Mad Martian
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This is the second chapter of this story I came up with, and the one that convinced me to do a whole alphabet.
The Doctor considered Donna his best friend. She was the first companion in a while that didn't love him. It felt nice. He could talk to her (not that he did), and she could talk to him. The number of times they were mistaken for a couple was alarming, but they could deal with it.
She took his ideas in stride and only called him "mad" once a day. She knew when to talk and when to stay quiet. Donna was good at distracting him, as well as others, and could give him, and the aforementioned others, a good whack when necessary. Donna was sweet and kind (in her own way), and smart.
The Doctor knew that one day, he would have to let her go. He just hoped that "one day" was not soon.
