Disclaimer;; The Beeb brings me such beautiful shows as Torchwood, Doctor Who, Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares, and so much more. Why ever would I claim them as my own? And I think there would be a few writers (plus RTD) that might skin me.


The TARDIS spun in the cosmos, rotating and whirring all the way. It was headed for. . .somewhere. Donna Noble had set the controls to take the partners in crime on a voyage, but they were not damned any longer. She knew how to control the travelling machine and she would very well shock the Doctor with the destination. That was not about to please him.

"Oi, Doc," Donna let out, smirking her clever smile. "How've things been the last coupla months? Lonely, I presume. It musta been bloody hell to keep away from my beauty and I." She had an air of "I'm greater than thou" to that last sentence. Not that he didn't deserve it. Donna had saved the universe while he, or a form of himself, had committed genocide. Yep, they were partners in crime alright.

The Doctor had been leaning against the control panel, sitting upon the metal floor. "Hm? What? Oh. Yes. Lonely. Very. Right then." He couldn't help but focus on Donna's memory. The last time he had seen her, she couldn't even give him a decent goodbye. She'd shoved him off to gossip with her friends and about her disbelief in the stolen Earth.

"You heard from the Captain lately?" Donna asked, her voice cheery as she pulled a level, causing the TARDIS to shake. When the story came to that slab of beautiful meat, Donna was wholly interested. "I know he's busy wif Torchwood, but he could take the time to say hullo to an old friend, you know?" The Doctor Donna was blathering again, but it was welcomed. Her loud disposition and stubborn mind were a friend upon the lonely TARDIS and although the Doctor drowned out her words, he knew that he was glad they were back.

"Forsooth, Spaceman! Listen to me!" Donna let out rambunctiously as she playfully threw a seemingly familiar rectangular blue journal at him. It was not the one he remembered, but it was similar enough.

The Doctor didn't catch it. His reflexes were resting since he had another Companion. The journal hit him square in the face. "Gee, Donna!" He let out after yelping. "Where'd this come from? It's just like that one that River had, but it couldn't be. We let the Vashta Nereda devour that. Spoilers indeed." It was now the Doctor's turn to blather, but he was genuinely thrown. The Doctor could figure anything out...but he was having trouble with this one.

"That was just to get your attention," Donna remarked, peering at her prim fingernails. "Really no other reason. Nothin' to it, Doc. It's just a pretty little blue journal. . .detailed about this here pretty little blue box." Who didn't want to tease the Doctor? As he began to open the journal, she tsk'd him. "Now now, Spaceboy, you don't want those spoilers, right?"

The Doctor laughed and jokingly tossed the journal back at Donna. She carried it to a platform and set it down. It wasn't something she'd really needed. The journal was more to document their adventures for her grandfather. It was a heartfelt love of her family that made Donna Noble wish to keep them informed.

"Bloody hell." Her face dropped. "I forgot to tell Mum and Granddad." She began to frantically slip her hands into her jean pockets then ran over to her trench when they revealed nothing. "Where'd I put my bloody mobile?" It seemed the only word in her vocabulary today was bloody. She excused herself though. It was alright by her to have a shrunken vocabulary as long as she had a travelling TARDIS.

"Ah, there it is," Donna sighed in relief as she pulled out a small cellular phone. "Doc. I had to get a new phone. Could you?" She held it out to him, raising her eyebrows.

"Mmph!" The Doctor was defiant and stubborn, but he did want Wilf and Sylvia to know that Donna was safe. "I'll do this for you," and he took the phone from her, "if you tell me just how you're back to yourself!" Two could play the game of teasing.

"Fine fine!" Donna laughed. "I'll tell you. Just get my mobile so I can call Mum and Granddad. You can only send postcards for so long, y'know Spaceman." The Doctor pulled out his handy Sonic Screwdriver and fixed Donna's mobile. She now had service anywhere in the universe.

Her fast temp fingers dialed the number for home. "Granddad?" She asked when the dial went through.

"Donna! Oh, my Donna! Are you alright? Where are you? I'll come pick you up. Your mum will be so pleased!"

"Granddad. Granddad." Donna repeated that phrase until he stopped talking. "I'm with the Doctor. I'm fine, no, I'm better than fine. I'm bloody fantastic! I'm with the Doctor!" She was grinning from ear to ear and her voice has pitched with excitement.

Wilf didn't respond. She should have burnt up by now. From what the Doctor had told him, the Time Lord Conciousness would burn her up. She couldn't remember her. Nothing could be the same. How was she alive?

"Granddad?" Donna chuckled heartily. She was alright at deductive reasoning. "Don't you worry about me. I didn't burn up, I'm not gonna burn up, and I'll be watching out for the Doctor. Tell Mum I love her and I'm safe, alright? Love you, Granddad. Bye now." Wilf had managed to croak an "I love you" into the phone before Donna clicked off her mobile.

"Right then. Now that they know I'm safe, it's your turn." Donna handed her mobile to the Doctor, intent on having him place a call into Torchwood and her most beloved captain. Unfortunately, the TARDIS chose to make its rocky landing at that very moment.

"Ah yes. I do believe we're here. You can place that call later, Doctor. After all, I've got signal anywhere in the universe." Donna whistled and winked at the Doctor. They had had the best of times, but there were still even better times ahead.

"Donna," the Doctor began cautiously. "Where exactly are we?"

"Thought you'd figured that one out by now, Spaceman. Where do you think we are?"

"You didn't. . ." He blinked.

"Oh yes I did." She grinned.

"We couldn't be in--"

They said it together, "Pompeii."

A/N;; Hullo again, friends! My updates will be sporadic as I have no idea what's happening next until I start typing! This chapter is Donna-heavy, Doctor-light and I'm sorry. I just don't feel very confident writing the Doctor. I mix Nine and Ten's personalities. I like funny!serious!Doctor. It doesn't work very well. I wanted them to travel somewhere important to them and what better than Mt. Vesuvius? If you've got anything, critique, comments, ideas, etc., don't hesitate to share! I love hearing from you and I do incorporate critique into my fics!
Cait!