I'm so sorry this took so long! I ended up rushing it though a little so I hope it's not too... Rushed...
Anyway, enjoy!

I do not own Doctor Who or The Doctor, Donna, Harry and Grace.


Donna and Grace followed Harry wearily into his office and sat down on the chairs provided. It had been two weeks since The Incident, and the Doctor's rate of recovery had clearly shocked both Harry and Grace. They were having a conversation about it, which Donna was trying and failing to find interesting. Her mind was on other things, as usual. Like how he remembered the TARDIS, who wanted him dead, and why that man had solely targeted the Doctor. "Do you think he's going to regenerate again?" The question shook Donna out of her reverie and she found herself staring at Grace. "He's going to what?" Harry spoke before Grace could explain. "If he was going to, he would done so already,"
"He didn't regenerate until the night after I operated on him though," she countered. Harry stared down at some papers on his desk with a slightly confused expression. "Yes but… It's been weeks, surely he wouldn't-"
"He may not have because of his brain, his body wants to but his brain can't tell it to," she interrupted. "Can we stop talking about this?" The two Doctor's turned to Donna.

They both remained silent for a few second, and then Grace's expression softened. "Sure, it must be hard on you to hear us talking about him… You know, dying," she smiled. "How about we talk about how we met him instead?" Harry smiled wryly. "He crashed Donna's wedding apparently," Grace laughed. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, I thought martian boy had kidnapped me,"
"What happened?"
"One second I was walking down the aisle, next thing I'm in his spaceship out in space," she smiled at the memory. "I met the old boy just after he'd regenerated, he was mumbling about spinning mice or something along those lines,"
"Well, I met him after he'd been shot; he was brought into the emergency room and I had to operate on him. Of cause at the time I didn't know he was an alien with two hearts, and I killed him, basically," Donna tried not to laugh. "The next day I was told a body was stolen from the morgue, I didn't realize it was him when he met me in the elevator because he looked different; I thought he was some kind of madman – he followed me all the way back to my car, so I had no choice but to take him home with me," as Donna listened to this, she got a growing feeling of foreboding.

It was that feeling she used to get when she had to leave the Doctor for any period of time. She thought she'd gotten over it, but apparently not. She squirmed and tried to ignore it as Harry started talking about Sontaran's. "I'm sorry, I've got this really bad feeling about something, I'm going to go check on the Doctor," she hoped she didn't sound too rude, but she just couldn't disregard the horrible feeling. Harry and Grace followed her curiously down the corridors and gazed over her shoulders as she opened the door to the Doctor's ward. He wasn't there. The blanket was on the floor in a messy heap and it looked like the bed had been pushed to the side. Donna's blood went cold. "We have to find him!" She spun around and started sprinting back the way she'd come, Harry and Grace going in separate directions.

Surely he couldn't have gone far. He could still barely stand, little alone walk. She took the stairs two at a time and continued running. She was receiving weird stares from people and doctor's, but she ignored them, suddenly stopping and deciding it was best to tell someone. She went over to a group of three doctor's looking an x-ray of a broken leg. "Can you help me, please?" The two women and one man turned to her, most likely hearing the desperation in her voice. "What appears to be the problem?" One asked calmly. "My friend, he's gone missing, he's got serious brain damage and we've only recently taught him how to walk, he might be hurt or scared and alone and I don't know what to do!" They were suddenly all serious and business-like. "When did he go missing?"
"I don't know, we just went to his ward to find his bed empty only a few minutes ago,"
"What does he look like?"
"Tall-ish, messy brown hair, skinny as a rat; you'll know when it's him because he won't understand you," the man turned to the women. "Alert security," they nodded and hurried off. "Don't worry miss, we'll find him," he then headed off himself.

Harry and Grace entered the room – which turned out to be the waiting room – from two different doors. "Didn't find him," Grace said dejectedly, Harry just sighed and shook his head. "Well I talked to these doctor's and they're gonna alert security," Grace nodded. "Good, but let's keep looking, we might find him before they do," again, they headed off in different directions. Donna no longer ran, instead she walked slowly, keeping her eyes open for any sign of him. She checked every room she passed, explaining to anyone inside who reason for doing so. No one showed any hostility towards her after she reasoned with them, most wished her luck.

After a few minutes of searching she heard an announcement over the loudspeaker. "Attention all staff and security, be on the lookout for a patient in his late thirties, who has gone missing from his ward. If found, please take him to the waiting room," well at least now everyone in the whole hospital knew he was missing. He couldn't have just walked out; someone would have noticed, so he had to still be within the hospital. But he could be anywhere. Donna was really started to panic when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled around to see a girl about 17 with bright red hair and extravagant clothes. "Umm, are you looking for the missing boy?"
"Yes,"
"Well, I think I saw him earlier,"
"Really, where?"
"He was heading that way," the girl pointed towards a turn-off. "He looked confused, I was going to help but he'd gone by the time I turned back,"
"Thank you!"

Donna took off, running towards the door at the end of the corridor the girl had mentioned. She hoped she was right. What she found when she opened the door was not what she expected. It was a room with walls painted with bright colours, flowers and mushrooms and things. Toys – and toddlers and children playing with said toys – scattered the room. Two women were looking after them, and they looked up when she entered. Sitting against the wall at the far end of the room was the Doctor. Young children were around him and were waving his walking stick around. One of them was chewing on the TARDIS key and another was fiddling with a pair of 3D glasses. "Doctor!" She ran over to him and he looked up curiously. He grinned and shakily got to his feet. She hugged him and then once she released him she held his hand.

One of the women – a young blonde – was staring at them. "Is he the missing patient?"
"Yeah," the other girl – who looked a bit older – looked up. "We thought he was; he just walked in and sat down, he was actually looking kind of proud of himself,"
"Yeah, then we tried talking to him and he didn't respond, so we guessed he couldn't understand English and decided to just let him do what he wanted,"
"Thank you for taking care of him," they both smiled. "Don't mention it," the Doctor leaned on Donna's shoulder, gazing at her with big, woeful eyes. "Don't worry, I forgive you," she shook him off and he grinned, sitting back down again.

She took out her phone and dialed Harry's number. "Donna?" He sounded out of breath. "Don't worry, I found him,"
"Where?"
"I don't know, a very colourful room full of kids,"
"Ah, I'll be right there," he hung up and she debated over calling Grace, but guessed Harry would tell her. She sat down beside the Doctor and watched as he drew scribbles on a piece of paper with a blue pencil. "You shouldn't worry me like that," she scolded. He looked at her and then back down at the paper, uninterested. "Fine then, ignore me," she threw her hands in the air for emphasis and he smiled.

Grace and Harry entered not long after and were both clearly relieved to see their patient unharmed. They took him back to his ward and put him back in bed. He didn't seem happy about being bedridden again, but complied when they hooked him back up to the heart monitor. "He was meant to be going home with you today," Grace stated. "Maybe he should stay a bit longer," she was obviously concerned. "I don't know, I'd much prefer him wondering around Donna's house than the hospital," Harry argued. "How about he comes home with me for a few days and we see how he goes, if we have to we can take him back here again," Grace still looked uncertain. "You can have daily checkups on him or something," she nodded. "Alright, but let's wait until later, I think we've had enough excitement for a little while."

They had lunch taken to them so they didn't have to leave the Doctor. None of them wanted him unsupervised. He made a face at the food offered to him, but with gentle coaxing ended up eating it eventually. Afterwards, they discussed how they were going to get him back to Donna's, and how the other residents of the house would react. She assured them Wilf would be perfectly fine with living with the Doctor, and that she would convince her mother to let him eventually. Once they had left on their rounds, she took out her phone and called Wilf. "Hey, it's me,"
"Hello Donna, how are things?"
"Well, actually, the Doctor's gonna come home today, he's gonna have to live with us for a while,"
"Oh, that's fine,"
"What about mum, what's she gonna think?" There was a few seconds of silence. "I'll convince her to let him stay,"
"Thanks Wilf," the Doctor suddenly grabbed her phone and started waving it around.

"Oi!" She snatched it back. "Sorry about that, he stole the phone," Wilf laughed. "Tell him 'hi' for me,"
"Sure, see ya later yeah?"
"Yeah," she hung up and stared at the Doctor. He squirmed awkwardly under her unwavering gaze. She smiled, and he grinned. "We're going home mate."