DIsclaimer in ch. 1, Nothing but Belle belongs to me. And the plot. Ciao.

Belle stood at her window, looking down on her mum and da as they lay together. She noticed that Grandpa was watching them as well from his tool shed down the hall and Grandma had stopped washing the dishes in favor of merely standing and watching them. When Belle glanced down at her, she realized that her Grandmother's charming rich brown eyes had turned a terrifying solid black. Quickly, Belle jumped back from her window to slide inbetween the lilac covers of her bed and pretended to sleep.

Donna slowly walked up to the TARDIS, as if it were an animal poised to bite her. Lightly she touched the wood that had been broken and charred, split and cracked open, wood that held so many good memories and as many bad memories for the both of them. When Donna placed her hand on the blue box belonging to this madman, it began to hum pleasantly, recognizing Donna for who she was. The only human being to look inside her mainframe and survive. When Donna pulled her hand away sharply, the humming stopped. Slowly she placed her hand along the edge of the box, her fingers curving around the side and stared in disbelief as the humming began again, this time picking up a slight rhythm. Turning around, she stared at the man still prone on the ground.

"She recognizes you. Very important, that."

"Why?"

"Because, after all, you are the only person to retain information from her, and now she sees you as part of herself."

Donna nodded distractedly, turned around once more, and pressed against the box, forehead to wood, eyes closed and breathing deeply. It smelled, she imagined, like space would. Open, fresh, clean, maybe a hint of spice or something floral. When he placed his hand next to hers, Donna started and gasped as the music changed, a haunting tune wafting through the small space.

"Everyone has their own song." He murmured quietly.

Donna nodded and slid her hand to meet his, entwined their fingers. The music changed again, this time full of crescendos, diminuendos and staccato, it reminded Donna of the orchestra from her visits to the Dominion Theatre in London. Suddenly, she faced him and realized that the music reflected their lives.

"Doctor, why is your-" Swiftly she was shushed by the finger resting on her lips.

"No. That is something I'm not ready to talk about yet. One day I'll tell you about her, but not today. You didn't listen to either of our songs in full. You have much the same in yours." The Doctor looked carefully at her, wondering why she was so interested in a song younger than himself and yet, he understood. She wanted to understand his pain, and what had caused the old Gaelic song to play from his trusted box, the only companion that never left him, and truly, that was the most of it. Donna would age without him, leave him alone with part of themselves in his care, Belle. No matter how Donna changed and how she eventually threw him back into that partially lonely existence, he vowed that, for as long as he could, Belle wouldn't know that pain. Belle would have friends, and she would have him, always.

Donna stood silently, confused as to who this mysterious her was, but she knew better than to ask, even if he was acting like a wanker about it. She watched the war rage on his face, plain for anyone to see, and realized how misplaced it seemed. Studying him, she saw laugh lines surrounding his mouth, and small crows feet that were hardly noticeable unless you were really looking, but in his eyes, Donna saw pain. Pain that she recognized, that she knew he felt for the ones he'd lost before coming back to her.

Pulling back from his vehement thoughts, he noticed a sound that wasn't part of any song coming from his box, and categorized it as coming from somewhere inside. He didn't have any companions inside, no monsters. Watching Donna, he untangled their fingers and held a finger to his own lips when she looked startled, affronted, and quietly crept inside. Gazing around, he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to see, but found a ragged angel staring solemnly back at him.

"Hello Doctor."

Hello everyone. I know, this chapter has been an exceptionally long time coming, but it's here now and that's that. The next chapter should be up soon. Their songs are based off of the classical genre, and you can find them on youtube, but I'll write the names here.

Donna's Song= Passacaglia ~ Secret Garden

Doctor's Song= Gabhaim Molta Brighde-Haunting Gaelic song by Aoife Ni Fhearraigh

Their Song= Tchaikovsky Symphony #6 (Seoul Phil Orchestra)

I know this chapter has been OOC, especially the ending, but I figured they need a bit of calm and curiosity at the moment.