New chapter, thank you to the two that have reviewed :D enjoy this one, a bit dark a bit fluffy enjoy!
Previous: Up ahead he noticed a slight illumination that was different from the lightning everywhere else in this holding. It had to be the exit. He didn't think he didn't care if he was being careful not to wound, wound anymore; he simply let the Time Lord Fury loose.
Chapter two
His only thought as he let his anger get the best if him was to get Donna out of here and away from this cruel, snatching hands.
He elbowed the nearest face to him, knocking the enemy to the ground with a sickening crunch to the nose. A figure grabbed Donna from behind and pulled on her hair hard. The Doctor swirled around, letting go of Donna only for a second to rip him from his red headed companion. She cried out as the man was ripped from her with a bit of her hair, and he noticed blurredly her hand swinging out, hoping to latch onto him once more.
When she didn't find the familiar form of him however, she panicked and he saw the exact motions of said panic set it. Her face paled, her tears sprung forth and she bolted. His calls for her died before they could sound as a yet another man tackled him to the floor.
'Get off me! Get off me!' He roared as he struggled with the figure atop of him and eventually he gained the upper hand, pummelling the man into the floor, ignoring the splatter of blood the man's head made sprinted off after the retreated ginger.
'Donna! Donna! Come back to me!' He roared down the winding white corridors, until he finally caught up with her again. He grabbed her shoulder from behind and she swung round screaming soundlessly at the Doctor, pushing at him, not realising it was the Doctor.
'It's me Donna it's me!' The Doctor shouted and her face swiftly changed from fear to relief. 'Come on!' He yelled and they ran together in step this time, until eventually they got to the TARDIS.
As soon as they stepped foot through the TARDIS doors the Doctor ran to the console and pulled the TARDIS into the vortex, letting it safely hang there until he could think of their next destination. It was then, breathing deeply and still very highly fuelled on anger and adrenalin, he spun round and loomed over to Donna.
She didn't see him coming.
'Don't let go for anything do you remember that?' He roared ramming her up against the wall with his own body. She cried out as she made impact with the TARDIS wall and blindly looked up towards his face imploring him to stop silently in confusion.
He didn't.
His grip upon her arms was so tight he was bruising her rapidly. He didn't notice. 'Stay in my sight? Remember?' He yelled at her again and yanked her away from the wall and back up against it again with force. She let out a winded scream and shakily held up the psychic paper to him. He simply whacked it out of her hand and grabbing said hand, held it tightly to emphasise his point.
Donna panicked then and let her free hand swing, blindly (literally) landed a slap on the Doctor's cheek. He staggered a little, but didn't let go. Donna whimpered in panic, not knowing how he would react unable to even see his reaction and bowed her head slightly, waiting for something to happen. She was shaking.
He felt the oncoming storm burn like a cruel God beneath his skin, but when he looked down at the beautiful red head before him, frightened and vulnerable, the time lord snapped back to his normal self.
He gently cupped her face, wiping the tears away and felt her relax finally.
'Oh Donna...Donna I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to see me like that, I was just so worried about you, I thought I wouldn't have gotten you back and I can't ever have that happen...I'm so sorry.' He admitted.
She knew he couldn't hear her so she caressed his cheek and leant her forehead against his chest. She was asking for his warmth and comfort of a hug.
He would never deny her.
He encompassed her into his strong arms and felt so many conflicting emotions, love, guilt, protectiveness, admiration, awe and deep, deep longing as he did so.
Gathered in that loving, tight embrace, Donna melded right into his chest and seemingly trying to burrow deep against his chest.
'I've got you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but that wasn't me! I've got you, I can't hear you, but I've got you.' He lamented against her head, seeing only locks of red and amber.
He made sure he rubbed her back extra lovingly, knowing how harshly he had shoved her up against the wall a few moments before.
He's had dreams of pushing her up against the wall, but in these guilty dreams, they were both very much happy about what that meant.
He shook his head, concentrating on soothing the woman he loved in his arms right now. As he continued to rub her back, his hand crept under her blouse and across her soft skin. He could feel the heat from her body's recent impact and laid his cool hand on what he knew would be smarting skin.
They stood like that for quite some time until Donna pulled away. The Doctor reluctantly moved his hand from beneath her blouse.
She looked around pointlessly for the physic paper, which the Doctor swiftly turned to get it for her. He tried to ignore the plea for him to stop still reading on the paper. He passed it over to her.
What are we going to do?
The Doctor shrugged a little, before leading her towards the med bay. 'We are going to see to your head and chest and my arm, then we're going to eat and then go to bed...' She swiftly interrupted holding the paper up swiftly.
What about our senses! I'm not being blind for the rest of my days spaceman!
He simply lowered her hand with a smirk. 'I'll have the TARDIS scan and run all the tests that I can think of whilst we sleep. You need to rest and even I could do with a little sleep now.' He said softly, turning once more to get to the med bay.
As the Doctor watched many screens Donna idly tidied up the messy table tops of the med bay. The Doctor would watch her as her hands glided across the various objects and moved them as good as if she could see.
He was actually very proud of the way she adapted so quickly to losing one of her senses and come to think of it, he had adapted quite quickly too. He would read her lips move then the paper now and he realised that the slightest move she made he would notice. Not that he minded noticing her.
'Donna, over here then, so I can mend that noggin of yours.' He called and she turned in the direction of his voice. She settled on the floor in front of him and leant back against his knees. He stroked her red hair for a moment, before gently parting it aside, and spying the sore looking wound.
'This will sting a little.' He warned before spraying a funny cold liquid on the cut and sure enough it stung as Donna flinched and kneaded his trouser leg with her hand as she waited for the burning to stop.
'Sorry darling.' He muttered as he squeezed the cut tightly, allowing the liquid spray to cauterize over and create a sort of plaster. It wasn't pleasant but it was the best way for it to heal quickly. 'One more spray and that should be it.' And although he couldn't hear her, he knew she moaned.
Behind him the screen buzzed and whizzed excitedly running through numbers and equations and improbable tests to work out why and how their senses had been taken.
However, the screens would be ignored until morning, for Donna yawned suddenly, and the Doctor patted her back to let her know they were done. For now they would have to depend on each other for their missing sense.
The Doctor lead Donna to her bedroom and passed her some night clothes and turned so she could change.
'How do I know you've actually turned around?' She said before she realised he couldn't hear her. It fell to trust.
So she changed and the Doctor took her hand when she patted him on the back and led her down, pulling her quilt up and kissing her softly on the forehead.
'Sleep well okay, and don't try to come to me if you need me, I'm worried you'll hurt yourself, just call me...' He said before Donna rolled her blind eyes and the Doctor groaned. 'Oh...I mean, I'll come to you.'
Donna swiftly held the psychic paper up. How will you know If I need you?
'Ah good point...' The Doctor said and thought silently for a few moments in which Donna drowsed in and out of consciousness.
'Only one thing for it.' He finally summarized and with that lifted Donna up into his arms, marching across the hall to his bedroom. Donna startled as he picked her up but otherwise let him carry her. She would have normally moaned like hell about someone picking her up, but if the Doctor wanted to, then he could, after all, it was quite flattening.
Doctor this is a bit...I don't know...unnecessary isn't it? Donna asked with the now extended part of her, the psychic paper.
'No because if some sort of alarm happened I won't hear it and if you need to I don't know go to the loo, you'll need me won't you.' He said in a tired satisfied voice, plonking her down on the bed.
You're not coming to the toilet with me you outer space perv!
He blushed. 'No I don't mean like in the bathroom with you just like guide you there. Oh I don't know. Shut up and go to bed.' He said and pushed her down playfully. She happily obliged and instantly curled onto her side and pulled the covers up and tight around her.
The Doctor watched with some akin to love in his eyes as the red head did this, and he let the idea play in his head, that even after they get their senses back, this would be the scene awaiting him every night.
He turned the lights off and climbed in behind her. He was stiff for a long, long time, wanting nothing but to cuddle right up against her, but not knowing what their boundaries were anymore. Ever since Donna had returned and he managed to restore her memories, they had been teetering on the edge of something more. But this, this was a new arena all together.
Eventually he let his side brush hers and she leant into the contact. He plucked up the courage.
'Can I...shuffle closer?' He was thankful she couldn't see the massive blush creeping into his face.
She nodded and pulled his arm over her waist in her half sleep.
'Night night my love.' He whispered, kissing her cheek softly when she was nearly completely gone. Donna fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Across the hall, down in the med bay, the screen monitoring the reasons behind their lack of senses suddenly glowed bright red and a low whirring warning sound filtered through the TARDIS, unheard from the two sleeping contently a few rooms away.
To be continued,
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