Donna Noble

Part 1

Donna Noble was sitting on the park bench. It was old and simple in design, and yet it remained very comfortable. Donna threw the newspaper she was reading down next to her in frustration. She forced herself to lean back, close her eyes and just relax.

Her mind was a wonderful place, full of memories of events that had forged the strong, confident, independent woman that was Donna Noble. She reminisced about these events a lot recently.

There was the time when her father had told her he was leaving. She had cried that night, but her granddad had told her that she had to be strong, and strong she had been.

Then there was those awful pig-tails that she had refused to put down as a child, and that had made her the victim of some cruel young students in her primary school years. Yet, when the bullies picked on her she would hold her ground, not afraid to take a swing at a few of them. She had won quite a few fights in those days.

And of course, as she grew up, she remembered her good old granddad telling her never to change. That was a mantra that she took to heart, and she never did change. She stayed as strong as ever, and if people didn't like her, then that is their bloody problem, I'nt it?

Her endurance and personality were a force to be reckoned with. These traits alone assured her a spot as temporary secretary at the highly esteemed H.C. Clements firm in London. She held great pride in this position.

Of course, being alone did hinder her steady progress and success in life. And she knew that she couldn't stay alone forever. In a feat that she often boasted about, she managed to work her 'magic' on Lance Bennett, quite the catch in her office. And soon, without all of the sappy emotions that she felt were unnecessary, they were engaged.

Their wedding was perfectly designed as a union of a power couple. The Church and ceremony was flawless. And everything was set for the climactic moment when she would walk down the long, prestigious aisle in her immaculately traditional wedding dress.

She recalled all of the heads turning towards her as she appeared. And she remembered the superior feeling she absorbed as she saw the looks of awe, and jealousy, of course, on all of the faces. And so she began her walk towards the groom and her future, and then…

…Nothing…

Her memories failed for her there in a huge gaping hole like she had never experienced. The next thing she knew she was married and at her reception…but that wasn't it exactly, something was still wrong. She could see herself at the reception but something was omitted from this memory. It was as if someone had taken scissors and cut something, or someone, out of the images that her memory provided. Then there was a loud sound, momentary fear, and…

…More of the impossible blankness…The memories simply failed to be there. It was as if part of her did not exist. The next thing she knew Lance Bennett was dead and she was eating Christmas dinner. But for the life of her she couldn't remember how he died.

After that, the blank voids that eclipsed her mind seemed to stop. Her memory appeared to be restored. She could recall a linear progress of event. How she had tried to explore the world, but really could never get around to it. Even more as she pursued life, and the feeling that something was missing that was present in that stage of her life.

Donna sighed, and opened her eyes. She didn't feel any better, but hell, what did a few bloody memories matter. She was Donna Bloody Noble, and she would eat her left foot before she let these stupid momentary blanks get in her way.

Donna lifted her elaborate purse and reached into it, pulling out a few pieces of torn bread. Determined to have a relaxed day, Donna tossed the pieces onto the crumbling cement path before her.

A few cute and furry chipmunks, plump with domestication of the amenities in the park, appeared. The waddled their way over to the crumbs and began to chow down.

Donna stomped her foot on the ground, her face turning a bright crimson. "Oi!" She bellowed at the helpless critters. "What the 'ell do you think your doin'. Those crumbs were for the BLOODY BIRDS!"

The chipmunks scrambled away, filled with terror from the horrifying woman. Sighing, Donna sat back down, and once again reclined and tried to remember.

She recalled her dabble into the art of investigation. Specifically when she began to investigate the curious new Adipose diet pills. She did plenty of research and achieved strange findings. Her research called for more drastic measures. She recalled breaking into the offices. She stealthily approached the office. Slowly she went up and peered through the window, and found herself looking directly at…

…Nothing…only this nothing was far worse than before. This nothing expanded from that point across a huge portion of her memory. It was simply gone, leaving no traces behind.

Eventually her memory picks up. Her next marriage. Winning the lottery. Her husband's lapses in fidelity. Her inevitable divorce. Then, her granddad's death. Her depression. Her memory definitely picked up, but she had never been the same. As long as these parts of her were missing, deep down in her heart Donna knew she could never keep her promise to her granddad and never change, because losing those parts had changed her.

"You Donna Noble?"

Donna looked up. A kid was standing in front of her. Her was scrawny and his nose was smudged with dirt. In his arms her carried a small brow package.

"No I'm Pippa Middleton!" Donna sarcastically declared. "Yea, I'm Donna Noble. What you want?"

"A strange man asked me to give this to ya. Here!" The kid thrust the parcel at Donna. He proceeded to jump on his bicycle and ride away.

Donna thought how strange that was, but that was only the beginning. Suddenly, she saw a figure sprinting towards her. He was covered in a large brown cloak, the tail of which was flapping wildly behind him. A large hood shrouded his face. The man attacked her. Donna screamed, beginning to beat at him with her fists. The man wrenched the parcel free of her, then turned around and ran away.

Still aching and raving, muttering profanities under her breath in anger, Donna stood up. She stormed off down the path, towards the gate of the park. Only then did she hear a faint, vaguely familiar undulating noise. The noise grew louder and louder. The next thing she knew, a police box, as blue as the ocean, was in front of her.

How in the world did that get there? Wait a moment, What in the world was a police box even doing in London in 2011. This day had become a nightmare of attacks and oddities.

Then, a man stood in front of her. Behind him, the Police Box door was ajar, and a face of a flaming haired girl stared out. The man was clearly a freak, as he had floppy brown hair and a bowtie that Donna immediately abhorred. The man was staring all over in amazement and bewilderment, with a giddy, childish grin on his face. Then the man, suddenly noticing Donna, jumped a little. He looked back at the Police Box ginger, who nodded. Then he turned back to Donna, his head tilted like a curious dog.

"Donna Noble?" The goofy young man asked.

"Yea!" Donna said with attitude. "Who wants to know?"

"Exactly" The man said, and began to laugh like a maniac.