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Remembering

Chapter 10

Martha Jones frowned slightly, leaning right forward, "So, what did you say?"

"What could I say?"

"The truth, Jack!"

"Well, of course I didn't tell her the truth," Jack snapped, leaning back and folding his arms, "She's been through enough,"

"I agree," Gwen said, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder, "You did the right thing,"

"I agree too," Ianto suddenly butted in from the corner he'd been sulking in, "We're not getting through to her; let her go home."

"What?!!"

"Well, what else can we do?" Ianto exclaimed, "Maybe the Doctor did this himself – maybe he got tired of her, like he did Martha and you,"

Martha's mouth fell open, stung. Jack spun round to stare at his lover, mortified by the sudden spite. Even Gwen seemed stunned into silence.

The hub was in an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

Broken by a shrill scream.


Donna was walking through the inner corridors of the Torchwood base, exploring. She'd always had thing for wandering off the beaten track, ever since she was a little girl and wanted to see the dungeons in castles rather than the ornate dining rooms. Her father always loved this, and was often sneaking around with her, laughing it off when Sylvia found them.

She peered inside one door, and her eyebrows rose sharply to see it filled with shelves, all containing weapons. Guns, knives, grenades (what would a special ops force need grenades for??), air rifles and stun guns. Donna emitted a low whistle and gently closed the door, scowling.

Something about guns made her…uneasy, to say the least.

She paused at the ending of the corridor, having found the entrance to the cells. Hesitating momentarily, she stepped in, walking slowly towards the first cell.

A Weevil leapt at the door, but not even the resounding thud of its body against plastic made her jump. She stood stock still, arms folded as it prowled close to the floor, hissing. A small smile quirked at her lips; she was getting used to this.

She suddenly heard a sound, and her head snapped up to look at the door. The sound continued, almost like…

Footsteps.

"…Jack?" she called hesitantly, moving towards the doorway. Okay, maybe she wasn't used to it just yet.

The sound stopped.

"Are you trying to scare me?" she laughed, and peered out the door.

The corridor was empty. No-one in sight.

Donna frowned and walked back in, sitting down on a chair propped up in between the cells.

And she listened.

She listened inside her own head, probably for the first time in months. And she heard it again, but louder; not footsteps, but a tune. A song. A song that almost made Donna cry, it was filled with such freedom and hope.

Now I'm hearing things, she though humourlessly, rubbing at her eyes to clear her suddenly-misty vision, How ood.

Ood?

Another low growl distracted her, and she turned to look at the Weevil, only to see it had changed; it's head was more oval and smooth, its black eyes ruby-red, and instead of a mouth and fangs, there were long pink strands of flesh, like spaghetti.

Donna leapt to her feet, backing away to the opposite cell, Oh my…

It lifted its hand, which clutched a opaque ball, and suddenly it lit up, and it spoke.

"DoctorDonnaaaa…"

A shrill scream had torn its way out of her mouth before she knew it, and she covered her face with her hands as her world started spinning, her head pounding, her heart thudding so hard against her rips she was sure it'd break them.

Her heart…

Suddenly, two strong arms were wrapping around her, a soft voice in her ear, and for one moment, she remembered.

"Jack, Jack, Jack!" she breathed, surprised even herself by her raspy voice.

"Donna, I've got you," he answered, "Are you okay?"

"The Doctor!"

Jack stiffened and then pulled away, moving her hands gently away from her face. He swam in her vision for a moment before it finally cleared.

"The Doctor?" Jack said hesitantly.

"Gallifrey, man from Gallifrey," Donna said, blinking rapidly, "Time Lord, two hearts, grrrrreat hair, skinny!"

"Yes, that's him!" Jack exclaimed, elated.

"Ood!" Donna cried.

"…what?"

"The Ood, the Ood, the Ood, the DoctorDonna, half me, half him…"

"The DoctorDonna," Jack breathed, stunned she remembered all this, "Okay, what else, Donna? Do you remember what else happened? Where is the Doctor?"

"No…" Donna whispered, and she put a hand to her head, "Its going…its slipping away from me, Jack. I'm not supposed to know, not yet…"

Donna felt the skin under her hand was boiling, and she shook her head, "I'm…hot. My skin. Not the time…"

She abruptly stopped and squeezed her eyes shut, Jack still hanging on to her. Her knees gave way and she lost her balance, falling into him, but she remained conscious.

"Donna, do you remember what you were saying?" Jack asked gingerly.

"I was babbling," Donna muttered, shaking her head, "And I was…seeing things. Hearing things. That bloody Weevil completely changed…!"

"It's okay," Jack beamed, "If you've forgotten and all that; it's fine. Cos you remembered! You knew who you were!"

"...I did?"

"You did! I feel it, we're one step closer!" Jack laughed, ecstatic, "Oh, Donna Noble, you are brilliant!"

Donna smiled proudly and was about to respond when Jack cut her off, winding his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and pressing his lips to hers.


Hmm, I'm a bit of a cliff-hanger whore aren't I…? :3

Well, please review! We've got to the bit I've been waiting for…the Jack/Donna kiss! *hi-5*

Can we get to 100? *hopeful*

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