Chapter 8: The Doctor Donna

A/N: Thanks for the review!

Everyone get the idea that I don't own the show? Cool.


Jack stared in shock, mouth dropping to the floor. How could he have been so clueless as to what happened? His mind scrambled to think of something clever to cover up the story. "Y – you passed out and I… I…" he could see Donna wasn't buying it. He wasn't sure what to do! He couldn't think of anything that would logically explain what happened without triggering something in her mind.

Martha hurried over to the balcony, leaning over as if getting a better look would clarify she had indeed heard a familiar voice. She gaped at the sight. "What have you done?" she whispered to herself. This wasn't good! Not at all! "Jack..?" Martha scurried down the stairs. "Jack..?!"

But before anything could be done, there was a bang as the doors burst open and out charged the Doctor, followed by three companions.

"Captain Jack Harkness I –" The Doctor cut himself short, seeing Donna in the room. Great. Donna must've heard him. He couldn't go any further. What if she remembered.

Donna crossed her arms. "What the hell is going on here?!" she demanded from Jack. "And why did he call you Captain? And Harkness? He's Jack Goodman!" Donna watched as Jack turned to face her, a guilty look on his face. Donna gasped. "You lied to me?" It wouldn't be too bad if it were something simple like he had a birthday to attend to instead of spending the night with her or some other white lie, but his name? Of all things to lie about, his name? "I guess you're not even a lawyer…" Donna spoke in an angry tone.

Jack held his hands out in front of her as if to stop her from doing anything rash. "Donna, listen, I can explain ev-"

Donna scoffed. "Please! If you really cared, you'd tell me the truth from the beginning." She couldn't believe what was going on. "Captain Jack Harkness – if that is your real name," donna paused. A migraine instantly formed in her mind. She put her hand to her head. Something was returning. Something from her dreams.

"Captain Jack. Don't. Just… Don't."

Jack's face came up on a computer screen, as well as several other people. One she recognized being here; Martha. Martha, Jack, Harriett Jones,

"Captain Jack. Don't. Just… Don't."

That voice! Who was the man behind the voice?

"Captain Jack."

Donna got an image of a man in a trench coat, blue pinstripe suit, and spiky hair. The Doctor. It was the Doctor! He… We were friends and he…

Donna got a series of flashbacks; She was in a big room with all sorts of contraptions. The Console. That's where she first met him, in her wedding dress. There was a big blue police box. The TARDIS. The flashbacks continued, reminding her of all the things she did as she and the Doctor ventured through time and space. Her mind continued to throb, pounding, burning, it was all much too painful for her.

"Donna? Donna!"

Jack? Donna found herself leaning against Jack, not sure of what was going on. Feeling a bit dizzy, she pushed herself up, only to fall back against him. This was too much for her. "I…"

The Doctor hurried over, using his sonic screwdriver to scan her. "She's remembering." He solemnly announced. "Donna, you have to stop –"

Donna raised an eyebrow. There was something about him, a glimmer in his eye. Something from the The Doctor she remembered. "Who are you?"

"It's best you don't know." The Doctor held her arms, peering into her eyes to get a better look.

"You're the Doctor, aren't you?" Donna asked, angrily.

The Doctor gave her a guilty look, but quickly headed back to work. "She's in trouble Jack. It seems like this could be it…" he used the screw driver again.

"Doctor!" Donna was taken back. "I remember now. You took away my memories!"

The Doctor was taken aback. He wasn't too pleased to be the one Donna was getting angry at. "I –"

She began to take a few wobbly steps forward "I know it was for a good reason, but… But do you know how… how… how…" Donna's words slowly slurred until they became muffled, until she finally fell forwards. Luckily for her, the Doctor caught her.

The Doctor tried to remain calm, but it wasn't working. "Martha! I need you to take a look at her!" the panic could be heard in his voice.

Martha nodded. "Follow me! We have a medical bay!" she hurried off.

Jack sat by Donna's side, holding her hand. He still couldn't believe what had just happened.

"if that is your real name."

Jack could feel his heart dropping to his stomach. She wasn't supposed to know, she wasn't supposed to remember. Her words stung him worse than any other alien he'd battled, any other woman or man who've tried to make him feel bad for something. What was worse was that Donna wasn't saying anything. Now, she looked like she was in serious pain. "Donna? Donna?" he put his hands on her shoulders to see if she could respond to him. He really didn't want to go through this again. What was she thinking about? What was she remembering?

Suddenly, Donna tipped over. Luckily, Jack caught her, leaning her against him.

"How bad is it?" Jack asked the Doctor.

The Doctor hurried over, examining her. He didn't want to touch her – you could never be too sure what would happen. "She's remembering. I can tell you that much. As to what, or how severe, I couldn't say." There was a hint of worry in his voice.

Finally, Donna awoke. As she remembered the Doctor, both he and Jack took a quick glance at each other. This wasn't a good sign. Donna began to talk when she fell over again.

Jack had felt absolutely powerless in this situation. What could he do? There wasn't much of an option for him. He continued to just sit next to Donna, holding her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently, thinking of that kiss they shared before the Doctor came back.

Sure, if the Doctor hadn't of showed up they'd be having a great time today. Maybe they'd go out for a coffee, or a date or something. But it had been a good 12 hours, and Jack hadn't slept. Wasn't able to sleep. How could he?

Jack just when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Martha.

"You should get some rest." She spoke softly. Why? It wasn't like Donna was going to wake up any time soon.

"I can't. I tried."

"Please Jack. It isn't good if you don't."

Jack sighed and got up. He was about to open his mouth when Martha interrupted him.

"She'll be fine, I promise. She's in good hands. Don't worry, she's not going anywhere."

And with that, Donna escorted Jack back to his room.

Meanwhile, in the TARDIS that was parked in Torchwood, the Doctor was sitting at the chair by the console once again, thinking of Donna. River came up beside him, slipping her hand in his. "Are you alright?"

The Doctor let out a little, "I'm alright." Alright.

"Is alright special Time Lord code for… Really not alright?"

The Doctor had a quick flash of the Library incident. Donna, River. He sighed. "I've wondered if what I've done was the right thing. If she's better now with her mind erased. There was no other option, really, she would have burned, but…" the Doctor put his face in his hands.

River put a comforting arm around her husband. "There was no other choice. Of course you did the best thing for her." She brought him in close. "I'm sure anyone else would have done the same."

A small puss of yellow light rolled out of Donna's mouth.

The Doctor Donna.