvia, he was angry at himself. This was all his fault, and he was pretty much powerless to do anything. The one person he longed to be able to help, to be able to simply look at, could not look back.

Wilf looked at the carpeting at his feet, "Well if you can't do anything then I'm going to help my little girl!" Wilf said determinately, walking towards the door and grabbing the car keys from their hook on the wall.

The Doctor stood there dejectedly, after over 900 years of being alive he couldn't control his temper, pathetic.

"You know, she thought you were amazing, she thought you could do anything. I guess she was wrong." Sylvia said, retreating back into the kitchen.

Those words stung, but she was right, he was useless and powerless. But when did that ever stop him? He could just hear Donna yelling at him, what do you mean you can't do it?! You're The Doctor!

The Doctor straightened up, how many impossible things had he done in his lifetime? More than he could count, what was one more impossible feat?

"Wilf wait!" called The Doctor.

The old man turned around, he had been about to open the door.

"The TARDIS will be faster."

So how was the second chapter? Im planning on having one, maybe two more chapters after this one.

Thanks for reading, please tell me what you think! I can always use suggestions!

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