Here's chapter 3...please enjoy.
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The Doctor woke in his bed, his mind trying to recall the events that had taken place earlier in the day.
Donna had returned, her memories intact; with no recollection of her touching his hand, having her become infused with the Time Lord mind, nor having her memories taken away. Of course, she wouldn't remember the latter no matter what.
He turned over to look at his bedmate, she was still asleep, her one arm under her head the other had been holding his when they went to bed.
It had not gone far, only kisses and fond embraces before sleep came upon them.
He ran a finger down the bridge of her nose, causing her to shift slightly and emit a soft sigh. Slowly she opened her eyes, and smiled.
"Hello." She whispered, stretching out her arms over her head.
"Afternoon, I'm not sure exactly what time it is." He greeted her.
Donna recoiled back and smirked, "Oh sure, the lord of Time doesn't know what time it is." She wrapped her arm around his neck she pulled him to her, kissing him soundly.
The Doctor acted on pure emotion, not denying that this had been what he wanted for ever since she had left him. His love for her was so intense that sometimes when he thought about it, it scared him. It had been and was so much more than he ever felt with Rose.
Which when he asked Donna about Rose, she seemed to be get quiet. It turned out that after the events at Midnight, they had grown closer, well his other self. That Rose returned to her old life, with her mother and gave them her own personal blessing.
He worked out that Donna was from some alternate timeline, where they had managed to save the Earth from the Daleks and yet were able to stay together. She told them that yes, she had been in the TARDIS when it was set to be destroyed, but she had not touched his severed hand. She in fact had flown the TARDIS to and from the Crucible herself.
He was amazed by her, but then again it was never short of amazing for Donna Noble to do anything brilliant.
Pulling away from her, he grinned the way her blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light; it seemed that it was going to be impossible to let her go, but he had to eventually.
He had stumbled upon this timeline by mistake; the eclipse had somehow given him a parallel world. a world that was completely wrong, and yet, it felt as if he couldn't give it up.
The Doctor was a rational man in many aspects, but he was stubborn as well. And rationality and stubbornness were not good bedfellows.
Donna was moving closer to him, not noticing his body tensing involuntarily; she was everything and more to him. She was Donna, and that alone should have made him shrug off real life. He was okay living the fantasy; denial was what he was good at.
It was his friend's, Ben Franklin's, advice "Don't do today what you can put off till tomorrow."
He nodded to himself, ignoring Donna's puzzled look, he loved her, that was that.
The Doctor cupped her cheek, again wanting to express his feelings he had kept within him for so long, but just like before he kept his mouth shut. It was one of those things that he knew he would regret later, but as for now, he figured that words not spoken would work out in the end.
Rose Tyler lived a happy life with his 'other self' because of the words he had not said. It had turned out all right for her.
For Donna he was sure was the same, she lived a life not plagued with the fact that he loved her; nor weighed down by the memories…okay bad example.
But she lived and that mattered.
Now, he just had to decided what was for the best, he knew that sooner or later this timeline would become unstable, and would probably tear a hole in the vortex; for all he knew.
Was he really going to risk the whole of time and space just to stay with her a little while longer?
Wasn't she worth it?
Kissing her tenderly once more, the Doctor got up out of bed, straightening his suit and ignoring Donna's questions.
It couldn't be helped, he had to make things right, as much as he wanted to hold onto his wonderful desire, his hope; he had to leave her.
He remembered that Ben's words were not as he thought; he could not deny the facts any longer.
He entered the console room, rounding the controls, he took no notice of the TARDIS' dreadful hums, she was angry with him. And finally he understood that this had not been an accident, no; she had moved from the vortex, put herself in direct contact of the eclipse and brought Donna to him. A gift for him.
And as angry as he was at her for her actions, he would be forever grateful to her.
"What are you doing?"
He looked up at Donna, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her.
"I'm sorry, Donna." He said, moving his attention back to the monitor, pressing buttons and figuring out when the next eclipse would take place. He was sure that if the eclipse started it all, than it could bring him and her back to where they belong. Both of them alone.
Donna took a precarious step forward, not liking the look in his eyes, she had seen that look before, in Pompeii, when he told her that he could never go back to save them.
It hadn't been hard to figure out that the 'them' meant his people, the ones that died in the Time War. And if he couldn't save them, then Donna came to understood that the Doctor's powers of control were limited, and when he did have the power; situations ended mostly good.
But, Donna did not like the look in his eyes.
It seemed that he had figured out something was wrong and fixing it was causing him pain.
She hated seeing him like this.
"Doctor, please, tell me what I can do." She offered.
He smiled softly, closing his eyes briefly, he looked at her again, "You can't Donna, I'm sorry. I'm the only one that can do something, and I wish I didn't have to, but…" He trailed off and started back to work.
She watched him; hating every gesture of his hands, every movement of his eyes from the screen to the controls and back. She didn't know what he was doing, but in every since of the word, she hated it.
The Doctor stopped immediately, whispering a tiny 'There' to himself, and walked over to Donna, taking her hand in his and with the other pushed back a lock of hair from her face, smiling softly to her.
"Doctor," She began leaning into his touch, "please tell me what is going on?" She was pleading now, begging for him to tell her anything.
He brought her closer to him, feeling her body tense and relax in intervals, as she stared up at him with utter love for him, such a thing he was sure he was not worthy of. With what he had done he knew that for a fact.
The Doctor closed his eyes, kissing her softly on the forehead, still not answering her question.
He tugged her on hand, turning her back towards the hallway.
"Where are…"
Donna didn't finish her question; the look in the Doctor's eyes answered it for her.
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