The Doctor watched as Natasha's eyes widened in horror. Those poor children being trained, literary worked to death. He couldn't do anything to stop it. The one remaining girl from the Black Widow program had to be Natasha, otherwise a whole series of events would be ruined, she didn't understand how much she's done that has affected everything else, mostly for the better. Unrelated things swirled through his head as he tried to find the information he was searching for. Natalia Romanova had been the name given to her before her mother had tossed her out the window to a man (Ivan, perhaps?) who they believed would keep her safe. Natasha was a smart child, which helped her before they had even started training.

The Doctor made a mental note to take Natasha back in case she wanted to get a glimpse of her family. He already knew she would decline. Always keep moving forwards, was a good motto.

"Natasha," the Doctor said slowly. Her expression of horror changed into a blank mask as she remembered he was there. "Let's move on." He grabbed Natasha's hand and began running again.

This time was different. There was a woman yelling into her phone.

"Well I don't care!" She shouted. "Shut up, Carly!" Despite the force she used the Doctor could tell she was joking. It still made him sad to see Donna standing there, even if this was just a fake. She had forgotten all of their travels, at least his other companions got to keep their memories.

Fake Donna glanced up at them. "Oi! Why are you standin' there gaping at me?" She demanded harshly. Then she managed to recognize him. Even though he had regenerated.

"Why did you leave me, Doctor?" Her voice grew soft. The Doctor turned away only to run into Amy.

"Did you really believe the author's note that I was okay?" Amy asked quietly, tears glistening in her eyes. "Oh, Doctor." Her head shook. She reached out for him slowly and the Doctor spun away, clinging to Natasha.

"So you found another companion?" Martha asked, appearing in front of him. The Doctor spun around again, guilt making his chest feel like it was going to cave in.

Natasha stayed close to the Doctor as other faces he recognized began to appear. Then one he didn't know.

He paused, staring at the dark-haired girl in a blue dress.

"Figure this out, you clever boy." She gave him a little smile. "Run!" The Doctor and Natasha were off again.

It was when they were in a blank white area that the Doctor realized it was Oswin from the Dalek asylum called the Alaska.

Natasha didn't question the amount of companions from earlier, the Doctor couldn't tell if he enjoyed that she asked no questions or found her silence strange.

"Natasha," The Doctor whispered, staring off into the empty whiteness that wrapped around them, realizing what Oswin meant. "Think of something happy."

Okay so yeah sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm trying, I promise. I've written a bunch of versions of this chapter and so far this is what I've come up with since I rlly wanted to update tonight, so yeah sorry it's short.

Any ways on how I can improve this story?

~Kat