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Science Assassin: Chapter fourteen

The old Donna stared at the young Donna, and the young Donna stared at the old Donna. The young Donna's mouth was hanging wide open. She glanced from the name to the older version of herself.

"I...that's me?" The young Donna steadied herself before she knocked over the hot teapot. She couldn't believe it. She had met herself in the future. What should she do? The Doctor had never told her anything about this. "Um, hi Donna. I am you from the past."

The older Donna looked like she was about to faint. Her skin had turned pale. "Me? I don't remember meeting myself? Where did you come from? How did you get here? What's happening?" Old Donna was shaking; she was terrified. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and stared at Donna with wide eyes.

Young Donna drew up a chair and sat down, staring at herself. Really, she would have to make sure she changed her future hairdo! "Um, don't be scared. Remember, you were once sitting here talking...to you."

The old Donna just stared at the younger version of herself.

Young Donna continued, "Remember the Doctor? How he brought you here in his TARDIS? How I, I mean you, I mean we investigated the death of the scientists? How you were sent to jail but Wanda helped you escape?"

Old Donna looked at her blankly. Young Donna suddenly realised that she wouldn't be travelling with the Doctor forever. How much longer till she left? Why would she leave? Did the old Donna suffer from amnesia? No. The clip board on her bed mentioned a weak heart but no amnesia. "Don't you remember?" she asked old Donna.

Old Donna shook her head. "What TARDIS? What Wanda? Doctor? Now, where I have I heard that name before?"

It was young Donna's turn to stare. Wouldn't she even remember her travels in her old age? Everything was so confusing. What should she do? If only she could talk to the Doctor. He was probably at the hotel...

Suddenly, a phone on the bedside table rang shrilly, making the Donnas jump. Young Donna picked it up. "Hello?"

"Is Miss Katrina Blend there? She should be somewhere on that level serving tea."

"Speaking."

"Oh, there's been a call for you through reception. I'll put you through."

Young Donna waited breathlessly. Who could be calling her? Not many people even knew her name, except for Wanda.

"Donna?" Donna breathed a huge sigh of relief as she recognised the Doctor's familiar voice.

"Doctor! Where are you? Did everything go OK? You'll never believe this, but I met myself! Here! In the nursing home! Only the old version is very confused and doesn't know what's going on. Doctor, in the future I won't even remember my travels. Why? The old me said your name is familiar, but she can't quite place it. When will I leave? I don't want to go back to earth! I- what? Don't touch myself?!... Oh, I see. Time paradox thingy?...Oh, OK then, I'll be careful...Why don't I remember you at all, or my travels?... What?...I don't remember you for a very good reason? What's that reason...You don't know?!...Oh, yeah. It hasn't happened to you yet...Yes, yes I won't touch her, I mean me...you're coming here? Dressed as a motroid? Why on earth would you want to look like one of those freaky things?!...to get information?...Oh I see. When will you arrive?...ASAP?...OK, yes I'll remember my name is Katrina...go away from me?...don't tell her anything?...bit late. I already mentioned you, the TARDIS and told her I was her from the past...I'm not a blabber mouth!...Well, you never told me what to do if I met myself...I DO think before I speak!...tell her it's a joke?...OK then, see you later."

Donna put down the phone and turned to herself. The old Donna was staring at her, mumbling to herself. The Doctor had told Donna not to touch her future self, otherwise she would create a time paradox which would cause all sorts of trouble. Donna wasn't really sure what the Doctor meant, but she decided to follow his instructions.

"Um, you fell for it!" she cried to the old Donna, trying to put on a wide grin.

The old Donna stared at her.

"It's part of a new program!" continued Donna. "Us nurses dress up as young version of you, as a joke! Did you like my costume, and wig?" She tugged at her hair, pretending it was fake. "I put on tons of makeup. Did I really look like you?"

"But, you mentioned the Doctor. I'm sure I've heard of that somewhere..." the old Donna looked confused.

"Oh, we always do a little research first." Donna pushed the trolley out of the room. "Hope it cheered you up. Bye!" The door slammed shut, leaving a stunned, 87 year old Donna staring after it.

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The Doctor put down the hotel phone. Things were not going well. Donna meeting herself only created an unnecessary hurdle. Who knew how much she had told herself? He had to find out, in case a paradox occurred. Could he safely meet the future her without damaging time? Why didn't she remember him? How long until Donna really left? The Doctor was thinking deeply as he turned around. He had quizzed the motroid at the desk, but hadn't been able to gather any information. Suddenly, the Doctor stopped short, gripping the desk as his head spun. Things began to go blurry as a wave of dizziness washed over him. What was happening? Was he sick? Everything was beginning to blur into white. Then suddenly, he passed out.

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