I always wondered if the Doctor remembered his former companions sometimes, if they passed through his mind while travelling with other companions or by himself. So i decided to write a series of little stories, dedicated to the Doctor's former companions. Each story will be dedicated to a companion and it will be a small paragraph or a one page story.

The stories will feature the eleventh and tenth doctor since they are the ones i am more familiar with. Other doctors might appear as well.

(For the ones wondering why i am not writing about Twelve's adventures, we still don't know much about his personality so i decided to stick with the ones i know. Plus i am still kind of mourning over Eleven)

Thank you for reading and may the Oods be with you.

IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE 10TH AND 11TH DOCTOR'S ERAS DO NOT READ CAUSE THERE WILL BE SPOILERS SINCE THE COMPANIONS I AM WRITING ABOUT HAVE ALREADY STOPPED TRAVELLING WITH THEM.

The Doctor was tinkering with his Tardis, loud banging and black smoke hurting his ears and his eyes. He pressed buttons, twisted levers up and down, even complemented her but the old girl refused to take him to his destination.

The planet of the hats was one of the most interesting, fascinating planets anyone could ever visit. A planet full of little shops and big shops selling hats and head accessories in any color, shape and prize you wished. The shops looked like hats themselves and the salesmen wore the most ridiculous hats in the universe.

He planned on visiting that particular planet for over fifty years, but every time he got ready to, something came along, either it was the Tardis taking him somewhere else or Clara refusing to go.

The Tardis lights started blinking on and off and the rotors along her ceiling started spinning but the Doctor was sure that he didn't set the Tardis on motion, it was probably the old girl taking him wherever she wished.

He took his purple tweed jacket off the chair, put it on, fixed his beloved bow-tie, pressed some buttons and left the console room. Opening the doors, he came upon a busy little street filled with people shopping Christmas decorations and food. The street was filled with so many stores that anyone walking by could be easily overwhelmed but the Doctor instantly noticed the place that was singing to his heart.

It was a small shop with all kinds of cakes and colorful lollipops, and a big selection of handmade Jammy Dodgers. He was about to go in and ask about the prize of his favorite sweet little things when a figure caught his eye.

It was an old man, wearing a red Santa's hat with a red and green Christmas sweater. He was carrying shopping bags and a huge plant, he seemed to not mind though, he was happily singing away, enjoying the Christmas lights and the cold air blowing on his face.

It was a man he hadn't seen a very long time. A man that he appreciated and loved, a man ultimately responsible for his regeneration to his current form.

It was Wilf. Wilfred Mott. Donna's grandfather.

He must have been in Chiswick but he couldn't be sure. The Doctor didn't want to go back to his Tardis to check nor did he want to ask anyone, he didn't want to drive any kind of attention towards him, not that Wilf would recognize him. After all he had changed.

The Doctor observed Wilf carefully, making sure that the old man was healthy and happy, still debating in his mind if he should follow him and speak to him or go back to the shop. Ultimately his mind was made up and he followed him around the corner and into a different larger street. He was walking for almost ten minutes, not knowing if he should help him carry the shopping bags or not when Wilf stopped.

They had obviously arrived.

Wilf still lived in the same house he lived the last time he saw him. Same street, same house, like nothing had ever changed. Of course everything had changed.

He saw his old friend taking his keys out of his pocket and opening the door and like that, the door closed and the Doctor was left alone in the cold street.

The Doctor stayed around for fifteen more minutes, watching Wilf calling someone on the phone, decorating his Christmas tree with a few new toys and watching TV.

He didn't see any good in ringing the bell and chatting with him, he didn't even know how many years have passed since he last saw him and Donna. It would do no good, it would only bring back memories, memories that would hurt them all.

So the Doctor left. He went back to his Tardis. Checked the date: December 2013. Pressed some buttons, pulled the lever up and went to Clara.

Clara was thankfully in mood for new adventures and she easily agreed to follow him anywhere he wanted, so with the help of the Tardis (that magically decided to take him where he wanted to go) he went to the only place he could think of.

The planet of the hats.

It was December 22nd, same day and same hour he landed in Chiswick last time he was there, and the Doctor saw the same old man, carrying his shopping bags and heading home.

Once again, he followed him around, waited outside his house a couple minutes and the moment he saw Wilf leaving his living room, he went to the door.

The Doctor took the three heavy bags he was carrying and left them at the front door, quickly ringing the bell and running away.

Thankfully he had parked the Tardis far away from the house and Wilf wouldn't hear the noise it made nor would he recognize him hiding behind a bush.

He saw him opening the door, looking around and finally noticing the shopping bags. Wilf glanced inside them, a tear falling from his eye and a sad smile forming on his face. He saw the old soldier frantically looking around, searching for something and a female voice shouting at him to close the door and get inside.

It was Donna.

His Donna, his best friend, with her red hair and loud voice, with her sass and her honesty. And she was smiling, smiling at her husband and her mother.

His Donna, who had left the living room, leaving his eyes and his hearts empty.

He didn't have the courage to stay anymore, his hearts where aching. He already knew how they would react. Donna would shout around, proclaiming that the gifts left outside their door were rubbish but nevertheless wearing them and laughing around.

And Wilf and her mother would exchange a sad and knowing look and look outside their window.

He had left her a collection of weird hats, some of them small, some of them too big for her head but still pretty. And a card, a small note.

One he shouldn't have ever written, but he couldn't help himself, he wanted them to know that he still cared.

A note saying:

"For the best temp in Chiswick and for the father i never had"

Oh God, this is my very first Doctor Who story so plz excuse me if i messed it up. The small details here and there will help you understand which regeneration of the Doctor i am writing about. The planet of the hats is something Donna casually referred to. She had packed her bags and a bag only for hats, cause you never know you may go to the planet of the hats. (in "Partners in Crime")

I am throwing this out there so that you'll get why i decided to write something so absurd.

I am already writing down new chapters (in some of them the Doctor will see his former companions, some of them won't feature them, there will be only a mention and a memory). This story was a tad heavy on Wilf and not so much on Donna, there may be a Donna centered chapter soon.

Hope you like it. Let me know if i should go on writing.