This chapter is sad, just so you have been warned.

Donna had finally fallen asleep; her dreams were all a repeat of what had happened. Without Grace projecting good dreams, she was reminded of what life had been like before her. The Doctor had slept off and on, his eyes red from crying tears he hadn't tried to fight back. Jack had been wandering the TARDIS in a silent daze, trying to forget it all.

In her dreams Grace spoke the softest words, about monsters that deserved to be happy too. In that moment she had wondered how she and the Doctor could create someone so much better than either of them ever had the potentially to be. And she found herself wishing, in a part that she would never share with anyone, that Grace had been just a little more selfish. That maybe there was just a little bit a dark in there that didn't care what the Angels felt, but that was never an option. Grace certainly wasn't perfect but she wasn't unkind or selfish.

Her temper was fire, but most of the time it was slow to come, and fast to leave. Couldn't hold a grudge despite having tried, she had told Donna about a girl that had been mean to her one time when she was left with Jack for a week. But Grace wasn't able to still be mad about it, Donna fought to remember that moment, trying to control her dreams to better times.

"Mommy," little Grace, maybe six, looked up at her.

"What, love?" Donna had scooped her into her arms, saying yet another mental thank you for her.

"A girl told me that I was ugly when I was with Jack."

Donna looked down at her, and though she was beautiful in the traditional sense and beyond, she knew that those words still hurt. "What did you do?"

"I told her that no one is ugly," she informed Donna, " 'less they act like a Triblentizer."

"You called her a Triblentizer ?" Donna wanted to laugh. The poor, mean little thing would have no clue what Grace was talking about.

"I didn't call her that," Grace shook her head. "I said she was acting like one."

Donna sighed and pulled Grace into a tighter embrace. She felt like Grace was smart enough to know that those words meant nothing, but even if her brain was that of a Time Lady, Donna was still her mother. It was her place to make her feel like she was the best thing in the world. "You know that you're beautiful, right?"

"Because I know how to be nice," Grace said agreeably, snuggling into her mother.

"Yes," Donna agreed. "For that and a lot of reasons."

"You're beautiful too, mommy."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Are you still mad at the girl?"

"Grace pulled out far enough to look at Donna, "Am I supposed to be?"

"No," Donna reassured her, but she knew how grudges could be held at the smallest thing.

"Good," Grace said her voice dropping as she fought sleep and resumed her position. "I don't want to be, I want her to be beautiful too."

"I love you, Grace."

"Love you," she murmured into Donnas' chest and Donna knew that she had fallen asleep. She counted her breaths, and felt the double heartbeat against her arm. She would never stop being thankful for her miracle.

She had known then and a thousand other moments that they had taught her too much about how much she should care about others. They had wanted her to show kindness to everyone they met on the travels, but she had taken it farther than they could have imagined. She wished she could have taken a little back, but also knew that she would have done it the same way a million times.

"Donna," the Doctor pulled her from her sleep. "Wake up, love. I brought you some juice."

"Thank you," Donna tried to smile, pushing the sleep from her mind, but hating for the memory to fade.

"You should go lay in bed, Donna."

"I'm fine," Donna shook her head. She wouldn't leave her.

"I'll wake you if something changes, sweetheart."

"Do you think she will?" Donna, looked to her daughters form on the bed.

"Yeah," he agreed though she couldn't tell if he was lying. "She just needs a little more time is all."

"What if she doesn't?" Donna stood from her chair, knowing that she needed to walk if nothing else.

"I don't know," he said honestly looking at the bed. "I really don't know."

Donna kissed his head. "I'm going to find, Jack and check on him. I'll be back."

The Doctor nodded, "Of course. Love you, Donna."

"I love you too," she kissed his head and walked out of the room.

The TARDIS helped her track down Jack, and she found him back to a wall, elbows on his knees. His forehead was resting in his palms and she thought that he might be asleep but he looked up at her. She had never seen him so broken, and she realized she could never really imagine the love that he held for Grace. The love he had carried for twenty five years.

"Anything?"

Donna hated to shake her head no, but she didn't want to lie. She slid down the wall which was warm, it was the TARDIS's way of comforting. Jack didn't ask, he just put his arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head on his chest. She knew he wanted to be the strong one now that she was there but she couldn't let him carry it alone.

"What now, Jack?"

He sighed, warm air ruffling her hair. "We carry on, I guess."

"What if she doesn't…" she couldn't say the words.

She felt his lips and then warm drop hit her head, but she didn't move. He was hurting too, and she wouldn't take away the comfort. "I don't know, honey. How long do we wait?"

"The Doctor won't walk away, as long as there is a chance."

"I don't blame him. Donna, her not being in this world, in our world, it just can't be an option. What is there without her?"

The words reflected her thoughts exactly. Life outside would still go on; there would still be galaxies and plants. There would be things they had never seen and places they had never been, but did that matter. "How do we live?"

"I suppose it isn't an option," Jack murmured. "We have to."