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.

Warning: There are some spoilers for Torchwood's latest season, just a heads up.

Dreamland

The Doctor stared down the Dream Lord, seething. His face turned red as the Dream Lord smirked at him, obviously pleased with himself.

"What do you want, now?" the Doctor asked angrily.

"Not what I want. What you want," he replied smugly.

"I want you to leave," the Doctor said.

The Dream Lord shook his head, finding the Doctor amusing. This was perfect. All of his favourites were assembled in the TARDIS, sleeping like lambs. He snickered. Oh, this would be fun.

Rose looked around, confused. Last thing she remembered was John mumbling in his sleep about the possibility that the chameleon circuit in their TARDIS could work. Now she was standing on Darlig Ulv Stranden with John, looking equally confused. He scratched his head, looking about.

"Huh. This is quite peculiar," he murmured, looking around.

"Doctor," Rose said worriedly, eyes widening. Bad Wolf Bay only held pain for her. She wanted to be back on the TARDIS, sleeping soundly next to her husband. Was it too much to ask for?

"Hello!" a man wearing tweed popped up next to them.

Rose yelped, latching on to John's arm.

"Of course. Hold on to him," he drawled, eyes icy.

"Who are you?" John asked, brow raised.

He looked offended, "I am the Dream Lord."

John furrowed his brow, confused. The Valeyard he knew of, but the Dream Lord was unfamiliar to him.

"So this is a dream?" Rose asked, feeling a slight wave of relief. She should probably lay off the chocolates before bed, then.

"Choose, Rose Tyler," his features hardened.

"What?" she shook her head, not quite understanding.

He pointed to the beach. Rose turned around and saw the fully Time Lord Doctor when he still looked like John. Her eyes widened, not believing her eyes.

"It's the Doctor," she whispered, stepping forward a little. Her hand was still clapsed around John's, and she could feel him tense.

"Yes. The Doctor. The man that you love. The man who left you. Except now, he wants you back. He's always wanted you," the Dream Lord cooed.

"He's regenerated. Why doesn't he look regenerated?" Rose asked quickly. She stared at the Doctor, who wore his chucks and long coat, hands buried in his pockets. His messy hair was touseled by the breeze.

The Dream Lord smirked, "If you had stayed with him, you could've saved him. He wants you back. Rose Tyler could be with the Doctor, once more."

Rose blinked back tears. "Rose!" the Doctor yelled, voice strained, cracking. She wiped her face before burying her head in John's chest.

"Choose, Rose. Him, or the clone?" the Dream Lord's smirk widened when he saw John's face harden and Rose go pale.

Rose began to fume, "He's not a clone! He's his own person, and I love him! That Doctor-" she pointed to the image of him, "isn't my Doctor. John is."

John looked at her, smiling softly. Oh yes, she was brilliant.

"This is a dream, anyway," he said aloud, trying to get rid of the Dream Lord, "you can't have control over the real world. I call your bluff."

The Dream Lord shook his head. Dammit. John was too clever for his own good. And, he had been so sure she would have chosen the real Doctor.

"He's got to move on," Rose said quietly, "I'll always love him, but he's all alone. It's not really fair, is it? John and I have each other, and he's by himself."

"It's the curse of being Time Lord Victorious," John sympathised. How could he not understand? He had been in the same situation before. He knew the pain and longing all too well.

The Dream Lord sobered, his cockiness subsiding. Rose Tyler had chosen, and it wasn't the Doctor. The Doctor was no longer her Doctor.

Donna looked around the living room, feeling like she got hit in the head by a stapler. Was it all a dream? The Doctor, Rose, John, did she imagine it all? Shaun was reclining on the couch, reading the paper.

"Shaun," Donna said quietly.

"Yes, dear?" he looked up at his wife.

Donna smiled tightly, shaking her head, "Nevermind."

Shaun chuckled and said something about her head being in the clouds. Oh, he had no idea. Her house looked the same. Same tacky decorations. Same light, same furnishings. But something was amiss.

Just then, a little girl with dark hair and blue eyes (her eyes, Donna noticed) came bounding into the living room, waving a teddy bear in the air.

"Mummy, mummy, come play!" she tugged on her arm.

Mummy? Donna's heart began to beat quickly in panic. Never had she imagined herself a mum. She had a daughter. Why didn't she remember having a daughter? She suddenly felt weak, and collapsed.

Captain Jack Harkness was at Torchwood, staring at the file in front of him. Ianto. He bit his lip, not letting himself cry. No. He was gone, and there's nothing he could do about it. He had to move on. He looked around the empty room, letting his thoughts wander. Gwen. What was he going to do about Gwen? She was getting married to Rhys, the prick. But, he couldn't commit. It wasn't in his nature. Maybe he was destined to be alone, just like the Doctor. His life was the way it was supposed to be. There was nothing to change. Even if he wanted to go back and save Ianto, he couldn't. He died saving children. Jack let a single tear slide down his cheek. He would mourn. It was inevitable. He would never die. If only he could transfer that immortality to Ianto, then...He shook his head. Yes, he would mourn. He just didn't expect it would take him so long to do so. Throwing himself in another adventure distracted him, but not long enough.

"You can save Ianto," the Dream Lord popped up, sitting on his desk.

"Who the hell are you and why are you on my desk?" Jack growled.

"The Dream Lord. Why don't you ask your dear Doctor to take you back to save him?" he said airily.

Jack scowled, "He doesn't believe in messing with history or timelines."

"He's a time traveler. He can do whatever he wants. He picks up companions and then dumps them. All of them."

"He did not 'dump' me," Jack argued.

"Pity you're so blinded by your loyalty. He could take you back, but he won't. He only changes the timeline when he finds it fitting."

He disappeared as soon as he'd appeared, leaving Jack to stir in his anger.

Donna cracked an eye open, relieved to find herself back in the TARDIS. The Doctor was resting against the console, stoic. He looked up at her. His bloodshot eyes and the bags underneath them surprised her.

"Doctor, what's going on?" she asked hesitantly.

"It's the Dream Lord. He's been doing this. Now he's going and making everyone choose. Their lives, or me," he said miserably.

"Who?"

"He's created from my darkest thoughts, my inner evil," he said.

Donna stepped back slightly, not quite believing it, "so this right here, this is a dream?"

The Doctor nodded, "Apparently, you've been travelling with me for the past year in this dream."

Donna's eyes brightened, and the Doctor smiled slightly. Her mind was filled with all of the adventures they could have together, just like old times. Her smile faltered and the Doctor looked at her quizically.

"In the other dream, I had a daughter. It's not true, is it? That's not my future," she asked.

"Your future is whatever you want it to be," the Doctor anwered. Donna with a daughter. Huh.

"I want to stay with you," she announced.

"You're married," he pointed out.

Donna shook her head, "He's always on business trips. He's home only a few months the year. I miss him, yeah, but I'd miss you more."

The Doctor sighed, "You can't stay with me."

"But we're the Doctor Donna! Partners in crime! Space man and Earth girl, we're supposed to be together," she said in exasperation, "I tried so hard to find you again. And then I forgot, but now that we're together again, I'm not just going to let it go!" she sounded nearly desperate, pleading with him.

The Doctor mulled it over, thinking everything through. What if...no. He couldn't tear her away from her life.

"Doctor," Donna said seriously, "maybe we could compromise."

Donna Noble was not about to let him get away with sending her back to earth to lead a hum-drum existence. Her mum still was disappointed in her. Her husband was never home due to work. Her only constant companion was her granddad. When he was looking at the stars, he looked so expectant, like he was waiting for something. Before getting her memory back, Donna thought he had gone bonkers, but he was waiting for the Doctor. They all were. She needed to be with him. She didn't look for him for nothing. They needed eachother. Proper mates, they were. She was certain she could get along with Amy and Rory, if that's what he was concerned about.

The Doctor looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue.

"I go with you when Shaun's away. I can call home and everything on my mobile. And..." she trailed off when she saw the Doctor's face fall.

"Donna, it's dangerous. What if you get hurt?" he didn't want to be the one to go up to Shaun and say 'Ello, I'm the Doctor, an alien. Your wife's been traveling with me but she got seriously injured'. Yeah, that'd work.

"Don't care, Spaceman. Either you let me go with you, or you drop me off at home and never hear from me again," she said.

The Doctor looked down at the floor, before looking up with a grin, "Welcome back, Donna."

She smiled, throwing her arms around his scrawny chicken neck.

"Whole universe, where'd you want to go?" he asked.

"First, let's take care of this Dream Lord bloke, then we'll see," she answered happily.

River song breathed shakily. The gun in her hand felt heavy. Why was she reliving this moment, her worst hour? She was a murderer. Was she getting a chance to fix everything? No, she couldn't. She couldn't alter history.

"You don't need to do this," his voice was deep, his eyes wide. He raised his hand, attempting to calm her.

She shook her head, "But I do."

"Time can be rewritten," he tried to convince her.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, my love," she pulled the trigger, watching him fall to the ground, hand on his chest.

Oh dear God, what had she done? She held the gun in her hand limply, shaking. She dropped it to the ground as it clattered, slipping to the ground with it. She took a deep breath, holding her head in her hands, looking at his lifeless form.

Question: Who do you think River is? And who did she kill? I'm inclined to believe she's either Romana or another Time Lady, or even the TARDIS. Who else would know the Doctor's name. I've also heard the suggestions that she's the Master's wife, or the Master himself.

I just love Donna. I was watching 'Partners in Crime' and 'Fires of Pompeii' as I wrote this. I liked seeing Karen Gillan as a soothsayer, too. Donna's probably my favorite companion, then Rose, Wilf, Jack, River, and Rory. I mean, her "You just fought her off with a water pistol. I bloody love you!" is brilliant. And she challenges the Doctor, but won't let him make the decisions on his own. She convinces him to save the family, after all, after helping him make Vesuvius explode.

I like Rory more than Amy. Why, I'm not sure. I think it's because he's so loyal. And a nurse.

I saw an ad on BBC America with Eccleston in it, and I got very nostalgic. I miss him and Tennant terribly, and would love to see old companions together again, but Moffat is apparently against that idea.

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