The next days Donna was restless at night and fidgety all day. The nagging thought of the imminent Apocalypse kept her on her toes as she tried to get the hang on the thought that a handfull of men were somewhere fighting Lucifer on their own and no one around her was aware of their looming fate.
People went on with their lifes, bustling busily through the cities in their daily routines and it frustrated Donna to no end.
Yet she knew that she couldn't talk to someone about it unless she wanted to be called a lunatic. Angels? Demons? She wouldn't believe it either if she hadn't met one herself.
Speaking of which, that stupid son of a biscuit shall better come back in one piece or she'll crumble him herself.
Next to Crowley and his impossible task her thoughts kept drifting back to her family. Her mother and her grandfather may have the ability to drive her up the walls sometimes but she still loved them and she wanted to see them once more before they all probably died.
Her mind been made up she booked a flight back home to London.
She had just checked-in her luggage and now was standing in line for the security screen as she suddenly felt the earth move with an unsettling force.
The light of the lamps and tv screens flickered before they turned off completely. People around her started screaming and running to all sides, trying to find a cover they could duck under the way they've learned in case of an earthquake.
The security staff barked orders to the panicking crowd, trying to calm everyone down and get control over the situation.
Donna had stumbled to the ground as the first waves of the earthquake had startled the woman in line infront of her and she had suddenly jumped around, running towards the next exit, while she knocked away everyone standing in her way.
Too shocked to even curse at the hysterical lady Donna got back on her feet, helping the old man who had felt next to her.
"An earthquake in Miami?!", he shouted baffled as he straightened his glasses. "There wasn't an earthquake in Florida since twenty years!"
"Maybe it wasn't an earthquake", a man next to them said, anxiouty written all over his face. "Maybe it was an explosion! Terrorist are blowing up the whole airport! We should get the fuck out of here, Robert!"
He grabbed the man with the glasses by his arm and dragged him away. Donna followed them not knowing what else she should do but lost track of them as a group of tourists pushed past her.
As she bulled through the crowd she tried to smell any smoke and kept her eyes open for fire but there weren't any signs of it.
Suddenly her feet stumbled over something on the ground. She looked down and her crumbled as she saw a small girl sitting there wheeping.
Blood ran down her face and Donna couldn't tell if she was crying out of pain or fear.
Without a second thought she bent down and took her up into her arms.
Her ears were ringing with the sound of the child crying for her mother and her feet hurt from all the people stomping on them but she pushed on regardless, her whole conciousness switched into emergency-mode.
An outcry went through the airports hall as a second quake, even stronger than the first one, shook the earth.
The windows that were lining along one wall of the hall shattered and fell with a loud clash to the ground.
If the people have been frightened before it was no comparison to now.
Donna fought hard against the stream of refugees but was pushed around regardless.
The defeaning sound of sirens started to blast through the airport as Donna finally made it through the cluster infront of the emergency exit.
A paramedic stormed over and asked her if she was alright. She told him that she was fine but that the girls head wouldn't stop bleeding.
With a quick glance at the wound he pointed towards an ambulance and shoved her forwards, screaming at the people to clear the way for the rescue workers.
Donna moved with the crowd on to the street were the ambulance waited.
It was pure choas. Cars were parked in the middle of the streets, groups of people had gathered everywhere to comfort each other. In between the officials ran around trying to coordinate the rescue operations and help whereever they could. Bricks and stones were spreaded over the sidewalks and the dust from the few collapsed buildings still hang in the air.
Donna carried the girl to the ambulance that was pointed out to her. Another paramedic immediately came over and took the child from her. She followed them inside the vehicle.
The little girl still hadn't stopped crying and the medic had problems to examine her head.
"Are you her mother?", she asked Donna.
"No", she stammered. "She was just lying on the ground and I couldn't -"
"Doesn't matter!", the woman interupted her.
"Not at the moment anyway. Hold her head still."
Donna did as she was told and whispered calming words while the paramedic took care of the girls wound.
Many tiring hours later Donna sat in a hospitals hallway, the bandaged head of the little girl, Maddy, resting in her lap.
The ambulance had brought them and a lot of other injured people here and they had waited a long time until a doctor had taken care of them.
After making sure that Maddy only had a lacuration and not a concussion, Donna had stayed with her as the police gathered their data, refusing to leave the girl alone.
Now they sat on the ground of the overcrowded hospitalhalls and waited for Maddy's mother to find her.
The quite mumble of the patience filled the rooms and the typical antiseptical smell of hospitals tingled in Donnas nose.
She caressed the head of the sleeping girl, careful not to touch the patched up wound as a woman came rushing around the corner, whippinig her head around franticaly.
She froze for a moment as her eyes fell on Donna and the child curled in her lap before she cried out and launched towards them.
"Maddy!"
The girl squirmed, recognizing her mothers voice even in her slumber, then her eyes fluttered open.
Fully awaken at once she stood up and jumped eagerly in the welcoming arms of her mother.
Donna got up herself as the reunited family hugged each other, tears of joy running down their cheeks now that the anxiety was over.
Then the mother turned towards her and pulled her into the hug, thanking her between sobs.
Donna hugged her back akwardly, telling her that it was taken for granted to take care for a lost child.
Not letting go of her daughter once the woman thanked her again before she waved her goodbye, saying that she still had to meet up with her husband.
Donna watched them leave and vanishing behind the corner as another person stepped around it.
Her eyes widened as she saw Crowley making his way down the hall. As his eyes finally rested upon her his posture relaxed visibly and he speeded up his steps.
In an instant she had hurried towards him and pulled him in a tight hug that could crash ribs.
She hadn't noticed how tensed she'd been the whole time until the demon had thrown his arms around her and her muscles lost their strain immediately. She buried her face into the fabric of his jacket and took a deep breath, filling her nostrils with the strangely calming mixture of whiskey and sulfur. Every part of her body ached, her back from falling to the ground, her arms from carrying Maddy, her head from being so upstrung for so long, but nothing of it mattered anymore, because in this short moment she finally felt safe again.