A/N I don't own Doctor Who or any of these characters that I'm playing with. This is just a little something I wrote last year when Donna ceased to exist as we all know her. I haven't updated it to reflect the Christmas or Easter specials because I liked it too much as is.

"We could try hypnosis," Mickey spoke up from his laptop in the back seat, "We could implant memories for that missing two years."

"I'll keep it on the short list." Martha barely seemed to acknowledge him. She was frantically searching for a solution that would take the Time Lord consciousness out of Donna. She had to find a way to split them biologically. It wasn't possible.

Jack was silent. Ianto wasn't even making his usual pithy comments. They were only half and hour into the drive. Mickey was desperate to do something to help, bless him. He just knew nothing medical. Mickey was a computers and weapons kind of guy. Martha found herself wishing that Gwen was in the car with them. Gwen was a comfort, and Martha needed it right now. She was frantic and on the verge of tears.

'Oh Donna' she thought, 'you saved us all and I don't think that I can return the favor.' Gwen would have something comforting to say, she often came up with solutions without knowing it. Gwen would have made a great companion for The Doctor, she thought outside of the box. But Gwen had a "sprained ankle", when in all actuality Martha knew that Gwen was pregnant and that it wasn't the ankle that slowed her down but pregnancy. She had just made up the bit about the ankle for Jacks sake since Gwen didn't want to tell the guys yet. She was about five months along and so far they had just camouflaged it as her gaining a bit of weight. Truthfully Jack probably knew.

'Donna…. What can I do for you…' she started sifting back though all of Torchwoods medical files. She would go through the ones from UNIT again as well but Donna was truly something different. There were no references for Human Biological Metacrisis.

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Donna reported to work on time, she was competent and well groomed unlike most of the temps that came through the office but Linda James was still a bit annoyed by her. The woman was loud and obnoxious and knew "everything". Linda found her attitude totally inappropriate so much so that she was thinking that typing 100 words per minute wasn't worth dealing with her. However, the home office in America liked her. But THEY didn't have to deal with her on a daily basis. She on the other hand had an office to run. Linda would dutifully extend the job offer though. Her only hope was that Donna would decline.

There would be no such luck.

"Really? Permanently? Wizard!" Donna bounced, "I'll take it!"

"Good" not good Linda tried to seem pleased, "I'll need you to report for training on Monday"

"Oi! Training! What do I need training for? All I do is type and take messages!"

"Listen, we're a non profit organization and we need to ensure that you are familiar with our purpose and goals and what they entail." Maybe Dona would back out, "It's just a day of watching videos and then we'll discuss them."

"Alright then, I'll see you Monday morning, for training." Donna did that bobbing thing again.

"Oh, Donna, before you go, how do you feel about travel? A lot of our representative like to take a secretary with them when hey travel to handle paperwork and the like. It's never anyplace grand, always someplace like rural India, or some war zone in a third world country."

"Brilliant! I get to travel too! This is the best job ever!" Donna bounced out of the office.