Chapter 5: Burning Migraine and Accidental Phone Calls
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Jack lead Donna back to her car, her arm entwined in his. "I hope you enjoyed yourself." He couldn't stop thinking of how graceful her dancing was. He heard of how rough and tough she was from Martha the day they had left the Doctor. She was feisty, full of spunk, and yet she could dance without stomping on his toes or being rough on the floor.
"I did. It was much better than I expected." Donna smiled. With her free hand she pulled Jack's jacket tighter around her. It had gotten chilly and he had offered it to her.
Jack raised an eye brow. "What were you expecting?
Donna shrugged. "Not sure. Something typical; dinner in a restaurant, a movie – something dull and over done."
That made Jack feel better. He'd have to use the feed back to do something even better. He looked up to the stars, wondering if the Doctor could see them. If he'd try to stop them from doing this again.
"There's Draco," Donna pointed up to the stars. "Vega, Polaris."
Jack peered down to her. "How do you know all this?" he inquired.
"My Gramps uses a telescope. He has since I can remember. All night we'd sit outside and he'd show me the constellations, tell me their stories and their latitudes. He loves the stars. Still to this day he sits up on his hill and watches them. Although now, he's a bit more into aliens." Donna chuckled at the last sentence. "Aliens! Blimey, if aliens were real they'd be walking around the Earth already. We'd have better spaceships, and flying cars, and hover boards." Donna laughed.
Jack chuckled just to follow along. Oh if you could only remember. He stopped at the entrance between the waist high hedges. "I guess this is it." He turned to face Donna.
"I guess so." Donna removed the jacket and gave it back to Jack.
He held up his hand in protest, but Donna shook her head. "I'll only be outside for a moment."
Jack accepted it and put it on. He paused, not sure exactly what to say. "Good night." He smiled – a handsome one at that. He opened his arms to hug Donna again, but quickly remembered, She doesn't remember., and put them back at his sides. Instead, he held his hand out t o be shaken.
Donna smirked – she was glad it wasn't too bright – otherwise he'd see her blush. "You can hug me if you want." Donna smiled.
Jack's heartstrings were pulled. He kept the smile on his face, yet on the inside, he was choking up. It took him a moment to realize something wasn't normal; Donna's expression became a painful one. "Donna?"
Donna had an image in her mind. The dream. Why was the dream she had causing this? It never did this before!
You can hug me if you want.
Something wasn't right. Something about that dream wasn't right.
You can hug me if you want.
She had said that in her dream… to… to Jack! She had said it to Jack before in her dream! But she had it long before she met him – several times before she met him. How could that be possible? Was she psychic now?
You can hug me if you want… No really, you can hug me.
And what was with the pain in her head? She never had the pain in her head before now. Why was it there all of a sudden? It was as if her mind was on fire – burning! She couldn't take it. Donna put her hands on her head as if it would make it stop.
"Donna." She could hear a faint voice. "Donna, are you alright?!" It became louder.
Donna felt as if she had a falling dream – the kind where while you sleep you feel like your falling, and awake in a panic. She found herself crouched down on the sidewalk, hands on either side of her head, and Jack on his knees right beside her. He was worried. It made her feel a pang of guilt and embarrassment. They had just met and she had collapsed on the floor!
"Donna?" he wiped the tears from her eyes. "Donna what just happened?"
"I… I don't know…." She tried to recall it. "I said something and… and it reminded me of the dream I've been having." She sat herself up on the ground. "And I had a terrible migraine."
Jack appeared more worried than before. "Do you want me to take you to the –"
"No, no, I'll be fine." She interrupted. "I don't need a doctor." She waved him off, getting up on her feet.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" he offered.
"No, that's fine. I'll be alright thanks." Donna waved it off.
Jack was nervous; she had so easily returned to normal, as if it was nothing. Was she trying to be tough?
"Alright. I guess I'll see you later." Jack put his hands on his hips.
Donna brushed herself off. "Yeah… Yeah, I'd like that." She smiled. "Bye."
…
Jack's face was held in his hands. He wasn't sure if he should go back and see her or not. He didn't want to accidently say something and make her burn, but at the same time he really wanted to see her again. He wasn't sure; it had been two days and he had even lost a bit of sleep over it.
He could see the new members Martha Jones and Mickey Smith walking through the hub – they had just joined the night before and were getting themselves acquainted to the area. He admired them from his seat – he had heard that before Rose had met the Doctor, she and Mickey used to date. Once the Doctor came along, she left him and jumped into the TARDIS, flying away on adventures. Sure, she came back, but he could only imagine what Mickey must've felt, especially after hearing him say there was nothing left for him – including Rose. And Martha – having feelings for the Doctor and him not having them back. Listening to him talk of Rose, living in her shadow, watching him with that school nurse. Wow. He was happy they had finally found each other. He watched as they exchanged information before he made it back to Cardiff. Sure, he thought he might end up with Martha, but she seemed much happier with Mickey.
"How you feelin' Captian?"
Jack sat up before replying to Mickey. "I'm alright, you?"
Mickey and Martha stood inn front of his desk. "You don't looks so good." He stated, noticing no smile on his face and the tired expression.
Martha piped up. "Are you sure you're okay?"
They know what happened. He overheard Gwen and Ianto talking about it last night. "I… yeah.."
Martha raised an eyebrow. She had never seen him like this. At least not while he still looked human. The Face of Boe – a fantastic creature who had seen the world was now down in the dumps and ready to give up.
"Maybe it would be best if you didn't see her." Mickey suggested.
"Don't listen to him!" Ianto called from over the railing. "Just see if she remembers."
All of a sudden the phone rang. Jack looked at the caller ID, eyes wide. "What do I do?!"
Ianto raced down the stairs calling, "Pick it up! Pick it up!"
Jack answered the phone as Martha came closer to listen in. "Hello?"
There was some muffling in the background; too muffled to make out, but it was easy to make out one voice. "Oi! You come back 'ere! It's not funny! You cackling witch!"
"Hello?" Jack was amused – there was rugged Donna. Must be upset. Guess someone dialed his number.
"Sorry bout this. My friend decided she was gonna be a pain today."
"That's alright." Jack peered up to Ianto, who motioned for him to go on. "How've you been?" As Donna chatted away he could see Ianto motioning to ask her to go out again. "I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere tomorrow night?"
"I can't, I'm busy." Donna replied. "And I will be for a few more days. I have to help my friend move to her new apartment and go to a Wedding. And work of course."
"How about Thursday next week? At…" Jack thought for a moment. Where could he take her? Apparently she wasn't one for movie dates or simple dinners. Something different. Something special. "the Fox Trot?"
"Yeah." Donna replied. Jack thought he could hear a smile in her voice.
"I'll meet you there at 5."
"Sounds good."
"Okay, bye." Jack waited for Donna's farewell before hanging up the phone. What have I done? "I think I just made a mistake…" Jack bit his lip.
"You dance, you have fun – what's the worst that can go wrong?"
A/N: =) Hope you enjoyed this one. Just a little filler for you guys. Please review – and any advice or comments or suggestions you have are welcome.
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