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: Oh, am I brimming with ideas or not? I'm really excited about the development of this story. Please review!

Donna spooned about with the last remnants of her coffee as the Doctor strolled in breezily and grinned at her.

"Oh god, you're not one of those people who actually likes the mornings?" Donna remarked, raising the mug to her lips and draining the leftover liquid quickly. The Doctor shoved some bread into the toaster and plonked himself down next to Donna.

"Nervous?" He asked, as Donna placed her elbow on the table and lent her temple against her raised arm.

"Yeah! God, I've never worked in such a posh place before. Do you think I'll have to speak posh?" The Doctor's toast popped up, so he bounded from his chair and reached for the peanut butter jar. "They'll make me speak like the Queen. 'Would one like to buy one some undergarments?'" Donna said, putting on a rather regal accent. The Doctor snorted, spreading the butty goodness eagerly over his toast and shovelling it down his throat. "Hungry?" Donna arched an eyebrow at him, as he sat back down, tell-tale peanut butter clumps on his fingers. "Doctor! What have I told you about stickin' your nasty fingers in the jar?" She chided. The Doctor pushed his bottom lip out, into what he hoped was a pouty face.

"Hey, it's not your ship," He protested. Donna stood up, brushed herself down and deposited her mug and cereal bowl into the sudsey washing up bowl. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearin'?" Donna asked, looking down. She had chosen some bootleg black trousers, a dark purple camisole and matching fluffy jumper. She was about to add some black zip up boots, and throw on a black jacket. She scowled at the Doctor. "I think I look OK! Why, is there something you'd like to say, Mr fashion guru? At least I don't wear the same clothes every day!"

"Oi! Don't take it out on my suit!" The Doctor told his exasperated friend. She just folded her arms tightly and glared at him. "I think it's time for you to go now," He said quickly. If looks could kill, then he'd be withering on the floor due to Donna Noble.

Rose punched in the code to the storeroom. She couldn't wait to be off her shift. Only 5 minutes until lunch, she thought, planting the box of bras in the corner of the dark room. A ginger, thirty-something bloke popped his head around the corner and grinned.

"Miss Tyler! How nice you of you join me!"

"Wilson! You scared the life out of me!" She smiled back, placing her hands on her hips, "What are you up to?"

"Oh, you know," He kicked a forgotten box out of the way, " Checking the pipes, and the wires. Something keeps cutting off the electricity in the shop. Dunno what. But I guess that's my job to find it out!" He picked up a screwdriver and focused on his work, "Hey, tell me, have you seen that new employee?"

"Who, the red-head?" Rose asked, checking the steadiness of a steel counter and placing her bum on the top of it.

"D'ya know her name? Or her number?"

"Wilson! I'm not gonna ask her out for you!" She grinned, and poked her tongue out at him. She checked her watch and jumped down from the counter. "I gotta go. Lunch!"

"Put in a good word for me, will ya?" Wilson asked cheekily. As Rose re-entered the store, she spotted her boss, Julie and sidled over to her.

"Julie, I'm gonna take my lunch now, I'll be back in about an hour," Rose informed her boss. Turning to leave, she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She whipped her head around to find her boss smiling at her. "Yes?"

"You couldn't go and talk to Donna, could you? I want to make my employees feel like this is a friendly environment. The happier the workers are, the more profit we make!" Julie pointed out, and pushed her in the direction of Ms Noble. "Please?"

"Bu-"

"I knew you'd say yes!" Julie grinned, as Rose bit her tongue and swallowed hard. She made her way over to Donna, who was examining a pack of men's underwear.

"Donna, is it?" Rose asked, as Donna jumped in shock and dropped the packet quickly, "It is Donna, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," She nodded, flustered. "By the way, I don't wear mans pants. They're for my friend. You see, he never changes his clothes so I was wondering if he ever actually changed his pants. Not that I've ever seen them. His pants, I mean. I don't even know what size he is. Do you want me to shut up now?" Rose grinned as Donna looked at her imploringly. Donna wasn't like any of the other employees that worked here. They all looked down on her, simply because her mum lived off benefits and they lived in a council estate. That's why Rose had such a good friendship with Wilson; he understood how she felt. He grew up in a two bed-roomed flat, and had to share with his two brothers and his mother. But Donna seemed different to the other woman.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm Rose," She offered Donna her hand, which she took, almost delightedly. "So, are you having fun so far?"

"I've met some interesting people," Donna admitted, glancing over at Brenda. Rose followed her gaze and rolled her eyes.

"Take no notice of her. No-one likes her, but for some reason, Julie doesn't want to sack her," Rose explained, before adding, "But then again, she is her niece, so go figure!" Donna laughed as Rose looked on at the door. "I've seen him somewhere before," She mused, as Donna caught who she was staring at.

"Doctor?!" She muttered under her breath, before turning to Rose, "Where have you seen him before?"

"I dunno. I think he's been here before, or somethin'."

"Yeah, probably," Donna agreed, before waving at her suit-clad friend. He perked up when he saw her and paced over. Rose looked at her.

"You know him?" She asked, impressed. The man reached them and grinned at Donna. His eyes rested on Rose, who felt herself blushing. She had to avert her eyes away from the handsome man's daze and picked up the briefs.

"What are you doing here?" Donna hissed.

"I just wanted to see how you are doing!" The Doctor replied, his eyes not moving away from the blond next to Donna. Donna noticed this and slapped him. He recoiled his head back as Rose gasped. "Oww!" He moaned, grasping his cheek and sticking out his bottom lip. "What was that for?"

"You know," Donna told him.

"Are you alright?" Rose asked, her voice making a smile float to his face. He nodded. "Donna, boxers or briefs?"

"Huh?"

"For your friend."

"Oh, uh, I dunno," Donna shrugged. The Doctor furrowed his brow, removing his hand from his cheek and glancing at Donna.

"Boxers or briefs?" Rose asked, looking directly at the Doctor.

"Whaa...?" He replied.

"I'm assuming this is the friend you were talking about earlier?" Rose told Donna, who nodded in realization. She had to suppress the laughter that was rising in her throat as she caught sight of the Doctor's expression. "Oh, sorry. I'm Rose," She introduced herself with a small smile.

"Hi, Rose. I'm...John Smith," The Doctor returned her grin. "Would you care to join us for lunch? It's on Donna,"

"Oi! It'll be on you, literally, if you don't shut up!"

"I'd love to," Rose said. Without warning, the lights flickered and soon the whole store went into shut down mode. "What the hell?" Rose remarked, as the sprinklers began to rain down on them. Donna shrieked.

"I BLOODY IRONED MY HAIR TO DEATH THIS MORNIN'! THERE HAD BETTER BE A GOOD REASON FOR THIS!" She bellowed, before storming off into Julie's office.

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