Unexpected Girl by Peyton Halliwell Chapter Two: Memory Cube

Disclaimer: I don't know Doctor Who and I don't get paid for this. Trust me it would be a very different canon if I was in charge.

AN: I was overwhelmed by the demand for more and like the crowd pleasing author I am, I gave in so here you are. I'm not sure how long this story is going to be yet, since I never planned for any serious length. Off we go then on a new adventure.

Donna Noble had been traveling with the Doctor long enough to know he didn't dance around the controls with an idiotic grin on his face and yet he was doing exactly that. "I just need to adjust the input feed," he muttered flipping a switch and using the sonic screwdriver on a bit Donna could never remember the name of. Frowning, Donna stepped into his path and blocked his movements. He blinked at her in surprise and that only made her more irritated,
"Doctor," she said in a deathly serious voice, "You are going to stop and tell me what is going on right this second." Noting, that the Doctor was forcing himself to calm down, Donna stepped back to give him some room and crossed her arms.

The Doctor nodded and collected his thoughts, trying to bring his mind back into focus, but right now it didn't seem to want to work like that. So instead what he was sure was a silly grin spread over his face as he held up the elegant cube for Donna to see, "This Donna Noble is a data cube. Once I fix a few features in the TARDIS, I'll be able to read the information." "But what's on it Doctor?" Donna asked, drawing his attention back to her even as he adjusted the scanner settings, "Who gave it to you." Those questions brought the return of his grin and he grabbed Donna's upper arms, swinging her around and probably scaring her to death.
"This cube was given to me by my future daughter!" He rubbed his neck and looked up in joy, shock and awe, "Imagine me becoming a Dad again, but clearly I do since one Hopevitavertyler came and gave me this cube." He tenderly set the cube onto the console and grinned as it hooked into the scanner properly, "And this cube Donna holds the way to get back to Rose."

Frowning, Donna stepped up next to him carefully as if approaching a wild animal. Leaning over carefully, she studied his face as he watched the information slowly upload into the scanner. She noted that he was rocking impatiently on the balls of his feet like a little child. "I thought you said it was impossible," she said suddenly to him, "That you couldn't get to that universe even if you wanted to." He nodded but the scary, happy grin remained,
"I did say that didn't I, well I guess I'm wrong." He dashed to the other side of the TARDIS controls and hit another switch, "Because if it was impossible, Hopevitavertyler would have no Mum in this universe and therefore not exist and that Donna Noble would be a paradox and we can't have that now can we." Smirking, Donna crossed her arms and watched the Doctor,
"So your future daughter gave you an instruction manual on getting her mother back to this universe so you can knock her up." The Doctor looked up at her sharply, gaping at her words and Donna laughed, "First time I've seen a bloke excited about using a manual."

It took the Doctor a whole seven-point-two seconds to recover from Donna's very... Donna speech before he dashed back to the scanner and sighed, "What is taking so long"
"Maybe the TARDIS doesn't like manuals," Donna said from behind him with a shrug as she sat back in the jump seat, "Mind you I'd think she'd enjoy the chance at you actually knowing what you are doing." The Doctor ignored that comment and stared at the screen, "A watched kettle never boils," Donna added making him look over at her with a surprised look. He shook his head, but smiled a bit at her. Donna Nobel may be odd, but in her own way she was good company. She utterly refused to let him sulk and be miserable. A sudden beeping from the scanner made him turn it sharply as the readouts appeared on the screen. "Told ya," Donna said, "See all you had to do was stop staring."

Coming Soon: Three Step Program