Title: Silence in Time part 5

Author: Flydye8

Pairings: Doctor (9)/Donna/Doctor 2.5

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own them I never will own them I just borrow them for a bit

Summary: Donna Noble and John Noble must team up to find the Doctor (9) before the Sphere comes and causes silence to envelope the Earth.

Authors Note: This takes place in the parallel world after "Journeys End" this is also beta'ed by my wonderful friend Rei (aka thenoblethang) Thanks a bunch

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Previously

Silently they continued to creep forward, hearing sounds coming from the other side of the swinging door that led to the kitchen. Taking one step away from the door facing it, he signaled for Donna to swing it open.

Donna nodded and proceeded to push it forcible as John ran forward surprising the occupant inside.

John rushed forward with a loud "AHHHGH!" causing the occupant of the kitchen to drop a teacup, which crashed to the floor.

John stopped suddenly, umbrella posed to strike. "Rose, what the hell, are you doing here?"

Donna appeared behind him at the end of his statement and saw Rose standing startled with one of John's collared shirts on, obviously naked underneath.

Rolling her eyes Donna exclaimed, "Well obviously she was hoping to get some sex from you, John."

Ignoring Donna's comment, Rose responded John's question. "I came over talk with you and have some tea. When I found you not home I decided to come in and wait for you."

"You broke into my flat to talk to me. I don't believe you. Why are you really here, Rose?" John asked, lowering the umbrella.

She sashayed seductively toward John and caressed his chest. "Not too long ago you would have loved to have me in your kitchen, wearing only your shirt."

Pulling her hands away John took a step backwards and asked again, "Why are you here?"

Rolling her eyes she flipped her hair off her shoulders. "I came looking for the Doctor."

Donna stepped forward becoming more irritated with the young woman. "I have told you I am not that Donna."

Rose sighed as she pulled another mug out of the cupboard, "I know that now, especially being in your flat. Nice photos of your family by the way, your mom looks just like the woman I knew from my world. I must say your husband looks very handsome." Looking at John she smiled devilishly. "Did you know that she is married to a very sexy man?"

Donna rushed forward to slap the grin off Rose's face when John grabbed her arm stopping her before she could follow through. "No, Donna. She isn't worth it."

She shook him off and Donna moved dangerously close to Rose. "If anything is disturbed in my flat, blondie, watch yourself because next time John will not be able to stop me," she hissed.

Turning away from the infuriating blonde Donna addressed John as she walked out of the kitchen. "I will wait for you in the living room."

Watching her walk out of the room John wished that he could go after her but Rose needed to be dealt with. He turned toward his former lover with anger in his eyes.

Rose stepped back in response to his anger, and was about to say something until he grabbed her arm and lead her into the bedroom, slamming the door.

Throwing her clothes at her John spat, "You must be the most insensitive woman I know, now get dressed and leave."

Rose put on her clothes confused, "I don't know what is Donna's problem, all I did was see if the TARDIS was in her place."

"Her husband and her mom were converted during the Cyberman invasion the first time you and the Doctor were here the photos are the only things she has left of them," he responded angrily.

Putting her hand to her mouth Rose gasped. "I didn't think…"

"No, Rose you didn't think. This obsession with the Doctor has made you blind to others."

"I should go and apologize."

"No, Rose. You need to go and avoid Donna, because she is right. I won't be able to stop her next time; I won't even try."

He turned his back to her so she could finish getting dressed.

"What is the important thing that you were transferred for?" Rose asked.

"You don't need to know. Are you done getting dressed?"

"Yes, I am," she responded.

John picked up the shirt she discarded on the floor and threw it into the hamper. "It is time for you to go."

"Okay I will go but I will see you again John Noble." Rose stated as she left the room with John in her wake.

He followed her to the front door and opened it. "Good bye Rose."

Holding her head up high Rose stated as she exited, "She will never make you happy."

Without replying John shut the door. Leaning his forehead on the door he whispered, "She has already started to make me happy."

Moving into the leaving room he saw Donna standing at the window watching Rose cross the street to her car.

Observing the room as he entered, he said, "I am sorry she upset you, Donna. She is just a bit obsessed with the Doctor."

Looking at him Donna watched as he moved around the room looking for something she was about to ask what he was doing when he reached a picture on the fireplace mantle. Reaching behind it he felt for the small device he knew would be hidden there. Pulling it out he showed Donna and gestured for her to continue.

Nodding her head in understanding she began talking again, allowing her hurt feelings to be set aside for a while. "Just a bit obsessed. I would say she was more than that."

Moving to his desk John grabbed a strange looking instrument and turned it on and started to scan the rest of the room. "Yes, I would have to agree, but in many ways she never grew up after the Doctor left her here."

Following him Donna continued, "How could she go into my house and touch my things? That is just wrong."

In the kitchen John brought the device to the table and seeing a green light appear, he pulled out another listening device. "Put her out of her out of her mind we have better things to do."

"Like what?" She questioned as she followed him into the bedroom.

"Well, I would really like to get to know you better."

"So what do you want to do, go on a date or something?"

"Or something," John replied as he moved to the wardrobe.

"What type of date would you like to go on, John?"

He reached behind the wardrobe and handed the next bug to Donna before replying, "Oh I don't know dinner, dancing, maybe a bit of kissing."

"Who's to say that I would let you kiss me? I hardly know you," she replied with a coquettish smirk.

Following his instrument he scanned the room one last time. He went to his hamper and pulled out the shirt Rose was wearing and found the last listening device. "Well you are in my bedroom so I think a kiss may be in order."

John pointed to the vase of flowers on the side table; Donna hurried to get it and brought it to John. He dropped the listening bugs into the water they fizzled going dead. Putting the vase back on the table Donna turned toward John.

"So, are you going to kiss me?"

He walked up to her and pulled her close. "Yes, I am," he replied.

He bent down and kissed her fully, loving the way her lips melted against his. He moved his hands up and intertwined them into Donna's hair as she grabbed the lapels of his suit and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a gentle probe of her tongue.

Moaning, John pulled away waiting for the slap he was sure to receive from Donna. To his surprise, she smiled.

"Feel free to kiss me like that anytime, handsome."

Chuckling he replied, "Well I just might have to do that. But for now I think I should pack. Jack isn't going to wait long."

Donna watched as John packed his clothes and contemplated the kiss they just shared. His lips ignited her flames of passion that she long thought were extinguished since her husband's death. Thinking of her late husband she waited for the feeling of guilt that she always experienced when she was with another man. Finding that no guilt was emerging, she breathed a sigh of relief; maybe it was time to move on.

Thinking about the man in front of her, Donna wondered why she felt drawn to him and concluded that it was how he treated her that caused her to take notice of him. In the short amount of time she has known John, he had comforted her, stood up for her, and done so without making her feel inadequate.

The kiss felt right and she hoped that he would follow through on the statement that he would do it again.

Watching John move to the wardrobe, she saw him pull out some jeans and some collared shirts and a put on worn black jacket that seemed to reach the floor.

Curious about it she asked, "So what is with the long coat?"

Smiling he replied, "The pockets are bigger on the inside." Seeing her questioning look he continued, "Before I was left here I asked the TARDIS to create another jacket similar to the Doctor's with pockets that are trans-dimensionally enhanced.

He reached into the side table of his bed and pulled out leather bound book. "Thank goodness it is still here."

Donna watched as he placed the book in the pocket of his coat effectively hiding it.

Shaking her head Donna smiled, "So your pockets are bigger than most people's pockets."

"Oh yes, they are," John replied with a mega watt grin.

"So what is in the book?"

"It is how we are going to find the Doctor from this world, inside it has a description of the place I visited during my vision," John stated as he zipped up his suitcase.

"Good. Now that we have it, let us head over to my place."

"After you," John stated as he gestured to the bedroom door, grabbing his suitcase and bug detector before following Donna out the door.

Once down on the street John hailed a taxi. "I think we should rely on public transportation till we get back to the Copperfield foundation. If Torchwood bugged my flat I am sure that put tracing devices on my car as well.

"Do you think they did the same to my house and car?" Donna inquired as they got into the taxi and she gave the driver her address.

"Since Rose was in the apartment, I think it is a good probability that they have." John turned to face her. "That being said I think we should keep up the pretense that we intend to be lovers to misguide Torchwood."

"Oh I have every intention on being your lover," Donna said before clasping her mouth with her hand and turning red with embarrassment.

John smiled even more broadly arching his eyebrow toward his hairline.

Donna quickly justified, "I mean so that Torchwood will stay off our trail and not interfere."

Allowing her justification, John replied, pretending not to be overjoyed to hear her Freudian slip, "Of course, of course."