! its been like a week! i missed you lot. this chapter is uber long (for me) and i hope you like it, this is one of my favourites! i added a epilouge onto this story which you will be getting next time *sniffle*, because i was bored, as my favourite fanfic called Remembering hasn't been updated in ages. *Looks accusingly at Limited by Creativity*. So, i hope you like the chapter!
Journey's End gone Wibbly Chapter 11, Family and Friends
Donna and Jack were curled up on the couch in the hub, long after closing time, watching tv and reading a book. All of a sudden, Donna's head snapped up, and she reached out her arm, and groped for her phone on the coffee table.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked in alarm, as his girlfriend panicked, and madly dialled on her phone.
"I've been back a week, and I forgot to call Gramps!" she near screeched, then added in a more docile tone "And Mum too. And after Rose was there and the Daleks! Oh she's gonna be so mad!" she cried worriedly. She set the phone on speaker, and put it down on the coffee table. After a minute, it began to ring, the noise echoing eerily around the hub. Suddenly an excited elderly man's voice filled the hub.
"Donna! Sweetheart we were so worried! What took you so long to call?" he cried. Suddenly an annoying female voice cut him off.
"How old are you? You do know how to dial a phone don't you? We were worried sick, you ungrateful little-"
"Nice to talk to you too Mum." Donna interrupted wearily.
"Donna sweetheart, where are you?" came the man's voice.
"I'm in Cardiff Gramps." Donna answered, then shot a look over her shoulder at Jack, who had muted the television, and was leaning back on the couch, fingers laced behind his head, a look of sheer amusement plastered all over his face. Donna groped behind her for a pillow, and threw it at him, which made him laugh.
"Donna, is that the Doctor?" Sylvia asked, "let me talk to him." She commanded. Donna paused for a moment, obviously too long for Sylvia.
"Donna? Donna!" she called.
"Love, be quiet." Wilf's voice told her. "Donna, sweetheat, what's wrong?"
"Erm, I'm not in the TARDIS anymore." She muttered tonelessly.
"Well then who's that laughing? You're not some kind of slapper, tell me that's not another boyfriend!" Another shush from Wilf, then his slightly commanding but kind voice told her,
"Sweetheart, why aren't you in the TARDIS anymore?" he asked. "You loved it, why aren't you there?" Donna paused, thinking carefully about her answer for a moment.
"He didn't need me anymore. So, will I come see you, or will you come here?" she said, swiftly changing the subject.
"Donna I-" but Donna cut him off.
"No Gramps, we'll talk later. So you'll come here then? Good I'll meet you at the station, text me when you get the train dates. Oh, and this is Jack by the way." She said grabbing Jack by the back of the collar of his shirt, and dragging him forward, and poked him in the ribs. He yelped quietly, then addressed the phone.
"Um, Hello. I'm Jack."
"Hang on a minute!" Sylvia shrieked, "He's the man from the computer! Why him of all people? Donna, what's wrong with you?" at this point Donna grabbed the phone and spoke hurriedly.
"Bye Mum, Bye Gramps, nice talking to you!" she made a few kissing noises into the phone, then hung up, snapped it shut, and tossed it across the room. She groaned, and leaned back onto Jack's chest, ignoring her headrest shaking with hysterical laughter.
DWDWDW
Donna had, three weeks later, made firm friends with all her works mates, not so much Owen. She laughed along with them at Wilf and Sylvia's faces as the entered the hub by the invisible lift, gossiped along with Tosh and Owen every time Ianto and Gwen were caught holding hands, and gossiped with Ianto and Gwen when Tosh and Owen had been caught in a broom cupboard together.
It was a week or so after Donna had accepted how much her life had changed, when the whooshing filled the hub. Wilf and Sylvia were out sight seeing, and the 'team' sat in the conference room, eating Chinese, surrounded by a sea of wires and heavy clunky machinery. As soon as she heard the sound, which she had managed to pick out from that of the ramshackle machinery set up around them to act as a tracking device or whatnot, she dropped her chopsticks, and vaulted over an engine of some sort, closely followed by Jack. She hurtled herself down the steps, and to the blue box, and waited in front of the door expectantly. But instead of the skinny mop head opening the door, Rose Tyler stepped out in front of her. Her face was stained with tears, and she stressfully ran a hand through her hair, messing it up, but having it fall back to where it had been before. In this short time, Tosh, Owen, Gwen and Ianto had crowded at the top of the stairs, staring in awe at the box, and looks of comprehension dawning on their faces, as they recognised Rose from the video conference. She attempted to speak a few times, and choke back the tears at the same time.
Jack put a hand on her shoulder, and guided her to a chair, pulling it out from under the desk, but realising the prank set by Owen to achieve revenge on Gwen, hurriedly swapped chairs over, and gently pushed the blonde into it. She turned to Donna, her face determined.
"You- you've gotto-You-" she began, then took a deep breath. "You've gotto come back, please, oh please, he's falling to pieces, he's going mad, please, you have to-"
"I don't have to do anything." Donna interrupted, her tone saying that was that.
"Please, he's going mad! He blames himself that you left, he's not… him anymore!" she cried indignantly. Ianto appeared at Donna's side, and pressed a cup of coffee into Rose's hand. How he'd made it so fast, they'd never know.
"Drink it," Donna said gently, "It'll make you feel better." She heard the coffee machine hiss, and knew Ianto had predicted the same as she had, the gears in her head churning, she breathed deeply, closed her eyes, and waited. She pictured in her mind, the mop of unruly brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes sticking out of the doors. Almost on cue as if working with her imagination, she heard,
"Rose where are-" but stopped. Donna opened her eyes, smiled and whirled around.
"Spaceman!" she yelled happily, bounded over to him, and pulled him into a hug. She grinned at him, then grabbed his hand, and yanked him out of the time machine. She pulled him around to face the top of the stairs, and pointed to each of her friend individually as she said their names.
"Er, that up there," she said, pointing up to the pterodactyl, "is Mfamwe!" she turned around to the Doctor and grinned.
"See, I told you you'd visit! I knew you would. You know that means? I was right!" and she proceeded to do some stupid kind of dance around Tosh's computer bank, repeatedly half singing 'I was right'. In her head, she was praying that what she had hoped for had worked. She stopped dancing, and spun around to face the Doctor. He was smiling his trademark grin, and accepted a cup of coffee from Ianto.
"Oh, Donna Noble, yes you most certainly were!"
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