[i'm trying to get as much back up as I can. Going in for minor surgery. Hope you enjoy]
Minutes Later...
Outside the home of Amelia Pond's Aunt Sharon; Amelia spoke to the Doctor.
"I've got to get back in there!" The Doctor referred to his still injured Tardis. "The engines are phasing, it's going to burn!"
"But... it's just a box!" Amelia responded with sarcasm... "How can a box have engines?"
"It's not a box." the Doctor answered then freed the rope holding the Tardis. "It's a time machine."
"What, a real one? You've got a real time machine?"
"Not for much longer if I can't get her stabilized." the doctor paused then went on to say "Five-minute hop into the future should do it." before he looped the rope around the handles of the door.
"Can I come?"
"Not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll be right back" the Doctor said then, after hoisting himself up onto the police box, prepared himself to jump into the Tardis.
"People always say that." Amy responded causing the Doctor to jump down from the Tardis.
"Am I people?" the Doctor Looked into Amy's eyes. "Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor."
Amelia Smiled, and with belief he would be back in five minutes waited till the blue box disappeared then ran into her home to pack. Just a few things; clothes, and her teddy then back outside where she sat upon her suitcase and waited.
Hours Earlier, the same Day
"I'll be back in three days; the weekend I promise." Somewhere in the same year, on the same planet and at the very same time Amy's conversation with the Doctor took place, a similar yet different conversation was taking place at the home of one twenty-eight year old Donna Noble.
"How long will you be gone for?" Sylvia Noble, Donna's mother was as usual going on with some lecture her daughter was trying to avoid. And Wilfred Mott, Donna's maternal grandfather was as usual trying to keep peace between the two women.
"Oh gee mum, I don't know. Has the duration of three days or a weekend changed since the last one?"
"Donna don't be smart with me..." Sylvia followed Donna around the table. "I know what your weekends turn into. Last weekend I didn't' see you for three months. I had no idea where you were, or when you were coming back."
"Donna will you be back in time for our show on Monday?"
"Yes Gran-Dad I will be, seeing as I am only going for the weekend and that ends on Sunday." Donna has been gentle in her tone until turning to her mother on the word Sunday. "Three days, counting this one. Friday.. Saturday... Sunday.."
"And where will you be love?"
"I don't think you want to know that dad." Sylvia answered with a huff and crossed her arms. "Because to tell you the truth I don't even want to know that."
"I'll be in Cardiff Gran-Dad." Donna shot her mother a look, then smiled at her Grandfather. "It's just me and a few girls from the office, we're spending the weekend in Cardiff. It's Missy's birthday so she wants to celebrate it there."
"But you'll be back for Monday night; Right? Won't yah?" Wilf asked again. Donna was his only grandchild, and as such he thought the world plus of her.
"Of course I will. I wouldn't miss that for the world." Donna grabbed a pair of black heals from under the kitchen table. She may have been oblivious to most others feelings, but when it came to her grandfather there's wasn't anything Donna wouldn't do for him. "You make sure we have them biscuits I like though."
"Of course I will; never let my girl go without her favorite biscuits."
"Donna you know I don't approve of this." Sylvia crossed her arms, then did a once over of her daughter who wore a thigh length black skirt, with an overlapping black and semi see through top. "I mean look at what your wearing? You're asking for trouble..."
"Mum; put a sock in it alright..."
"You know Donna, you think you would have learned..." Sylvia stopped then worked over to her purse saying as she pulled something from it. "Well even if you haven't at least this time you can be protected. Lawyers, Doctor's they all want one thing from their front office." before handing Donna what she had retrieved. "Here, there condoms, use them."
"Mum!"
"Sylvia!" Wilf spoke his daughter's name at the same time Donna had said mum, both of them letting their jaw drop afterward. "What has gotten into you?"
"It's not what's gotten into me that I'm, or you should be worried about Dad." Sylvia motioned to Donna. "it's what's gonna be getting into her; you know those executives will say anything to get into your pants Donna. Or in your case, up your skirt."
"Oh my God I can't believe you just; you gave me condoms in front of Gran-Dad?" Donna's eyes were wide with embarrassment. The least she could have done, her mother, was wait till the man was out of the room. "I can't believe you..."
"What you want to wait till he's out of the room?"
"Um yes." Donna said in a loud tone. "And why do you assume I'm going to be needed those anyway. I'm going to Cardiff with three girls; women mum and in case you haven't noticed not gay here."
I don't have the money to be sending her back and forth to my sister's in Scotland."
"Oh Lord how so many times I wished you were." Sylvia shook her head. "And besides that it's not the girls your going with I'm worried about, it's the men you'll meet there. Oh and don't tell me that Mister what's his face from that office you work for isn't going. If you really are going; to Cardiff that is."
"I don't know why it amazes me how little you think of me." Donna grabbed a sweater from the chair.
"You know Donna, I'm not bailing you out again. I did it once, back seven years ago and I'm not doing it again." Donna's heart dropped. Sylvia had never come out and said to Donna that she knew what the real reason behind her trip to Scotland was. Never once. Just gave her the money to go, and then wired her the money to fly back. That was it. Donna went to visit her Aunt Sharon for a little over a year, and then she came back. End of story. "What? You don't think I know what happened?"
"Mum don't..." Donna shook her head, her words so soft Wilf couldn't hear her.
"Don't what? Donna I'm not daft, you break up with that Stephen what's his name take off to Scotland and all of a sudden Aunt Sharon was able to conceive and have a baby?" Sylvia paused while shaking her head. "No Donna; I will not put up with this behaviour of yours anymore."
"Sylvia stop this." Wilf stepped between Donna and his daughter, his back to his granddaughter who was so angry she was near tears. "I will not have you speak to my Donna like that. Do you hear me?"
"You know dad, you can live in total denial when it come's to Donna; hell you've been doing it for what twenty-eight years now." Sylvia paused. "But one of these days, you and her father are going to wake up and realize she's not that sweet ginger-haired girl you used to bounce on your knee."
"She may not be." Wilf walked towards his daughter with his finger pointed at her. "But I refuse to believe that she's this horrible monster you want me to believe she's grown into, and if that little girl in that picture happens to be my great-granddaughter instead of my granddaughter as you've been hinting at for the past seven years then I am sure as the nose on my face Donna had a reason for making it that way."
"And what's that?"
"You know mum; one of these day's your going to be wrong about me." Donna fought back tears; trying to keep her hard shelled appearance up even as her body trembled with anger and hurt. "And you're going to be sorry for all these horrible things you say to, and about me."
"And here we go with the dramatics..." Sylvia paused. "Donna.. You know what do what ever it is you want to, you always do, and I always bail you out when it comes to the consequences."
"Donna, Love..." Wilf turned to Donna, and helped her on with the sweater she was holding. "It's cold out tonight, why don't you put your sweater on. It'll make your old Grand-Dad feel better if you do."
"Okay gran-dad." Donna sniffled, while her eyes stay steadfast on her mother. "I promise I'll be back for Monday."
"I know dear." Wilf smiled then turned to the back door when he heard a honking of the horn. "I think your friend. Don't forget your bag in the living room."
"Gran-dad I'm so..." Donna answered then hugged her Grandfather. It was the only think she knew to so at that moment. "I love you."
"I know dear, and I love you too." Wilf held Donna tight; patting her back. "You go have a good time, come back and everything's going to be fine."