Doctor 10.5 and Rose find a rift in the universe and time is about to collapse. What happens when they travel back to their own universe, only to bump into a new Doctor and the Ponds? I don't own DW. If I did, Donna would still be around. I do, however, have the Doctor Who theme (series 1-2) as my ring tone, so I feel ridiculously cool whenever I get a call.
Musings
Martha watched silently as Mickey searched for Wilf's number and address. Mobile or home phone, they didn't care, as long as they reached him. It had been one of the craziest days she had ever experienced, and she counted her time with the Doctor in the ranking, to boot. She looked to the bow-tied man, not quite believing he had changed. She kept expecting to see him donning his glasses and long coat. John wore that attire, now. She smiled softly, shaking her head. She sincerely hoped Rose would be alright. She and the Doc-erm, John, deserved to be happy. He had been a miserable bloke without her, and she had risked her life for him. Actually, both risked their lives for each other. Adrenaline junkies, both of them. Joking aside, they had bloody better well solve this whole rift thing so she and Mickey could get back to their lives.
She looked at her husband, memories of their wedding entering her thoughts. It was the happiest day of her life. The ceremony, the dinner, the smashing his face with cake. He was so loving, caring, smart, and funny. She briefly recalled that she had been engaged to another man, but it didn't feel so right. Mickey was exactly what she needed. She ran her hand over her stomach gingerly, biting her lip. She turned around, looking about the room. She saw the new companions, Rory and Amy, looking solemn.
"How long have you been traveling with the Doctor?" Martha asked them politely. She wasn't one for deafening silences. It reminded her too much of a hospital waiting room.
"A few months, a year? I honestly don't know," Amy shook her head. No one seemed to be able to keep track of time for too long when traveling with a Time Lord.
Rory scratched his chin, "Well, technically, you went missin' the day before our wedding. Then we were off for a few months."
"Yeah, but then we went back to the same day," Amy countered.
"It's confusing, yeah."
"So, did you meet anyone interesting during your travels? We, well, I, met Van Gogh," Amy blabbered.
"Shakespeare. Apparently I'm the "Dark Lady"," she replied.
"On about him again?" Mickey said, agitated. He narrowed his gaze. He wasn't as jealous of the ex-fiance as he was of Shakespeare. Bloomin' Shakespeare! How could he compete?
"Oh, Mick, I married you, not him," Martha grinned.
"Whatever," he mumbled.
"Van Gogh proposed, if it's any consolation," Amy offered.
"What?" Rory looked at his wife in surprise.
"I didn't mention that?" Amy asked innocently.
"No. You didn't," Rory almost growled. Could they turn the TARDIS around so he could give him a right punch?
"Must have forgotten," she looked sheepish.
Martha chuckled and Mickey rolled his eyes.
"Careful with the time travelin' mate," Mickey told Rory, "ya never know who they'll take a fancy to."
"I'll keep that in mind," Rory snorted. Amy and Martha shared a look of annoyance.
"So, you're a doctor," Amy said.
"Yeah. Mickey and I tried the freelance earth protector thing for a while, but then we went back to UNIT."
"I'm a nurse," Rory offered.
"Oh, cool. Sure the hospital doesn't miss you?" Martha asked. Finally, someone in the medical profession who would understand her!
"No idea. We took off the wedding night," Rory scratched the back of his head.
"You like time traveling?" Martha asked.
The two nodded.
"Rory took a shot for the Doctor." Amy looked at him sadly.
"Yeah, and then you forgot me," Rory attempted a chuckle.
"You fell through the crack, it wasn't my fault," she argued back.
"Oy, I was only kidding. I didn't wait for two thousand years just to have you bellow at me," Rory crossed his arms over his chest.
Martha looked at them, confused. She knew the best thing to do was nod along and just go with it. Yep, best thing to do.
Mickey tried to fight a laugh and turned back to scanning. Bloody hell! How many "Wilfred Motts" could there be in one city? He let out a frustrated sigh. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was have a quiet evening with his wife. At least they were getting along well with the current companions. He hoped Rory didn't feel like the third wheel (or "Tin Dog") like he had during his travels with the Doctor. He and Rose had forgotten all about him while reminiscing, more than once. Holding that bloody button for a half hour, for nothing!
He looked to Jack to see him still in the hallway, looking worried. The Doctor, in all his new bowtie and tweed jacket-ness stood at River's side. John seemed to know River, but who was she? Not a companion, because she showed up later. He wrinkled his nose, recalling that Rose was willing to risk her life. Again. He wasn't about to sit back and let his childhood friend die. Surely John would do something to convice her otherwise. If she goes, he'd go right along with her. Oh, Jackie would bring them back to life and kill them both if they did that. He didn't doubt that for a moment.
Jack crossed his arms, taking a deep breath. He wished this little reunion was under different circumstances. He glanced to Martha, giving her a smile. She returned it. He always liked Martha. She was strong. How she ended up married to Mickey, he didn't know.
"Stop staring at my wife, cheesecake," Mickey snapped.
"It's beef cake," Jack corrected him with a grin. Mickey rolled his eyes.
The Doctor walked up to him slowly.
"You think Rose will go through with it?" he asked Jack.
"She's Rose. She's one of the most compassionate people on the planet-both of 'em. What do you think?" Jack shook his head.
The Doctor groaned, "I was hoping John could convince her otherwise."
"You don't want Donna to have her memory?" Jack raised his brow.
"Of course. Just not at the cost of someone else's life," he replied in a low voice.
Jack shook his head, "Doctor, you've got to let her go."
"I let her go the moment she kissed him on Bad Wolf Bay," he grimaced. The image of her kissing him was seared into his brain. Haunting his dreams, his memories. He should have said something, but he had been a coward, a right coward.
Jack let out a bitter laugh, "She wanted to stay with you, you daft man. But she's better off now."
"Right, better off," the Doctor nodded.
Rose and John walked into the room. The companions watched as John and the Doctor looked ready to tear off the other's head. Mickey piped up, wanting to avoid a Time Lord bloodbath.
Wilfred Mott, London, England UK. Home phone:- Address:
"How're you going to help Donna?" Amy asked Rose curiously.
The blonde bit her lip. "If I've got the entire vortex runnin' through my head, then I can absorb Donna's memories. It's gotta work."
John looked at her, "You'll burn up. Die."
"Maybe," Rose said sadly.
"Rose, are you sure about this?" John asked, looking her in the eye.
"Yes," she said, the faint gold glow slowly emmanating from her.
"Rose," John's voice cracked.
"Donna Noble. Everything we need is in Donna Noble. All lines point to her," her voice echoed.
The Doctor looked on hopelessly. The image of Rose Tyler, glowing, tears running down her cheeks was something he never wanted to see again. Yet there she was. John hugged her to his chest, not letting her go. He pulled away, eyes filled with tears. He was going to kiss her. No, the idiot!
"Stop!" the Doctor separated John from Rose.
"What're you doing?" John demanded angrily. How could the Doctor, the real one, stand to see Rose in pain and not do anything about it? He just didn't understand. Had all his feelings for Rose disappeared with the regeneration?
"You'll die. You keep forgetting you're a human now," he seethed at his human counterpart.
Rose's shoulders shook, still glowing "John, I want you to be safe."
"Rose," he cupped her cheek with his hand.
"You need to be safe. Get Donna," she demanded quietly before slumping into him.
He held her gingerly, cradling her head in his hands. He wasn't about to lose her again. It wasn't an option.
"You heard her. Go!" John roared.
The Doctor blinked, surprised by the rage emmanating from him. He moved to the console. Wilfred Mott, here they come.
The doctor and nurse stood at the foot of Donna Noble's bed, reading her charts.
"Is something wrong?" Wilf asked, worried.
"She's slipping in and out of conciousness. There's been no change in her, I'm afraid," he informed the elderly man.
I'm right here! Donna wanted to scream. She felt trapped in her own mind, surrounded by vague memories. She always felt like a part of her was missing, some very important, pertinent part of her. She went about married life as a shell of what she should be. Like a huge piece of the puzzle was missing, or a very important organ. She should have been happy, married to a wonderful man. They were quite financially secure, with a mysterious lottery ticket showing up. Despite the apparent ease of her life, something was missing. Life was too mundane.
She could never lay her finger on it, but she was getting closer to the answer. Before, she would get a bit of whimsy when spotting an Agatha Christie novel. Her breath would catch at the sight of a police box. Why, she didn't know. All she knew was that a huge part of her very being, her very identity, had been destroyed and erased like she had never attained it in the first place. Sure, she was a bit vain. She had always been like that as far as she could remember. Except when the blurry vision of a vast universe came to her. Perhaps the universe wasn't as small and insignificant as she thought. She wasn't dumb, either. No, she had all that information, bouncing around in her head. But she was stuck. And it burned, and it hurt. She needed the Doctor. She remembered. The Adipose little fat babies, the volcano at Pompeii. Talking to Rose Tyler before she even recognised her. She remembered.
"Ahhh," she cried out, a searing pain shooting through her head.
"What's wrong?" Wilf demanded.
"Sir, you need to leave," the doctor ushered Wilf out of the room.
Bloody hell, she remembered. The TARDIS, the Ood, Rose, sending her a message. Bad Wolf. The fortune teller. Something on her back. A world without the Doctor. Meeting Rose on Christmas Eve, the star falling out of the sky, the Doctor dying, the hospital disappearing, Sarah Jane dying, the warning to get out of London, all of London being smashed by the Titanic, going to Leeds, stupid, bloody Leeds. That poor family getting sent to labour camps. What was it Rose had said? The Doctor and Donna Noble, together, to stop the stars from going out. Turn Left! The Daleks, the Doctor clone that she created. But most of all, she remembered him, her friend. She had looked for him for so long, and she found him! She wasn't about to forget him man who saved the world with no other weapon but a sonic screwdriver. The Doctor. She remembered the Doctor, the Space Man Doctor who flew about in a box bigger on the inside. Doctor Donna. She knew...everything. Dear God, she knew everything and her brain felt like it would explode.
"Doctor!" she yelled, writhing in pain. Where was the Space Man, Alien Boy when she needed him?
I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed and added the story to their alerts and favorites. Please review, I like feedback. I have started early drafts of a prequel of sorts to this about John and Rose, but I will finish this before I commit to that one. I've been watching Series 4 again, so the lack of Donna in Series 5 is immense. I think it was about time the Doctor had a proper friend.
I apologize for the wait. Spring break is over, and I'm back to school and work. I'll try to write as much as I can.
I've been trying to get this up for about a week, but fanfiction wouldn't let me access the story page in 'My Stories'...odd.
Added note: April 23rd can't come soon enough! I'm quite liking the previews. "A pot of coffee, twelve jammy dodgers, and a fez" takes the cake.