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And Here Comes Donna Noble:

It hardly came as a surprise to Sally as she stared into the mirror in numbed shock, when Donna Noble burst through the door.

"Kristi!"

Donna walked briskly across the room towards her and pulled her up from the floor where Sally had unwittingly collapsed onto her knees. Still staring at the abnormal reflection she felt herself being pulled back and plonked back down on the edge of the bed breaking her staring contest with the stubbornly different reflection. She felt Donna sit down beside her and quickly tried to pull her thoughts together. As far as she could gather, she had died. Then apparently had woken up in – 'what would you call it?' she thought. 'Wholand, Whoniverse, The Doctor's Universe?' – well, here. She decided to freak out about the whole dying thing later and focus on the previously fictional character who was currently sitting next to her. She was so immersed in these thoughts; it was a complete shock to her when she suddenly found herself being pulled into a comforting hug.

She found that a hug was just what she needed right now, and began to return it. Burying her head into the ginger's neck she started to cry softly as she was rocked side to side.

"It's Ok," Donna murmured into Sally's ear, "you're back now." She pulled away and looked at the slightly shorter, now brunette.

Sally was confused now. Back? What?

Donna saw her expression and sighed, continuing. "I thought you were starting to get over this."

Now Sally was even more confused, "Wh-what?" she croaked out. Her hands flew to her throat. It was the first time she had spoken (besides screaming) and was more then slightly disconcerted by having a higher voice than what she was used to.

Donna pulled her into another hug. "Oh it was really bad this time wasn't it?" She said in a voice that reminded Sally strongly of a psychiatrist she had once had. Soothing – yet irritatingly cautious, as it seemed to imply that she (Sally), was slightly loopy.

'Though I suppose,' she thought dryly, 'I probably am seeing as I'm apparently having very vivid delusions.'

"Right," Donna said with authority, "let's see how much you remember this time."

'Okkaaayyy… Very confused now,' Sally thought, 'hopefully I'll learn something if I go along with… whatever's going on.'

"What's your name?" Donna asked – apparently this was going to be a Q and A session.

"Sa- Kristina Delia?" Sally responded, she figured that if she looked like the character then that's probably the name that people here knew her by. But that didn't stop her from turning the answer into question.

"Yes, good. And my name is Donna-"

"Noble!" Sally interrupted. It was finally starting to sink in; sitting next to her was Donna Noble! She looked just like Catherine Tate, if not with even redder hair! Donna had been her favourite companion – she had even written about her in her fanfic.

The said ginger smiled warmly. "Good! And yes – your name is Kristina Suzette Delia, but I call you Kristi and my Granddad-"

"Wilfred Mott." Sally interrupted yet again, she loved Wilf.

Donna chuckled, "Yes, you always seem to remember his name-"

'So I apparently suffer memory loss often then.' Thought Sally.

"-and he calls you his little 'Christmas Angel' cos you love Christmas, while I don't. Right now we are living in Chiswick, London and on Monday we'll both be starting work at H.C Clements. I'll be working as a temp, and you'll be a coffee maker to start off with, but Mr. Clement said that if your condition improves than he'll move you up to a more substantial position." She paused for breath.

'She seemed to be able to ramble on just like her character on Doctor Who' Sally thought.

She carefully thought back through all the information she had just received and let it sink in.

"Wait," Sally said, finally starting to get used to the sensation of having a new voice.

"What condition?" She had figured that Donna was used to 'Kristi' losing her memory, but was still confused at what exactly the problem was.

Donna melted at the look of confused innocence written on her friend's face. She was used to this sort of thing happening, but this was the worst she'd ever seen happen to her. "Oh, baby." She pulled Sally into yet another hug and started rocking her again.

"I'm sorry baby; I know this is probably really hard for you right now. I've never seen you as worse as this. I take it you still think this is a dream?"

"How did you – well, yeah. I mean, this can't be real!" Sally finally said.

"No." She replied firmly. "This is the reality, that world which you woke from was the dream. Okay? Don't forget that."

"But, I don't understand – a dream? How can you know that?' Sally cried, starting to get hysterical.

"Shh… Calm down. Oh I was hoping you would remember. It's easier that way."

"Remember what!"

"Your medical condition." She said sadly. "Those vivid dreams – of another world, are caused by schizophrenia. Which is what you've got. You've had it ever since I met you 10 years ago, and I've been helping you ever since."

"So you're saying I'm… That I'm, I'm-" She broke off, unable to continue.

"You're schizophrenic." Stated Donna, with a sad expression lining her face.

"Oh…" Sally breathed. She could only sit in numbed shock.


Sooo... is it good? Let me know! For those who don't know - Schizophrenia is a medical condition where you 'dream' imaginary worlds, hear voices etc... For people out there who do have schizophrenia or knows someone who does - I'm very sorry if I cause any offense. Now, if you look down, you will see the most beautiful blue button in the whole wide world! A button that contains the power to make a certain author vvvveeeerrrrryyyyy happy and willing to write faster! So... click it!

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