After this chapter is where you choose the ending you enjoy the most. I like them both, personally. I couldn't just pick one, Donna's far too fantastic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything affiliated with it, even though the Master is definitely waiting for me in an alternate universe somewhere. If the kids are half Time Lord, do they get half the number of regenerations? I hope not.

Chapter 3:

The TARDIS materialized in the garden of the Temple-Noble estate. The Doctor rushed out, quickly followed by Amy and Rory.

"DOCTOR!"

The Doctor flinched as if someone had been swinging a metal chair at him, but he recovered quickly. "Okay, so. She can still shout rain out of the clouds." Mental note. He looked about for exactly which way they should go. "This way!" Rory and Amy followed, the latter a bit excited about this meeting, even though she realized it wasn't going to be a happy one.

Normal etiquette would dictate knocking on the door, but he didn't exactly have time for that. The Doctor sonic'd it open and burst into the foyer. "A bit posh, isn't it?" Rory questioned, looking around.

"That'd be my fault," the Doctor said, rushing off in the direction of Donna's screams of pain.

"What did you do, win her the lottery?" Amy questioned, following the Doctor and practically dragging Rory behind.

"Well, as a matter of fact, that's almost exactly what happened."

"We better get something like that when we leave!" Rory piped up. The Doctor looked over his shoulder with an exasperated glare.

"What do you mean 'when'?" Amy said angrily.

"Nevermind that now!" The Doctor threw open the swinging door to the kitchen and spotted Donna, Shaun, and Wilf in the next room. "Donna!"

"Who's that?" Donna yelled, not recognizing the voice she was hearing.

"Donna!" He ran into the room, "Donna, look, it's me! It's the Doctor! The Racnoss, remember the Racnoss?" Amy and Rory followed, but stood back, watching.

She finally opened her eyes and looked him over, "What the... First you're a stick and now you're all... lanky like a teenager?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked indignantly.

"Your arms are twice as long as the rest of you! And a bow tie, really?"

"Not the time for insults, Donna!" He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "Don't you remember what happened?"

"I don't-" She began screaming again mid-sentence. The Doctor gently put a hand to her face, then took it away just as quickly. Her mind was the equivalent of scrambled eggs. "You regenerated," she said finally, gritting her teeth.

"I did."

"Doctor, is it really you?" Wilf stood from his place on the sofa.

"Of course it's me! And I'd still be honored to have you as my father," he said, pointing at the man, as if to illustrate what he'd just said.

"It is you!" Wilf's disbelieving tone changed into one of recognition. "What can you do for her, Doctor?"

"I can make her forget again, but it may not even work this time, her mind may be too far gone." Amy was hugging Rory's arm protectively in the background, as if he was the one that all of this was happening to. She couldn't help but notice that Donna reminded her a lot of... well, herself. Something in the back of her mind said that that should bother her.

"Donna, Donna, my love," Wilf tried to get her attention. "He saved my life Donna, that's why he regenerated! And that winning lottery ticket, that was from him!"

"What?" Donna's hair was in a million directions and the looked at him in confusion. The pain was getting stronger, the bursts of agony more frequent.

"Well I couldn't just leave you without giving you a wedding present!" he said, almost embarrassed. A thought occurred to him and he pulled out the sonic screwdriver, but it didn't tell him anything that he didn't already know.

"It hurts, Doctor," she said, tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry Donna," he hugged her for what would be the last time.

"Please don't make me forget again," she sobbed, the tears making her head pound even harder.

"I have to, you'll die otherwise, and in a minute if I don't," he said. She started screaming in pain again.

Shaun had been sitting on the sofa this entire exchange, not sure what to make of these three intruders. Even more confusing was the fact that Donna and Wilf seemed to know the odd one. He suddenly stood from his seat, "Doctor, please save her." The Doctor turned his gaze to the husband of Donna Noble. "I don't know who you are, but Wilf and Donna seem to know you. She's my wife and I love her, please don't let her die."

"Shaun?" Donna turned around to face him. "I don't want to forget again, I don't!"

"I have an idea," the Doctor said suddenly. Something had just occurred to him. It was an absolutely ridiculous idea, to be sure. Time Lords could grant other Time Lords regenerations. Donna wasn't exactly Time Lord, but even so...

"Donna! Donna, listen to me!" She turned around to face him once more and his put his hands back on her shoulders. Her brain was boiling, synapses overrun with information, brain matter overheating to the point of bursting.

But her mind was the mind of a Time Lord.

He moved his hands to her face once more, then rested his forehead against hers. Every second she was getting worse. He wasn't even sure how to do this, but it had to work. It was Donna for God's sake.

A sudden noise of encouragement came from Amy, who watched as both the Doctor and Donna began to glow golden. The glow became brighter and brighter and flowed from one to the other. He gave her the equivalent of one regeneration, feeling the vitality drain from his body, then jumped back quickly. But she was still screaming and Wilf and Shaun were still standing, trying to comfort her.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" Amy asked, while Rory felt like a rather useless nurse.

"It's not working, she's not..." He paced frantically, two steps from where Donna was dying, tossing the sonic screwdriver back and forth between his hands over and over again. "It's just energy plus her mind, there's no... catalyst!"

He crossed to Donna in one huge step and kissed her. Shaun didn't look very happy about it, but he was visibly relieved when the Doctor jumped back. "Genetic transfer!" he said triumphantly. Donna was glowing brighter now. "Whoops, get back, all of you!" He ran to the right to stand between Donna and his two current companions. Wilf and Shaun followed suit.

"Doctor?" Donna's mind slowly began to calm.

"Yes?"

"Will I look different?"

He paused. "I don't know, this has never been done before. Since your physical body technically has no Time Lord DNA besides the genetic transfer, I would say no, it's just going to fix your brain. But then again, the DNA plus the mind and the energy could, in theory-"

"Alright, alright," she interrupted, watching her hands as they glowed, the energy moving like waves. "Stand back!"

The Doctor watched in interest and worry. It had been quite some time since he had seen another Time Lord regenerate.