Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who. Thanks for the reads and reviews, I really appreciate them. have I said hi to the lurkers lately? Hello. Remember how I said to disregard a lot of Human Nature's time line? Yeah, keep doing that. Anyway, thanks and happy reading!

Donna the housemaid. Rose had to see that. All this time travelling with her and she was finally in her place, wasn't she?

So, Rose went through the wardrobe and found an outfit appropriate for 1913. She put on a hat with a veil just in case those creatures or whatever seeing her face was actually a thing, though how they could find them here in the middle of nowhere was a mystery to her.

She went out and found her way to the school. She quickly found that there was no Donna Noble employed as a housemaid. She tried describing her and the maid she talked to thought Rose might have been talking about that Mrs. Smith who lived at another one of the houses.

Rose was livid. She started back for the TARDIS where she happened upon "Mrs. Smith."

And the Doctor.

Having a picnic lunch.

He was reading poetry to her.

Rose hurried back to the TARDIS and decided that all she could either sit in the TARDIS and do nothing or she could go for a visit.

A While Before on the TARDIS...

The Doctor was on top of Donna now, they were laying on the sofa. Donna had no idea how long they had been there since the Doctor first kissed her that evening.

She was still only half believing this was happening. She was starting to think the night of Lazarus' party might have been a fluke. It felt amazing, though and she was finally getting her hands on that cute bum she had noticed quite a while back.

The Doctor suddenly broke off the kiss. "I'm sorry."

"For what?," asked Donna.

"I've thrown myself at you. I don't want you because of some sense of obligatiion or pity."

"Doctor," said Donna.

"Yes?"

"Are my hands on your bum?"

"Uh, yes, actually."

"And did you just unhook my bra?"

"Yes..." he said sheepishly.

"Then let's not over think this and let's definitely not stop."

"Right," said the Doctor, putting his mouth over hers.

Donna had made it through another week and yet another church service. After the complete and utter boredom that accompanied her first church service, she had tried feigning illness for the second one. That was the one thing about 1913. It was blatantly anti-feminist and patronizing, but Donna found that if she made the slightest complaint of any ailment, the world stopped turning and the Doctor sought to accommodate her in any way possible. The downfall was that her absence at the second church service was met with catty remarks feigning concern from the other wives at the school. God, Donna could not wait for the three months to be up and then she could give them all a piece of her mind. Especially that bloody headmaster. He was the worst offender.

She had managed to make it through without falling asleep. It was hard, but she found herself preoccupied with the conversation that she and the Doctor would have to have when she opened that fob watch. It was going to be a doozy.

"Darling?"

Donna snapped back into consciousness. The church was emptying out. She was the only one still sitting in the pew.

"Oh, right. Sorry," said Donna, getting up.

They walked outside where the vicar was talking to the parishioners. Donna stood there, gritting through her teeth as the clergyman increasingly reminded her of Mr. Collins from Pride and Prejudice. They started the walk back to the school. They began their idle chat about the sermon, about the weather, about the dance in the village the next day.

"Mrs. Smith!" Jenny was rushing towards them as they neared the house.

"Jenny, what's the matter?," asked Donna.

"You have company," said Jenny. She leaned in. "Mrs. Bates is very upset about it."

"What company?," the Doctor asked, looking at Donna.

"I don't know," said Donna.

They hurried back in the house and back upstairs to where the "guest" was waiting.

The blonde guest.

"Rose?," asked the Doctor looking completely flummoxed. He turned to Donna. "Why didn't you say Rose was visiting?"

"I didn't know," said Donna. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I thought I'd look in on you," said Rose.

"You came from London unannounced?," asked the Doctor. He looked at Donna. The irritation was growing more evident. "I cannot believe your mother permitted this."

"Right," said Donna. "Rose, maybe you ought to just get back on the train. To London."

"I just got here," said Rose.

The Doctor grimaced and turned to speak to Donna in a low voice. "Imagine how it might look if we immediately turned away your sister and what sort of talk that might unleash."

Donna was agog. "No, she really, really needs to go back to London. Like right now."

"I'm staying," said Rose.

"You will stay until the end of the week," said the Doctor.

There was a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

"Master Smith?" The door opened. It was Jenkins. "Might I speak to you in private, sir?"

"Of course, Jenkins." He turned to the ladies. "Please excuse me."

The Doctor and Jenkins left. Donna turned to Rose.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?," Donna hissed, not wanting the Doctor to overhear.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? You said you were the house maid? I came to check on you-"

"You mean to make fun of me."

Rose ignored her. "And they tell me, no, there's no Donna Noble, but there is a Donna Smith, wife of the history master. Do you think you ought to be playing house with him?"

"Look, I didn't ask to be his wife, he decided," said Donna.

"Yes, but what exactly have you been doing while he thinks you're his wife?," Rose asked, her meaning quite clear.

"That is none of your bloody business," said Donna.

"Oh, my God, you haven't," said Rose. "That's not right! He doesn't know who he is, he doesn't know you're just some sad old cow living out some stupid domestic fantasy."

"Guess what? The Doctor didn't think I was some sad, old cow."

"What's that supposed to mean?," asked Rose.

"Oh, get a clue!," said Donna. "You need to get back to the TARDIS now."

"The Doctor just said I could stay."

"Well, John doesn't know he's being hunted by weird aliens that can smell him!"

"Oh, please, they're not coming. If they were gonna find us, they would have done it by now."

"Rose, I know it's been hard staying locked up. I get that, I really do, but you have got to go back to the TARDIS."

"Make me," said Rose.

The Doctor came back in. He looked anxiously between the women. "Have I missed something?"

"Darling," said Donna, plastering a smile on her face, "Rose really ought to return to London."

A bell rang.

"Oh, luncheon," said the Doctor. "Ladies?"

Donna grimaced as they walked to the dining room.

Damned if John Smith wasn't as much of a pushover as the Doctor.

That evening the Doctor or John Smith as he thought he was, left his room and ventured across the hallway to his wife's room.

"Doctor?"

He looked down the hallway in confusion. Rose was in the hallway.

"Are you feeling ill, Rose?"

"No, sorry, I meant John." She looked anxiously at Donna's door. "Uh, what are you doing?"

The Doctor looked at Donna's door. He might have blushed, but it was difficult to tell in the near pitch black of the hallway.

"Rose, I do not understand what you are doing here. The... overtures you made to me on previous occasions were unwelcome. I do not think it benefits either of us to revisit them."

Rose shook her head. "What are you talking about?"

"I have tired of your feigned innocence, Rose. I am married to your sister. The only reason I have allowed you to stay is because I am still new here and cannot afford any of the gossip that would accompany your departure."

Rose had a thought and that thought blew her mind.

"Oh, my God!," said Rose. She blew in past the befuddled Doctor and slammed the door to Donna's bedroom in his face.

Donna looked up from her book, startled.

"You've been shagging the Doctor!"

Donna shook her head. "What?"

"That's why you lied about being the housemaid. You knew I'd try to stop you."

"Keep your voice down!," Donna hissed, getting off the bed. "Honestly, what have you thought was going on between us?"

"He doesn't even know who he really is!"

"Again, quiet!," Donna hissed. "I meant before we got here. Don't tell me you're completely blind."

Rose shook her head. "No. He's mine!"

Donna slapped Rose across the face. Rose looked up at her in shock.

"You bitch," said Rose.

"I told you to lower your voice." She paused. "The Doctor is not 'yours.' He's not a possession, he's not your alien who just travels around in time and space for your amusement and furthermore, don't you think if he really wanted to be yours, he would be?"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"He feels too guilty over what happened to your mum to tell you himself and he's a bloody pushover. I told him to dump you before you went psycho, but here we are." Donna threw her hands up. "Consider yourself told."

"You're lying. The Doctor would never do that."

"Yes, that's my point as well."

"When he's back, when the proper Doctor's back," said Rose, "you are gone."

"Then I'll be gone, won't I?," asked Donna.

Rose stormed out. Donna marched back to her bed. She pulled the covers over herself and steamed a few moments before hearing the Doctor's timid knock.

"Donna?," he asked softly. "May I come in?"

Donna rolled her eyes at another gesture of Edwardian courtliness. "Yes."

The Doctor entered. She saw he was carrying his journal.

"Was Rose very upset?," he asked, his voice practically squeaking.

Donna took a chance. "You know Rose."

The Doctor came and sat in the bed. "I do not understand why she insists on behaving as she does."

"Because she's a jealous brat," Donna said, not even thinking. "She thinks you bloody belong to her."

"I do not understand what could have given her that idea," said the Doctor.

"Never mind her." She looked at the bound leather object in the Doctor's hands. "Your journal?"

"Yes, I meant to show you some more this afternoon, but your sister arrived." He opened the pages. "I had another extraordinary dream. We were on the Planet of the Hats."

"Oh?," asked Donna.

"Yes, and there were these headless people- I know it must sound mad."

"No, it doesn't sound mad."

"You must wonder what you have done to deserve such a lunatic husband," he said actually sounding melancholy.

"Darling?," asked Donna.

"I think you are not happy sometimes."

Donna shook her head. "Of course I'm happy. I mean, I don't care for some of the people here. Like the headmaster and the other wives and frankly, Baines could do with a good slap upside the head-"

"No, I think you would be happier with children."

Donna thought this bit was going to be so awkward when the Doctor came back to himself. "Let's not worry about that."

"Do you not want children?"

"Of course I'd love children," said Donna, wondering what the hell had made her blurt that out. "I don't want you to worry about that, though. Tell you what, give it six weeks and we'll talk about it then."

Just then, Donna spotted a bright light across the sky. The Doctor turned to look.

"What was that?," asked Donna.

"A falling star, commonly known as a meteorite, nothing but cinders now." He turned back. "Nothing to worry about."

Rose awoke with a start as she heard machine gun fire.

"Donna!"

She rushed into the sitting room to find Donna sitting placidly.

"What are you doing?!," asked Rose. "Don't you hear that?"

"Exercises," Donna said tartly. "They teach the boys how to fire machine guns and shoot things."

"What? Is the Doctor doing that?"

"If you think I haven't already tried, you'd be wrong," said Donna. "Welcome to 1913."

"So, you're just gonna let him?"

Donna put down her book and looked at Rose. "You need to go back to the TARDIS."

"What?"

"You clearly can't handle this," said Donna.

"I can handle this just fine," said Rose.

"It's been a day and you've thrown two hissy fits," said Donna. "Not to mention that you really, really ought to be back in there anyway since it's the one bloody thing the Doctor asked you to do."

"Well, I don't want to," said Rose.

"Then start playing by the rules!," said Donna. "I know this thing is stupid. I know this is wrong. I'm the one who's been suffocating in this bloody corset for six weeks! So smarten up."

Rose crossed her arms. "Fine."

"There's a dance in the village tonight," said Donna. "If you can behave, you can come."

"I can behave," Rose said sharply.

"Well, I'll believe it when I see it," said Donna. "Also, you can't walk into a room in front of me."

"What?!," asked Rose.

"It's a precedence thing," said Donna. "I'm the older sister and I go first. The Doctor already noticed, which means other people will."

"Fine," said Rose. "I'll be on my best behavior."