Thank you so much for reviewing! Me and my sister really tried to figure out the right timelines and how long its been since this and that has happened in this story and how old everyone should be so please, if we're wrong, just go with the flow. Oh, and since Rose lied to Doctor the first time they met and told him she was 19 when she was really 17 (it says it clearly in "Fathers Day"), I'm going by her real age, not her made up one. Sorry if this is a bit weird but hey, its Doctor Who! Enjoy!
-Chapter Two-
They both walked into the TARDIS, covered in mud. It had been another adventurous day for the duo. They had encountered Mud Monsters. Or at least, that's what Donna called them. Their real species name wasn't pronounceable to her, or even Doctor. He had stood their for almost five minutes trying to say it right, but then Donna shouted, "Their just Mud Monsters!" So, from that point on, that's what they were. Mud Monsters were just like humans only mud. "No one really knows where they came from, or what they want. Or even what there purpose is, if they have one," is how Doctor described them. They were as tall as Doctor, and varied in strength
Doctor made his way down a corridor, turned, and down another. Donna watched, and once he was gone, she went into her room. After she showered for a lengthy time, she went back out into the console room.
The pregnancy test and clip of his memory was still very much in her mind. She wanted to ask him, but ever since he heard Rose's voice he had been a bit somber, and she knew that if she asked him about it, with him not being able to do anything about it, he wouldn't be the same. But, if she didn't tell him, she would feel very guilty, much like she did ever since she saw the darned test and clip.
She sat in the captains chair and she caught a glimpse of him peering around the console and looking at her curiously, and then back down at the screen. He had a new, crisp suit on, and his hair was spiked up just as usual. He had his glasses on, and his coat was hung across the railing.
"So," he started. "Fun day, eh?"
She didn't answer, having barely heard him. She was deep in thought.
"Donna?" he said. She still didn't answer. "Donna?" he said, louder.
She blinked and looked up at him. As she stared at him and his oblivious knowings, her heart fell into the depths of her stomach. She knew he was a father before, but he had no idea he was now. Right now, as she stared at his confused face. She had to tell him. But she couldn't...it wasn't fair to him. He would know, sure. But he wouldn't be able to hold his child, kiss his child, tuck it in at night, or even know what gender it was, or what it's name was. It was cruelty to tell him. But she was bestowing misery on herself by not telling him. She blinked hard, trying not to cry. This was a lot to deal with. She usually didn't cry. But this was—
"Don't move, Donna."
She looked at him with a confused face. His face had changed from confused to serious.
"Just...don't move," he said, slowly, ever so slowly, moving closer to her. He wasn't looking at her, she noticed. He was looking behind her, above her head. She tensed up, wondering what kind of horror was behind her.
"What are you on about, Spaceman?" She tried to seem calm.
Something touched the back of her head, something wet. Mud slid down her shoulders, and she saw Doctor running at her, but by that point everything started to fade. Mud Monsters didn't do this, not anytime she had seen them. Granted, she only saw them for a matter of hours. When they touched people, one thing happened—they killed that person. She couldn't die. She knew it wasn't her time. She had too many adventures to go on.
She faintly heard him yelling something. She fell to the ground and frankly, it hurt.
The next thing she knew, she woke up on the ground. She quickly looked around, and then she saw the Doctor standing in a pile of mud. She wondered how long it had been.
"Doctor?" she said.
He walked over to her and helped her up. He hugged her tightly, and pulled back.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She didn't think she was. She felt...wrong. Something was off. And when she told him this, he became worried. He told he'd have to go into her mind and help her. He proceeded to tell her he knew exactly what he was doing.
He placed his hands on her head and face. He was in her mind, she could feel it. She felt a thousand times better without whatever the Monster did to her in her mind.
He pulled away, and he stumbled backwards.
She watched him back up even more, and she wondered if it was a side effect of the meld. He leaned against the console. What was wrong with him? What so disturbing about her mind?
He almost ran passed her and down a hallway. She followed him.
He barged into a room, and when Donna entered after him she realized it was Rose's bathroom. In a split second she went form trying to think of ideas to get him out of the room to understanding why he had entered it in the first place. He had seen everything—from the pregnancy test to the clip on her wall. It had been transferred from he mind to his.
She watched him pick the test up, hold it for a few seconds and then carefully put it back down. He walked out of the room and into another. She debated on whether she should follow him again, and after a second she decided, and followed him into the next room. He didn't shut the door behind him or anything.
They had entered a messy room, with an unmade bed and a dresser with pictures flooding the top. As Donna stared at the pictures, she saw mostly the Doctor—but also another man, with shorter hair and a leather jacket.
Doctor walked to the nightstand beside the bed and opened a drawer. He pulled out a small book.
"I swore her I would never read it," he said quietly, while Donna sat beside him, and slipped an arm over his shoulders. She was trying her best to comfort him, but she didn't know if she was helping much. "But I think now its...I don't think I have a choice," he continued.
He glanced at Donna's confused face. "This is Rose's diary."
Donna nodded, and he opened the first page. She only had time to read a few words, and they were as follows;
I met a man today, his name's the Doctor. Or so he says.
He flipped to a page much farther in the book. This one had a few tear stains on it. She read a little more this time;
He's gone, my Doctor is gone. He's turned into someone else, someone I don't know. Someone I'm not even sure I want to know. He isn't him anymore, and I don't know how much longer I'll stay.
At this Donna squeezed him slightly, being supportive.
He flipped to another page, and she read on. But his hand was in the way of some of the page, but she read what she could.
I think he regrets it, what we did. He probably wishes he could take it back now that its morn—
He turned the page rather quickly. But Donna was clever, and it didn't take a genius to know what Rose had been writing about. Now Donna had a bit of closure; it was possible that Rose had become pregnant, and that, most likely, was what happened.
The next page said it all. To Donna's surprise he didn't change the page. She supposed it was because it was what he was looking for.
I haven't told him yet, but I'm pregnant. I'm so scared he'll be mad, or something. We just got back to the TARDIS after our latest adventure; a girl named Chloe who was possessed by an alien in 2012. I know I should tell him, he deserves to know. Maybe I'll do that now...
The rest of the page was blank. He shut the book.
Doctor hung his head low, to where his chin was touching his chest. His lips were pressed together. Donna watched as a he shut his eyes tightly, and a tear fell out of his eyes and onto the cover of the book.