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.
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"We're almost there." Ianto turned his head slightly over his shoulder. The four of them looked pathetic, himself included. It seemed like there was nothing they could do. Jack had resigned himself to being totally useless in this case. Martha and Mickey had abandoned their computers and were both staring out the windows. Ianto was pretty sure that Martha was crying, and Martha didn't cry often. He was about to turn down Donna's street.
"Are we still going?" Ianto hesitated. 'I need to know before I make this turn."
"We could say goodbye." Mickey volunteered.
"We should say goodbye." Martha agreed wiping the tear smudges off of her face.
"Let's go then." Jack looked defeated. He was fairly certain that he couldn't Ret-Con Donna and that if he did it wouldn't be productive. What would one more day get them? One day wouldn't be enough time to save her.
The street was dead quiet, it was the wee hours of the morning even though Ianto had made record time from Cardiff to Chiswick, right at two hours. They solemnly got out of the van and Martha noticed her mum's car. This was going to be harder now. It was always harder with her involved.
Ianto stopped short of the door, "Do you think you should call him?"
"Not until it's over," whispered Martha.
Ianto opened the door. Donna was rocking in the floor with Sylvia and Francine on either side. They all came in and crouched down next to her.
"Mymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymymy…." Donna was deteriorating quickly.
"How long?" asked Martha
"She's been on this word for a little while, she was babbling something about 'Ewd'," Francine whispered.
"The Ood, they're a slave race." Jack said. Donna pointed at him like they were playing charades and he got the right word.
"SONG, mysong mysong, mysong, mysong, mysong…"
Jack reached for the pills, and for a second Donna snapped into consciousness grabbing his had before he could get one out.
"My song is ending." she had to strain to get the sentence out and she started glowing a bit. "Don't. Know. What. Will. Happen. Best. Not. To. Touch." Donna was surprisingly strong as she pushed everyone away. "Goodbye. Gorgeous." She said to Jack as she pushed him away and flashed gold all over but her light dimmed down more quickly than The Doctor's had when he regenerated. She was on the carpet, crumpled in an odd shaped heap.
The Jones women were holding each other sobbing. Mickey and Ianto caught Sylvia before she fell and eased her to the floor. She was now clinging to Mickey who wrapped his arms around her. Jack was only inches from Donna as he had to be pushed away twice. He reached out and cradled her, and closed her eyes. Donna Noble the temp from Chiswick who was the most important woman in the universe had died. It was times like these that being immortal really was unfair.
"The defibrillator." Mickey said as he looked up.
"Defibrillator?" Ianto stared at him.
"A shock!" said Martha and she pulled it out of her med kit. Jack laid Donna down and pulled up her shirt while Martha attached the leads.
"What exactly is this going to do, again?" asked Jack stepping back.
"I don't know but it's worth a shot." Martha stepped back, took a breath and pressed the button. Gold light shot out of Donna from everywhere. Jack covered his eyes with his sleeve, Martha held up her free hand, Mickey, Ianto and Sylvia buried their heads into each other. Francine ducked behind the chair. There was a roaring noise and suddenly the light stopped.
"Is she alive?" Jack knelt down.
"I still can't feel a pulse." Martha shook her head, fingers still on Donna's neck. She pulled out her stethoscope and listened, "nothing, she really is gone."
It was noon before Martha could bring herself to make the call. They had all slept huddled up in Sylvia's living room with Donna's body, just in case. But she never did wake up. Martha climbed up the hill for some privacy and dialed the phone with shaking hands.
"Martha Jones" cracked the reply.
"She's gone Doctor, Donna's gone" She barely got that sentence out.
"I know, I could feel it from across the Universe" there were tears in his voice.
"We're giving her a funeral, we would like you to be there." She could hear the TARDIS behind her before she got a reply.
"I will be" came his voice from the door of the TARDIS, tears rolling down his cheeks. When he stepped out, Martha noticed a man in a jumper and jeans behind him.
"New companion?" she asked
"Oh, yeah this is Marcus, found him on the other side of the universe. Apparently he fell though the rift a few years ago. Marcus, this is Martha Jones." They shook hands. "Let's head down the hill, shall we? Sylvia is probably going to need someone to yell at, and chances are, it's me." Martha took his arm and they climbed back down to the house with Marcus a few steps behind.
