Chapter 7- Ten
"Come on!" Twelve shouted at the console. "Give me Thalia! Thalia! My sister! Not the Master!"
The screen came on to her TARDIS again. No one was there... Oh, but Jack.
"Harkness!"
Jack turned. "Oh, hey, Doctor. Good you're here; I had to tell you something... Your sister."
"What about her?"
"She's really... Attractive."
"That's easy for you. A pile of shite is probably attractive to you."
"... Anyway, we're good friends."
"So you're dating my sister now."
"Yeah, but..."
"Well, isn't that class."
... Wait, I realized what was going on. My brilliant sister was dating... Jack! What the bloody hell, Thalia? There's nothing to see in him... Well, he won't die on you, that's for sure.
Someone started running in loudly. "Doctor!" Donna screamed.
"Oh, it's you again," he winced.
"Doctor, please save her!" Her face was as worried as ever.
"Who's her? Thalia better not be dead. I still owe her since... Well, since I was young."
"No, Thalia's trying to get the Master. He's possessed your wife!"
He looked confused. "Which one?"
"Her name's Donna; believe me, Spaceman, it's not me. I-"
"Do you happen to have a sonic screwdriver with you?" She took it out. "Good, now pull it... Good, Donna. You're doing better than I thought you would."
"I still have your Time Lord brain, Spaceman. And see? I'm alive!"
"Don't pull the guilt trap on me, Earthgirl. Now, point the sonic at me... And you see that thing at the top? When I tell you to, press it, turn around, and press it again. So... Now!"
He wasn't there anymore. "He's... With her?" Eleven asked.
"Guess so," I sat up on the console and watched the monitor.
"... Now point it at us, and..." Zzzzzz... We all looked. He and Jack weren't there. Only a worried Donna.
"Hello!" I grinned.
She didn't look at me. She was still shivering, scared for that other Donna.
"Donna?"
And still nothing.
"Hi, Donna, I'm he-"
"Say another word and I'll bring myself in there to kill you."
Well, that's nice. I was about to say sorry, then I figured out it wouldn't be a good idea.
An image of Twelve flickered on and off in Eight's TARDIS. He and Donna spoke a few words, but I didn't pay attention to what they were.
He was back with us. A huge smile was glued to his face. "I just love it when you're able to save people's lives once in a while, don't you?"
"You saved your wife?" Eight asked.
"Well, we're not married. But I married a ton of Donnas. Right, Fivey?"
We all looked at Five, who clenched his fists. Why was Twelve...? Oh, right. Those Donnas... Don't ask. Don't ask the TARDIS, either. She'll give you a huge story that you really will wish you didn't hear.
"Did you ask about the frost?" He changed the topic.
"Oh, right. That... Eh, we'll ask tomorrow. I think we bothered them enough, y'know?"
