YES IT WILL GET HAPPY! But for some reason, I'm really bad at writing happy things. *sigh* I apologize. Also, it will be more dramatic when they do find each other! HERE WE GO!

Donna's POV?!

Something was wrong with him, and as his best friend (and The Most Important Woman in the Universe), I had to do something. But what?

There was no point in asking him, every time I tried he just got that look in his eyes. So I'd have to find something else.

After a few minutes of thinking, I finally remembered one person who was there with Rose: Jack. The Doctor probably wouldn't realize why I was asking about him, and if he did it would be too late.

"Donna, he's bi and flirts with everyone." He said, after I asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "That's not why, space man!" I replied. Though that's not bad either... No I have to help him first. He looked at me.

"Then why do you want to see Jack?" He asked suspiciously. I hesitated, wondering if I should tell him my plan. No, not quite yet.

"You'll see." Was all I answered. After a few minutes of tinkering, he answered my question. "He's probably at Torchwood. But I'm not taking you."

I sighed loudly. "Fine! I'll do it myself!" I said, as I walked out the door.

"Don't touch anything!" He called after me.

~~~[whooosh minor timeskip]~~~

I had finally convinced The Doctor to take me to see Jack.

"We have to do something about him." I said quietly, so the Doctor wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, I've never seen him so down." He responded, equally quiet.

"Do you know where Rose is?" I asked, thinking.

He hesitated. "Last I heard she was in a parallel world." He replied. After a moment, he asked, "Do you think the TARDIS could help us find her? I'm sure 'she' doesn't want him sad either."

"That... Could work." I said, considering our options. "Shall we go find out?" I said, a little too loud. The Doctor walked over.

"Find out what?" He asked, looking between us. I looked at Jack, mentally asking if we should tell him. He shook his head.

"Find out... When your birthday is!" I lied.

He looked at me. "I'm 903 years old. I don't have a birthday."

I sighed, faking annoyance. "Well maybe you should, space man!"

His eyes grew distant again, and he shook his head and walked away.

"Now that he's gone, what do we do?" I asked Jack,

"Now we go see if the TARDIS can help." He answered.

I'm so bad at being British. I apologize.

I STILL NEED IDEAS to keep this going! Please review!