why are you looking at me like that - donna
Donna squirmed under his gaze, under his smile, under his sheen of pride. She hadn't done anything, hadn't fixed anything, hadn't saved the day. And yet - he was looking at her as if she'd done something important.
She hadn't. She never had. "What?" She asked him, demanded him. The Doctor raised an eyebrow, amused.
"You saved the day today, Donna." For a second, she almost told him he was wrong. That she hadn't helped, not really, that it was luck, that anyone could have done it. But she was learning that he actually cared, that he wanted her to know he was proud of her. She was learning not to hold her tongue and keep her head down like Shawn had wanted her to. She was learning that she was worth it, or at least that he thought so. So instead of telling him she hadn't done anything at all, she nodded, and smiled.
"Yes," she said, rolling the word around on her tongue, seeing how it felt, "yes I did."