A/N: Hello boys and girls and neither and both. So, about what I said about this chapter being confusing before... I guess it's a little bit weird, but it's the next one where things really starts to happen, where this shit is going down. Actually, I've got a few really weird chapters coming up, when things finally starts to get sort of explained.

But we're not there yet, or, well, we will be very soon considering I'm leaving for Italy tomorrow and will be gone ten days (without internet-access may be added), so I thought I'd post the other one later today.

Ba-bye for now.

- Chapter eleven -
The Noble way

"He-hey", Mickey laughed and put his hand over hers. "Maybe you should take it a little easy?"

Rose glared at him and then nodded against the bartender, gesturing him to refill her drink. As the liquid once again covered the bottom of her glass, she picked it up with a sweeping gesture and drank it all in one gulp.

Urgh. She didn't like the drink, but right now she needed something strong; back home she'd realized something that made her shiver. Not only had she been sent back in time or whatever was going on, her entire life had been rewritten from this point in life, meaning that she was really nineteen. She was nineteen bloody years old.

Before, she'd had too much on her mind to even see herself clear in the mirror, but now she could see it. She looked so much younger, so much more innocent than she was used to – but it wasn't just the looks, no; the seven years she'd spent growing up in the parallel world was gone. Well, the memories of it was technically still in her mind, but the way she acted didn't cope with what she'd gotten used to.

Everyday, she had fights with her mum – about the most silliest things! She just fought back because she wanted to provoke Jackie, or just show that she was more powerful than the other blonde thought. It didn't really seem sane when she tried to describe it with words, but that was the case. Her nineteen year old self, the teenager who constantly wanted to make a own name, go all rebellious on her mum and had overspeeded hormones who made her cry rivers and feel useless all the time, was suddenly her present again. And oh dear lord, how she hated it.

She tried to act like the grown up she actually was, but it was like somewhere deep in her mind her teenager self fought against that. Her body – this body and brain – was still left in 2005 and behaved like that.

With a moan, she rubbed her temples as she realized that nothing of this made sense. Why couldn't it just go back to normal? Even the parallel world was to prefer compared to this.

"Honestly, babe", Mickey said and blinking, she snapped out her confused thoughts. "What's been going on with you lately? It's like your in another world."

"Oh, I wish", Rose said under breath, too low for him to hear. Taking a deep sigh, she spoke louder. "It's nothing, Mickey. Just a lot going on."

"Just don't tell me it has with that dream to do", Mickey started with a laugh, but went quiet as he saw the look on her face. "Oh, come on, Rose. We all have dreams that seems real sometimes, nothing to get all freaked out about."

She stared down at her empty glass and clenched her teeth. It's not worth it, it's not worth it.

"Just go and dance, or something, would ya'?" She hissed and she didn't have to meet his eyes to know what look he'd give her. Sputtering something unrecognizable he rose from the chair and left her alone. Just the way she liked it. Yes. Right. Exactly. She wanted to be alone.

Oh darn. Guilt crossed her conscience but when she looked up to find him, he was nowhere to be seen. Feeling very not-by-choice-alone she dropped back onto her chair, not even having to look at the bartender to make him refill her drink. Again.

An hour or so passed, she wasn't really sure. What she was sure on though, was that the number of drinks she'd had was waaaay to many. But instead of taking her mind of her problems for a night, they just made it worse. Alcohol and nervous hormones wasn't a good idea when mixed. Top a disappearing life over that as well, and you probably had the baddest combination like ever.

With her head in her hands she went through it all again. Martha, the only one Rose knew had known the Doctor, was a medical student who technically hadn't even met him yet. Torchwood didn't exist and her dad was dead.

But... Wait. She could have sworn that there was someone else that had been traveling with the Doctor. Hadn't it? Somewhere, back in her mind she... No. Martha Jones was the one and only. Not even–

Wait. There were someone else. Donna. Donna Noble!

The thought exploded in her mind and almost seemed to unlock a leash of memories. Donna, being trapped in the TARDIS. Donna, saving them from Davros. Donna, running around the console. Donna, standing beside the Doctor as he said his final goodbye. But wait, there was more. Donna, standing in a circle of mirrors and...and...something connected to the TARDIS. Something had gone wrong. Around them, people who was working at–

It felt like being strucked by lightning, followed by an extreme headache. She pressed her hands against her forehead and squeeized her eyes shut. Then it was gone. She didn't understand where it had came from, or what it was, but it was gone now.

Suddenly, she felt a lot calmer – although... It actually felt like if she'd forgotten something. What had she been thinking about again? Oh, that's right; Donna. She'd actually tried to reach the read head multiple times since... um. Yeah. Anyway, she hadn't been home or answered her phone once. It all was pretty weird, considering what she'd heard about the chatty woman.

With a sigh she bowed her head. Wherever Donna was, she hoped she'd be home soon. She really needed to talk to another of the Doctor's companions, especially since the other two...wait...the other one had been a huge disappointment.

"Well, who the hell do she think she is?" A woman voice called out louder than necessary. "Coming and complaining about my relationship, when that old spider is as far away from one as you could possibly be!"

That voice...

Rose widened her eyes and spun around, just to find a blonde woman walking out of the bar together with Donna Noble, the one and only. She didn't even dare to believe in her own luck.

Gasping, she grabbed her coat and ignored Mickey's shouts from somewhere far away; all she had eyes for was Donna. She ran out of the bar and searched almost panically for the two women. Then she saw them a little bit up the street, saying goodbye to each other.

She started to run as she saw the blonde jump into a cab, while Donna looked around in search for a new one. A new cab came around the corner and with a small shout, she started to run after it, crossing the road without really looking.

But Rose saw.

Still running, she saw how a truck came from the opposite direction. The driver was too slow and the truck too big. Rose screamed Donnas name, made the woman turn around and meet her eyes. Something that looked like recognizition crossed them and she opened her mouth, looking surpsried but was about to say something. But Rose never got to know what she was about to say, because the next moment the truck hit Donna from the side and a terrible scream that made Rose's eyes tear up escaped the woman's lips – then everything went silent. The world seemed to stop as Donnas scream died out.

Rose didn't think about it twice; forcing all the cars to stop, she ran out in the road, hoping to reach Donna before it was too late. Panting, she dropped down on her knees and put an arm under the other womans head, gently brushing her cheek to make her wake up. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay", Rose whispered with a soothing tone. "Just relax and it's gonna be okay." It had to be. She couldn't loose Donna. Even though the terribly selfish thoughts of what would happen if she never found out if Donna could remember the Doctor or not was ghosting in the back of her mind, she choose not to listen to them. Right now, the most important thing was to make sure that Donna lived.

Beside her, someone called for an ambulance. The driver clutched his head and stumbled excuses, while others tried to calm both him and Donna. Rose didn't listen to any of them, all she could focus on was the woman in her arms. She couldn't be the second person to die there, to die because of a stupid car.

Donna opened her mouth and tried to say something, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes rolled back, but with a twitch she came back again. She was shivering and could barely breathe, and Rose was very aware of the pile of blood that started to spread under her.

"I–", Donna breathed, but then twitched again and made a grimace.

"Schh", Rose calmed her and continued to brush her cheek and hair, hoping that it would give at least some comfort. She was there for her. "You don't have to speak. The ambulance will be here soon."

Donnas eyes filled with tears and she tried to shake her head, but wasn't able to move that much. "I can't go to the hospital", she whispered, and almost seemed to panic. "I'm getting married tomorrow. I cant–", she had to interrupt herself by crying out in agony. "I'm...getting...married." She breathed heavily now and Rose understood that it wasn't long until she didn't breathe at all.

"You'll be fine", she lied, because that was all she could say. Lies. Comforting but stupid, stupid lies.

"I cant– She won't let me–", Donna tried to take anoter breath, but almost ended up choking. "I can't. I'm sorry. I–", she twitched again and then relaxed. Well, not only relaxed, her entire body went numb. A quiet moan could be heard, then Rose closed her eyes, trying to hold back the burning tears, because she knew that Donna Noble would never make a sound again.