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: Remember Me? Well, do you? Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I hope you're still interested. Happy reading!

"Doctor.." Donna sidled up to an apprehensive Doctor, a huge grin plastered on her face. The Doctor arched an eyebrow, catching the tone of Donna's voice. It was unusually sugary and gentle, not at all like the Donna he was used to.

"Yes, Donna?" The Doctor heaved an impatient sigh.

Donna paused. The Doctor hadn't been himself lately, especially since they had departed from 2005 and had travelled onwards. Perhaps leaving Rose under such circumstances had thrown his deeply buried emotions into turmoil once more. Donna realised that she hadn't really thought about his side of the story. He had just lost his best friend for the second time. Maybe this wasn't the best time to tell him-

"Donna? Earth to Donna? You were saying?" The Doctor prompted his headstrong companion, wafting a hand in-front of her face. Donna blinked back into reality and twisted her face into a sympathetic smile.

"I was just gonna ask if you were OK," She lied, avoiding his critical gaze and tugging on her jumper sleeve. The Doctor was taken aback.

"I'm fine, Donna. I always am, remember?" He responded lightly, turning his attention back to the console. His hands fluttered over the various buttons, as he sprinted around the room, Donna watching him quietly. After a few circuits of the area, the Doctor glanced over at Donna, with a frown upon his face. "The question is, are you alright?"

"Me? Yeah, course!" Donna laughed, perhaps a little too forced, "What would make you that I wouldn't be?"

"You seem different. Quieter," The Doctor itched the back of his neck, as he stared at his female friend.

"Nah, 'm just tired, I suppose," Donna waved a dismissive hand in the air. The Doctor nodded in agreement, and slowly the room fell silent. The Doctor momentarily halted his actions, before opening his mouth.

"Listen, Donna, I never got the chance to say it, but thank you."

"For what?" Donna enquired softly.

"Well, you know. Not goin' on about Rose. I know she was your friend, and I'm sorry that you can never see her again. But you've made this whole mess much better by not bugging me about it. So for that, Donna Noble, I thank you!" The Doctor finished with a beam. All Donna could muster up was a half-hearted smile, filled with regret.

"I really wish you hadn't said that," She mumbled. The Doctor's brow furrowed for the second time.

"What do you mean?" He felt awash with doubts. What had Donna planned for him? And did it have something to do with Rose?

"Well...Rose rang me earlier," Donna gave him the details, "And she was just so lovely to me an' all. I had to spin this story about America, and what everythin' was like, you know, the usual small chat that you do. But then, she told me somethin' about you that she made me swear I wouldn't tell you."

"Like what?" The Doctor lent over to her, suddenly interested.

"Uh, did you not hear what I just said? I can't tell you, she'll kill me!"

"Then why did you tell me?" The Doctor cried, exasperated.

"I just thought you might like to know!"

"You can't just tell me that! You've got to specify what she said!" The Doctor ordered.

"No, I can't, Doctor. Don't make me do that!" Donna warned. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Humans! Honestly, you can never get a simple answer out of them! So let me get this straight. Rose told you something about me, but you can't tell me, right?"

"Right," Donna confirmed.

"Well, you don't have to tell me. I'll guess and you can just...nod," The Doctor suggested.

"You're not getting round me that easily!"

"Donna!"

"DOCTOR!"

"She doesn't need to know, does she?" The Doctor began to reason with her.

"Nope. I'm not gonna tell you, Doctor!"

"Give me that phone," The Doctor demanded calmly.

"What?

"Give me that phone," The Doctor repeated. Donna's mouth flew open.

"Excuse me? I don't think so, spaceman!" She spat back.

"Donna, it's for your own good. You can't be talking to people from your past, you just can't."

"From my past? How about your past?"

"I won't allow it," The Doctor finished, ignoring Donna's last comment. He held out his hand for the phone. Donna finally backed down and pressed the mobile in his hand. "Thank you," He stashed the phone in his inner pocket located on his jacket. Donna slouched out, muttering threats under her breath.

The mobile rang.

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