Title: Remember Me?
Rating: T
Pairings: 10/Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Full Summary: As the Doctor investigates some strange alien sightings in 2004, Donna gets a job at Henricks to distract her from causing a paradox. There, she befriends a very familiar blond, who tells her about her dreams to travel among the stars one day. Donna, unable to keep it in any longer, tells her that soon enough she'll be fulfilling that dream. And the Doctor, after meeting with Rose, can't contain the truth. What comes next for our favourite time travellers is a frenzy of misunderstandings, a few terrible dates and a shocking revelation.

Author's note:Chapter 2 is coming your way! Thank you so much to all of the reviewers, you guys make me keep writing!

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS and took in a huge lungful of fresh air. The sky was grey and overcast, as usual, but Donna still felt buzzing with energy.

"I'll never get used to this. I'm breathin' in air from 4 years ago!" She grinned, as a man rode past on a red bike, "That man's four years older now!" The Doctor stepped out behind his over-excited friend and chuckled.

"Donna, it's not like you've never time travelled before."

"Yeah, I know. But this was only four years ago for me. Blimey, I was 31! That's amazing. Maybe I could find myself, and warn myself about the future..." Donna mused, as the Doctor locked the door and shoved the key into his coat pocket.

"No, Donna, I told you, you can't do that. If you warn your past self about impending events, then you'll create a paradox, which will then result in a hole in the fabric of reality!"

"Right. Oh, and Doctor, I was jokin'," Donna retorted, as they made their way to the crossing. They had landed in the centre of London, and people were going about their daily business. Bankers were on their mobiles, clutching briefcases and talking into their phones as they pushed past the throng of other shoppers. A few teenagers were loitering about the shops, smoking cigarettes and clasping cans of cheap beer. Other couples were holding hands, laughing and giggling together, as if no-one else was around. Donna looked at one couple in particular, who were kissing tenderly and swinging their hands as they strolled down the road. She smiled sadly.

"I used to be like that. Oh, Donna Noble, wherever you are, you're gonna have a tough few years ahead of you," She muttered, glancing up to the sky and clicking her tongue. The Doctor looked at her and put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah, but you'll get through it, and then you meet me, remember?" He reminded her, as she titled her head to the side and rolled her eyes. "Anywhere you fancy workin'?" He took his hand off her shoulder and tucked them into his pockets. Donna shrugged and cocked her head around the high street.

"Henricks!" She gasped, "Oh god, I remember that! I got my mum this posh jewellery from there once, cost me a fortune, and d'you know what she said when I gave it to her? 'Have you still got the receipt, Donna?' Have I still got the receipt? I was so annoyed, I didn't speak to her for the rest of the day!" Donna recalled, as the Doctor let a soft smile rise to his face. His eyes were resting on the building in front of him. "Should I go and see if they've got a vacancy?" The Doctor rubbed his ear and shrugged. "Oh well, it's not up to you anyway! I'm the one that's gonna be working there for god knows how long!" She strode purposefully into the shop, with the Doctor traipsed after her. She went up to the main desk and leaned against the counter. A young brunette woman smiled graciously at her.

"Good morning and welcome to Henricks. How may I be of service?" She asked politely. Donna cleared her throat and returned her sugary sweet grin.

"Good morning, my name's Donna Noble, and I would like to inquire about any job vacancies that you supply. Are there any free at the moment?" The woman nodded and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

"There are, actually. You're in luck! Recently, we've had quite a few staff coming down with the flu and things. Nothing to do with this store though, just to clarify," The woman added. "Would you like to fill out this form-" she pushed a form over to Donna, "-and then I'll schedule you in a meeting with our manager for this afternoon. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, that's brilliant, actually!" Donna beamed, grabbing a pen and signing her name. The Doctor furrowed his brow.

"Sorry to intrude, but how many staff have been off sick recently?" He asked. The woman stared at him strangely and shrugged.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't say that I know. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do."

"Can't you just leave out the whole 'Inspector Gadget' thing for two minutes?" Donna sighed, not looking up from the form, "Go and look around. Buy some more clothes; I'm fed up of that suit!" The Doctor looked down and his suit and pulled on his lapels.

"I like this suit! I'll have you know that others like this suit too, you know. Martha, for starters. She fell in love with me while I was wearing it!"

"Oh, you just love yourself, don't you?" She glanced up and raised an eyebrow. She reached into her pockets and fished out a twenty pound note. "Go and buy some socks then. Spoil yourself." He shuffled off, burying the note deep into his pockets and making his way to the men's section of the department store. He pushed the rails about a bit, and even unhooked a few trousers and held them up against himself.

"Do you need any help at all?" A voice asked. He whipped his head around quickly and felt himself melt. There, standing in front of him, with a smile plastered upon her youthful face, was Rose Tyler. She was wearing some loose jeans, a tight white shirt and a baggy black jumper over the top. Her hair was long and blond, just like she had when they had first encountered one another. He had to hold on tight to the trousers, as he felt his strength fly out of him. He just wanted to embrace her, but due to the fact that they hadn't even met yet, he knew he really shouldn't. "Sir?" She shook him out of his thoughts.

"Right, yes, sorry. Uh, no thanks," He shook his head, still beaming like an idiot.

"Well, if you need anything, then just call me."

"I will, Rose Tyler. I will," He mumbled to himself, as she made her way over to another customer. He put the trousers back on the hook hastily and chortled quietly.

"Find anythin'?" Donna asked, as she sidled up to him.

"No."

"Sure?"She asked, as the Doctor gazed into the distance. "'Coz in that case, I'm gonna need my note back."

"Oh yeah, sorry," He pressed it into her hand as she screamed. He recoiled in disgust, clutching his ears and pulling a face. "What was that?"

"I GOT THE JOB!" She hollered, as customers began to stare at them. Rose even looked over and smiled.

"But why did you scream?"

" You never asked how it went! Can you believe it? I'm goin' to be working here! And I get a discount! And now you won't need to worry about creating a paradox! Everyone is a winner!" She took his hand and dragged him out of the shop, still bounding with energy. "Right, spaceman. Lunch is on me!"

OK, so the Doctor's now met Rose. And what about these strange illnesses? Hmm, find out in the next few chapters!

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