Author's Note: Hello! here we are again.

I decided to stick to my songs and the song of this chapter is I See Red by Thousand Foot Krutch. Just because I like the song and this is the only song containing a line I could connect to this chapter.

Currently, I'm a bit debating what I'm going to do with this. I've got a clear path up until the aftermath of The Doctor's Daughters.

I just haven't decided whether I'll make Martha join The Doctor and Donna in the rest of series 4 or whether I'll just bring her back at key points in the series.

I do know I'd love to play with Martha being in TUATW and well that would require her joining the TARDIS once again.

But we're still a couple of chapters away from that decision so I'll just chew it over a bit longer.

Also, my grammar corrector programme was a pain in the arse, it kept contradicting itself, for example:

Grammar corrector programme: 'Delete this comma'

Me: *Deletes comma*

Grammar corrector programma: 'No wait, put a comma here.

Me: *Does that.*

Grammar corrector programma: 'What the hell are you doing?! there can't be a comma there!'

Me: 'Just make up your bloody mind already! do you want a comma there or not!?'

Sorry for that bit of ramble, I needed to let out my frustration regarding the topic out.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

~Pridia

Disclaimer: *looks under bed* Nope, no rights to Doctor Who here. *coughs* however, there is a lot of dust here, does that count?

Reviews:

Guest: Doctor: Expresses his emotions.

me: that's some good shit right there.

I'll take this as a compliment, how about a bit more Doctor expressing his feelings? Although I feel like this chapter contains that a bit less heavily. *shrugs*

3. I Wish It Would Just Go Away

Donna was shocked of the Time Lord's revelation, sure she had guessed it almost as soon as he had started talking about his feelings, but to learn that it actually was the truth!?

She wondered what exactly had happened between him and Martha, sure the Time Lord had told her that the girl had fancied him but now that she knew that he actually loved her, that comment meant something completely different.

Whatever had happened, her alien friend seemed to heavily regret it, suggesting that he was the one who messed this up.

No surprise there. Donna thought to herself. He seems to have a degree in rudeness.

"What happened between you two?" She finally asked.

The Time Lord sighed.

"A lot."

"Can you narrow that down a bit?" She requested.

"It's my fault." He supplied unhelpfully.

Donna sighed mentally.

"A bit more would be helpful." She tried to get more information out of him.

"I..." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I ignored her, destroyed her life, belittled her, had her do this terrible jobs." He blurted out.

Donna blinked at him.

Saying that he screwed this up doesn't even scratch the surface and wait a minute...

"You destroyed her life!?" She questioned shocked.

"Yes!" The Doctor exclaimed while trying to contain his guilt and pain. He sucked in some air and buried his head in his hands.

Donna started rubbing his back, trying to comfort him once again. She decided against asking him just how he had destroyed Martha's life just yet. She did suspect that he was probably blaming himself for something outside his power, something he actually wasn't guilty of. She was 99.9 percent certain that he felt that way about what had happened with Lance.

"What are you going to do now?" She asked silently once he had calmed down

"I don't know." he mumbled as he stood up.

"Where are you going?" Donna wondered.

He didn't answer her as he walked over to where Martha's phone had landed.

It had broken into two bigger pieces and a lot of smaller pieces.

He sighed and bend down to pick up the remains of the phone, in the meantime Donna had gotten up as well and followed him.

"I should probably just leave it, get over it." He said quietly as he put the pieces on the console to have a good look at the damage.

"Your feelings won't just go away." Donna pointed out.

"Could always wish for it." He chuckled humourlessly.

"Wish all your like sweetheart, but this isn't some sort of fantasy land where all your wishes come true, this is the real hard world." Donna told him seriously, causing The Doctor to finally look up from the broken phone.

"I know." He whispered and then quickly turned back towards the phone. "I know how to deal with it, though, I've still got 900 years of experience."

"900!?" Donna exclaimed, causing The Doctor to frown.

"Right, I never told you my age before, did I?" he wondered.

"NO! You're nine-hundred years old?" At the Time Lord's nod, she continued a bit bemused. "Well, isn't that wizard. What is that anyway?" Donna decided to change the subject.

"Well, this used to be a phone." He answered frustrated, he apparently had been very thorough in breaking said phone.

"What happened to it? It can't just have fallen into thousand pieces, can it?" Donna wondered.

"I threw it." He admitted.

"Where did you do that for?" She exclaimed.

He just looked at her, not answering. She noticed his eyes glazing over and she could clearly see the pain in them. Her face softened as she put two and two together.

He must've thrown it out of frustration, probably not too long before the breakdown five minutes ago. She sighed and walked over towards him to pull him into another hug, seeing that he needed it.

She sighed and walked over towards him to pull him into another hug, seeing that he needed it.

"Why don't you just leave that phone for later? Hmm? When you're feeling a bit better?" she suggested.

"I can't." he answered weakly.

"Why not?" Donna asked as she started rubbing his back soothingly once again. Honestly, when she had invited herself into the TARDIS she hadn't expected to be in her current situation, dealing with a Time Lord in his current state. Not that she would complain, mind you! Everyone has their flaws, even the man who seems to be carrying the universe on his shoulders and usually toughens out anything that makes him seem mortal.

"It was ringing." He whispered as he finally lifted his hands to rest on her back.

"And you need to call back whoever was calling." Donna finished for him.

"Yeah." He whispered. "It's not like a lot of people have that number, actually."

"How many people have got that number?" Donna wondered.

"One that I know of." He moved out of the hug and went to the display screen of the console.

"Who?" He looked back at her.

"Martha." He said slightly louder than a whisper. "She gave me that phone just before leaving. Saying that if it started ringing I'd better come running. She'll kill me if I don't start running anytime soon." He rambled. "That is if it was actually her who called."

"How can you figure that out if your phone is broken?" Donna wondered, sensing that, for now, he had pushed his emotions to the side.

"The TARDIS should be able to pull up a call history of the number connected to the phone. And I do know my number and Martha's number," He wasn't going to admit that he had learned Martha's number because he had been on the verge of calling her several times before, had pulled up the contact information and then just had proceeded to look at the phone number until he would finally push himself away from calling.

This 'habit' did come in handy now, though.

"Let me see." He muttered as he pulled up the information he was looking for and found out that it had indeed been Martha who had called him roughly half an hour ago.

"That's Martha's number." He confirmed to Donna. "She's gonna kill me for not answering the phone." He paused to look at the broken. "And then probably a second time because I broke the phone."

"You'd better call her back." Donna suggested.

"YES! That's it! I never would've thought of that myself. With what phone!? The one that's lying there in thousands of pieces?! Yes, that's going to work!" He snapped sarcastically. Donna sighed mentally but wasn't angry at his outburst, something she normally would be. She knew that he was hurt and probably scared of the prospect of having to talk to Martha after everything that happened, that is what had happened between them in the past and earlier tonight.

"I could get my mobile from my room," Donna offered then frowned. "Don't think it's got a signal here though."

He smiled slightly at Donna, it was genuine but didn't quite reach his eyes, but Donna would count it as a good sign considering the situation.

"I can give it universal roaming through an upgrade, so that won't be a problem." He assured her.

"So, should I get my phone?" She asked, he nodded in response and she ran off quickly to get it.

While Donna was gone The Doctor inhaled deeply, he had never been so open about his feelings before. He always heavily guarded his feelings from anyone else, his resolve had crumbled a bit around Martha when he would talk about his past. But, the wall he had carefully build around his feelings had just been broken down by the force of a wrecking ball and he was already working hard on rebuilding it

He heard Donna coming back and quickly tried to push away his current strain of thought.

"Got it." She said as she stood in front of him, trying to catch her breath.

"Thanks." He mumbled.

He grabbed the offered phone and quickly got to work on upgrading it when he was done he put in Martha's number. However, as he was about to push the call button he hesitated and looked at Donna.

"What do I say?" He asked in this small voice.

"Just call her, Spaceman." She told him. "Just say what feels right."

"But what if that's the wrong thing to say?" He looked so insecure that it broke Donna's heart. She had gotten to care about him a lot. No, not in a romantic way! She suppressed a shudder at the mere thought of bedding him. She felt something akin to a sibling bond to the Spaceman, she felt protective of him. A bit like she would've felt about a little brother.

He nodded at Donna, then inhaled deeply trying to gather the little courage he had and pushed the call button.

He had never realised just how nerve wrecking the dial tone of the phone was. Luckily for The Time Lord's nerves, Martha answered on the third ring.

"Martha Jones speaking." He couldn't help but smile at hearing her voice again after such a long time.

"Hey, Martha Jones." He somehow managed not to sound nervous, even though he really was. what was she going to say.

What was she going to say?!

"Doctor?!" Martha exclaimed surprised, having recognised his voice.

"Yup, that's me. I believe you called me, although, considering time travel and all, I'm not sure how long..." He began but got interrupted.

"That was like 5 minutes ago." Martha told him.

"Oh, that's errr... it's been roughly 30 minutes for me." He rubbed his neck nervously.

"I'd like to hear what caused you to be unable to pick up your phone and then end up calling me with a different number half an hour later." Martha said, causing his eyes to widen in shock.

What was he going to say?!

"But, I actually called because I'm bringing you back to Earth, we can save that conversation for later." The Doctor suppressed a sigh of relief, at least now he had time to come up with something that made sense and doesn't mention him having a breakdown.

Martha gave him a time and place, then made him promise to be there, when satisfied she hung up.

The Time Lord gave Donna her phone back.

"So, how did that go then, Spaceman?" Donna wondered him.

"This was more of a business call, sounded like she didn't have much time. I'll talk to her properly later." He sniffed. "Anyway, she gave me a time and a place."

"Right, we're not going there now, it's already been a long day and we're not going to make it unnecessary longer. We're heading to bed and then face whatever Martha has in store tomorrow."

"Okay, but a small correction. You're heading to bed, not me." He said, even though he felt exhausted. He knew that with everything that was going on right now, he was guaranteed to have a nightmare and he didn't feel like getting one.

"Didn't think so Spaceman, you're tired. Don't try to deny it." She added when he opened his mouth to protest. He hung his head in defeat.

"I don't want to sleep." He mumbled to himself, just loud enough for Donna to hear who pulled him in for another hug.

"I think you do want to sleep, you're just afraid of the nightmares, aren't you?" Donna guessed and he nodded in confirmation.

Donna sighed and considered options, he needed to sleep.

"Okay, now go get ready for bed and I'll be at your door with a solution in 15 minutes." She told him as she led him towards his room where she left him her to get changed, then she quickly went to her room, quickly put on some pyjamas, then dug into her closet in search for the thing that would help her alien friend sleep.

"Aha!" She exclaimed when she finally found it, then slowly headed towards the Time Lord's room with it in her arm.

The Doctor opened the door just after her third knock, wearing striped pyjamas.

"Donna, what do you think will help m-" He trailed off as he saw what was in her arms, he looked her in the eyes and raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Really?"

Donna looked down at the huge pink teddy bear in her arms and shrugged. "She helped me with my nightmares a lot when I was younger, sometimes she still does to be honest. Don't see why you can't try if it works for you."

"Err..." he hesitated. "But don't you need that bear?"

"Not tonight, you can borrow it. If it works we'll just get you your own bear." This caused a big smile to form on his face.

"Oh, Donna Noble, you're brilliant."

"I have my moments." She reacted modestly.

"No, I mean it, you're always brilliant." She shook her head in denial causing him to emphasize a bit more. "Really, absolutely brilliant, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Donna didn't react to him, just offered the teddy to the Time Lord, who grabbed it and gave it a hug to test it out.

"Oh, that feels nice." As he found himself unwillingly to let it go just yet.

"I know, you'll be alright tonight?" Donna wondered.

"I think so." he said as he stopped hugging the bear.

"Okay, see you in the morning then, night Doctor." She said as she turned to head towards her room.

"Night Donna." He said as he closed the door of his room again.

Then went towards his bed and put the bear below the covers before he climbed below them himself and hugged it to himself.

He was surprised at how comfortable this was, he felt something akin to what he used to feel when he shared the bed with Martha. A feeling of warmth and safety.

The Time Lord fell asleep with a smile that night and the huge pink teddy bear was successful at keeping the nightmares at bay.

Author's Note: The Doctor is searching the comfort of a huge pink and fluffy teddy bear *smiles smugly* I love it! Well, of course, I do, I wrote it! Which actually doesn't automatically means that I love it, I do like most of the stories overall, although some have a disastrous chapter or 2 and there is my disastrous attempt at HP fanfic... I'm getting off topic, sorry, terrible habit of mine when writing notes/reviews. anyway, the idea of the teddy bear was not my first idea on how to deal with The Doctor's nightmares but the first idea didn't work out at all. But this is just great. I wanted to name the bear but I'm absolutely terrible in naming my creations, so this is unnamed pink bear the fifth. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll see you guys next chapter. Well, probably not considering that we don't exactly talk face to face, nor in real time tbh. I just post this here and you guys read it sometime later and sometimes bother to review and make me smile or make me aware of the fact that I posted the wrong chapter *grins sheepishly*