"The Six" AU
'Journeys Converge'
Chapter Ten
- The Wrath of Donna -

A/N: I don't own squat, except what I write.
Donna… is pissed off. Fair warning.

Tea. It's one of the more respectable things one can make. Keeps you centred. Keeps you civilized. On the other side of the world, there were entire ceremonies devoted to it for various reasons. This side, though, was more along the lines of a preparation for an emotional siege. Well, that's what it felt like for Donna at any rate.

She tried to explain it to her mother. Even got as far as telling her how much she'd changed, though not as far as telling her about her double heart status. Might be too much just yet. Still, Sylvia seemed to understand what happened to make Donald come into existence. Which was all fine and dandy, up till she told her about the mental powwow. Sylvia was sceptical about Donna having the Doctor's memories, true, but she seemed to be completely mortified that Donald had all of hers.

So, when Sylvia blew out the back door, Donna kept with the preparation while peeking out the back window. She heard the no nonsense attitude her mother gave, and eyed Gramps as he led the Doctor and Rose inside. Martha stayed with Donald, much to her amusement. She didn't know whether to be pleased or disturbed. Martha was all right, for an actual doctor. She liked her fire.

Donald, on the other hand, she could tell he was twisting. It was really really odd, but everything she ever heard or read about twin-sense seemed to be appropriate, and even amplified with him. Strange part was, it wasn't that way with the Doctor. Maybe it was due to the fact that he and Rose were Married? No, that's not the word. Bonded. Yeah, that's right. A proper mixing of everything…

"She did not just slap him!" Donna hissed, nearly shattering the china teapot in outrage. While it was satisfying to see Martha instantly retaliate, that wasn't near enough in her opinion. "This shite stops now," she muttered. Balling her fists, she headed out the back door.

Wilf ushered Rose and the Doctor into the sitting room and waited till they were all seated. "So, what's with all that?" he asked without preamble. This twin brother thing seemed to be rather important for some reason.

The Doctor decided to be succinct and to the point about things. "The short of it is, Donald is my clone."

"Like that sheep thing I read about a while back?" Wilf asked with a tilt to his head.

"Yes, but done differently," Rose nodded. "The how's and why's don't really matter at this point, but Donna was part of what happened."

Wilf blinked. "In what way?"

"She caused it," the Doctor said.

"Not in a bad way," Rose added. seeing Wilf's reaction.

The Doctor nodded. "She was part of the process of what happened. This resulted in a duplicate of me, with all of my memories. But, since she was the catalyst, Donald also has all of her memories as well."

Wilf's head reared back. "So that hug he did…"

"Was him recognising you as his grandfather," Rose said pensively with a nod.

The Doctor picked up the thought. "And, that's why he backpedalled at the end of it. He's kind of… stuck… being two people at the same time."

"And Donna just told Sylvia," Wilf said wide eyed in a hush, standing up awkwardly. He made it two steps when they heard the back door bang, followed by a hushed rant from Donna. "Bugger," Wilf muttered. He made it to the kitchen when Sylvia was forcibly steered back into the house.

"Unhand me," Sylvia protested, trying to twist her arm out of her daughter's grip. "You're hurting me!"

Donna kicked the closest chair a bit away from the kitchen table and sat her mother in it. "Sit down. Shut it. And listen to me!" she said angrily. "I will not have you treat him the same as you've treated me all these years. I wont have it!" she shrieked.

"Donna, sweetheart," Wilf said, trying to make peace as usual.

She held a finger up towards him. "Not this time, Gramps. She's had this coming for ages." She caught him out of the corner of her eye, putting his index knuckle in his mouth.

Sylvia's ire was riled up. "I will not sit here and have you…"

"Treat you the same as you've treated me?" Donna countered. "Sod that! You stepped over it, mother!" Unable to stand still, she started pacing the floor. "Stupid, myopic, can't see anything unless it's in front of her face," she ranted under her breath.

Coming to a stop in front of the kitchen table, she glared at her. "What the hell did he say to you?" Before her mother could respond, she threw her hands in the air. "You know what? I don't care." She pointed two fingers to her own forehead. "I can feel him up here, mother. He may not have grown up with me, but he might as well have! Everything that's in my head is in his, and that's what's got you scared! He knows all the dirty little secrets!"

"Should we put a stop to this, before it all goes to pot and back?" Rose thought to her husband.

He shook his head. "This has been building for years. Complete emotional powder keg, with nitro nine for an added kick in the head. Part of the reason I shied away from domestics for so long."

"Too many reminders of your father?" Rose asked, looking up at him and giving him a sideways squeeze.

The Doctor pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah." And there was the rub to being laid open mentally, he discovered. However, he felt Rose caressing his mind in comfort and showed him some comparisons with her own shouting matches with Jackie, and it wasn't so bad. He leaned over and kissed her temple in gratitude.

They both were distracted by a ball of anger coming towards them, and snapped their heads to the back door. It slammed inward and Sarah literally stalked into the house. "Who did it?" she hissed, glaring at everyone.

"Sarah, don't," Rose said, shaking her head.

"Don't worry. I've got this one, sweetheart," Donna said at the same time.

Sarah shook her head. "Who did it?" she asked again, before pointing behind her. "My uncle is in tears. Who Did It!"

Wilfred flinched and headed out the back, with an "Oh dear." Having played peacemaker in the family for years, this was right up his street. Plus, from what the Doctor said, this Donald was effectively his grandson. It was a bit weird, but if he was really like Donna, he needed him right bloody now.

Rose, knowing that this wasn't their place, headed over and took Sarah gently by the arm. "Swee'hear', let Donna handle this," she said over her daughter's protest, and guided her back out of the house.

Looking around the room at all the commotion, Sylvia was completely at a loss. Donna was giving her her own glare back in her face, with crossed arms and a tapping foot. And now, the Doctor went to stand beside her with a glower.

"Sylvia Winifred Mott Noble, I recommend you listen to your daughter and take what she says to heart," the Doctor quietly said to her, before turning to Donna. "I know there are hard feelings, but please try not to go over the top," he murmured. "We'll be in the TARDIS." With that, he left the house.

It was quiet for a moment, and the staring match was locked between mother and daughter for quite a while. Eventually, Sylvia blinked. "This is too much!" she shouted with her hands out.

Donna tilted her head. "Everything that makes the Doctor the Doctor is in my head as well as Donald's. Everything that makes me Donna is also in Donald's. We have the same doubled memories.

"The Doctor's people are telepathic, and I am now one of those people. With everything that's in our heads, we are effective fraternal twins. You don't have to accept him, but you damn well better respect him.

"He only wanted one thing, mother. Knowing how you are, he came anyway," Donna went on, not letting up. "Don named himself Donald Michael after me, but would not commit himself to Noble without your permission."

When Sylvia blinked in confusion, Donna's glare turned into a scowl. "Sod your permission, you self centred, egotistical, always has to be right, holier than thou bitch!" she shrieked.

With that, Donna spun on her heel while Sylvia's mouth hung open, and slammed the kitchen door on her way out of the house. Entering the TARDIS, she saw Gramps hugging Don and went to join him, hugging them both. "You don't ever have to put up with her again," she whispered in Don's ear. "I wont allow her abuse you like she did me."