;get me through the night
Rose was back on the bay, along with her mom and the duplicate. The duplicate, how’s that for a name? She hadn’t even given him a name, not even to herself. It didn’t escape her how ironic that was, how ironic it was that she wasn’t capable of naming her—-
Her what? Son? Half of her, half of the Doctor. Makes sense. Son. Their son. She’s got herself a son. And now he’s gone.
She hadn’t named him, but she had been real quick at naming Jenny, an anomaly. Something that shouldn’t have been. He had been destined, had to happen, had to be born in order for the DoctorDonna – her? them? – to become but-but-but—-
But no, no, no, that was mean and cruel and unneeded. Jenny had been the Doctor’s daughter, had been a person of her own. She had gotten off to a rough start, had been swamped by the solider mentality that machine had implanted in her but it had been beautiful to see her work past that so quickly. Jenny had been a wonderful girl and she had been so EXCITED to come with them, and she had too because there was no way she could deny that she was a sweet girl. And there is no reason for Donna to try to stain her memory with the bitterness of the Duplicate’s fate.
Walking up to the console, she fiddled with the controls, a small smile teasing at her lips because now she understands. She doesn’t need to have him spend hours trying to get her to understand just how the basic controls work and her having to feel guilty for making him waste so much time on trying to make her stupid, human brain grasp at this. Now, she knew just as much as he did, she knew every thing about the TARDIS and how the Eye powered it, and how she was able to communicate with them, and how they were built, no formed, no grown by the Timelords and they evolved and upgraded and then-then-then-then—-
“I thought we could try the planet Felspoon. Just because. What a good name, Felspoon. Apparently, it’s got mountains that sway in the breeze. Mountains that move. Can you imagine?”