A/N: Yay! Update! And, I have been informed that there is another story called 'The Return of Donna Noble.' I didn't mean to copy it! Besides, the picture is different and the plot is different (other than Donna returning). Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, I do own a homemade version of Eleven's sonic screwdriver!

The Doctor was strolling around the neighborhood when Amelia had booted him out of the house when he had started going stir-crazy. She had refused him access to the TARDIS, because and I quote, "You'll go gallivanting off to the stars and not come back for a year! And then you'll feel guilty about it and I'll have to cheer you up!"

So, now his feeling of guilt about the five minutes-twelve years thing had been brought to the front of his mind. Wonderful. Of course, there was no way today could get any worse unless aliens came to destroy Leadworth and he half wished they would.

Of course, he was wrong, his day could get worse and not have any perks to it, particularly Wilf and Donna meeting him on the road.

"Oi! Doctor Smith! Or Pond!"

The Doctor froze. Donna. Now he was in trouble. Should he run away? He probably should.

"Doctor Smith!"

That was Wilf, what did Wilf need? The Doctor turned on his heel and waved awkwardly.

"Hi..."

Donna was about five feet from him in all her ginger glory. What would normal people say? Sorry? Probably.

"Sorry for running into you one day, eleven hours, 9 minutes and a lot of seconds that I won't go into, ago." Oops. Probably not like that.

Donna blinked and then said, "46 seconds and counting, Spaceman."

The Doctor froze as Donna continued, "How did you know all that?"

"H- how did you know the exact number of seconds?"

"Seconds? I never said anything about seconds."

Wilf looked sideways at her.

"You said 46 seconds."

"No-"

"Oh! Yes, you didn't, silly Doctor me- Smith! Silly Doctor Smith always confusing things."

Donna frowned between the two of them. DoctorDonna had said those 46 seconds. Better pretend it never happened or else DoctorDonna would surface.

"How did you know all that?"

"I, um, am very good at keeping time in my head. And I uh..."

Shoving his hand into his pocket he produced a watch.

"Have a watch!" He said triumphantly.

Thank goodness he had recently used the watch or else he'd have to dig through his pockets and that would have been exhausting.

"Well, isn't that wizard."

"Sorry?"

"For a second, I thought you could- could? I've forgotten something."

Her expression was sorrowful and her face fell. If any stranger had passed by, they would have thought Donna had lost something or someone very very dear to her.

The Doctor hissed to Wilf, "Distract her! I've got to go! Or it will start! Wilf!"

Wilf shrugged helplessly in confusion. The Doctor glared at Wilf in disbelief and finally it dawned on Wilf and Wilf pretended to fall.

"Grandfather!" Donna shouted, starting out of her reverie.

The Doctor stepped forward when she said that in response and then froze. For a second he had heard Susan instead of Donna, but his mind quickly reminded him that he did not go by grandfather anymore... Nor was he one.

"Grandfather? Are you okay?"

"Just my leg, help me up, just a cramp dear."

The Doctor sighed in relief and fled. When Donna looked up, the mysterious Doctor Smith was gone.

DWDWDWDWDWDWDW

The Doctor had locked the doors to his TARDIS and leaned against them breathing heavily. He had run all the way back to the Pond's house. He needed to get out of here, she would be back and he knew she would die if he even got near her.

Turning to the TARDIS he clicked and spun, pulled and pushed. After cranking a wheel and with the flick of a switch the TARDIS wheezed away. Amy who was gazing at the wheezing TARDIS through the window, watched him go with forlorn eyes.

Rory rested his head on her shoulder.

"Don't worry. He'll be back before you can say 'where's he got to now?'"

Amy frowned.

"Where's he got to now?"

A/N: That ended up more depressing than I planned out. Ah, well.