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I have finally decided to make a fresh start. It’ better for my health than simply revamping this one. However, if you would like to keep writing with me THIS is where you can follow me. I hope at least some of you want to stay with me, but well, I can’t force you to.
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“So Donna?” the Doctor grinned, walking into the console room, “What do you want to do today? Where do you want to go?”
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Sooooo.... I hope you guys are still there...? Yeah? GOOD! Guess who's coming back?? Yep, yeah, me. BUT I must warn you, I'll have a surgery, tomorrow. And I'll recovering, so I WILL BE SLOW But that doesnt mean you can't send me starters Or memes Or pics Or just a plain hi Send something Be naughty Be nosey Be fantastic Brilliant And cool! To clarify, I will recover from this one and after 15 days I'll have to go again, due another surgery. AND TO MY SWEETPIES,MAH BABES, MY DARLINGS BE AWARE THAT YOUR INBOX WILL BE FILLED WITH STARTERS/MEMES/ASKS AND SO ON
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“You see, Rani, the thing is, Donna and I,
- we have something to tell you...”
Sarah Jane’s fingers tightened around Donna’s hand. The memories of Peter were too fresh in her mind (( her heart )) to let herself drown in that school-girl elation that’d so very nearly been the end of her. Granted, she was certain Donna was ALIVE and very much not sided with THE TRICKSTER.
Yet, for the same reason that soldiers duck for cover from fireworks, she still felt nausea, heavy and stale, rotting at the pit of her stomach.
Eyes fixed on a point just to the left of Rani’s eye, she added “Something we should’ve told you a long time ago.”
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“Donna, why did you blindfold me?” the Doctor asked curiously.
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[@ncbleiisms wow, that was longer than I expected o,o]
If Twen was going to be honest with himself, none of this was ever planned.
How many times he told himself that he should get away from her? How many sleepless nights he spent in his room, in the hidden TARDIS, trying to get the courage to leave her life for good…. How many times did he “accidentally” bump into her?
The Doctor barely could count.
They were stargazing again - something that he, under the name of Joan Smith, found out that she loved. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her, all these years without the slightest idea of who she really was. And so many more years without knowing what she meant for him
So, that one night - three days before Christmas - when she started her monolegue of “how not special” she was, he shook his head and looked to the sky, trying not to do anything stupid.
But….
What happened next was so fast that he only noticed what he had done when he felt her palm reaching /for/ his cheek. He had headed closer to her, kneeling on the grass and looking at her deep blue eyes.
“Now,now, enough of that, do you hear me?” he started, interrupting her. He sounded offended,as if she had made these comments about himself.
”I don’t want to see you talking about yourself this way.Understood?” he said, cupping her cheek gently. “ You matter, you are brilliant—oh, Donna Noble, you’ve got no idea of how special you are.”—to me
The Doctor felt as if the time itself had stopped as he looked into her eyes, being drawn to the two seas she had in her eyes. ”I-In fact…you are the most important woman in the universe….” he muttered, leaning closer and finally kissing her.
At first he honestly thought she’d slap the hell out of him - just like in the old times - but it didn’t happen. Shocked, he leaned back, away from her with a rather puzzled look before blushing as red as their hairs.
Only now noticing what he had done.
He wasn’t “The Doctor”. /To her/ He was Joan Smith,a retired woman. With another step back, he opened and closed his mouth a few times, not exactly sure if a simple ‘Sorry’ would help. If he could, he’d kick his own arse for blowing up his cover.
An awkward silence filled the air and he started to suffocate, so he did what he did the best: babbling when nervous.
“Soooo…..pie, right? You said you wanted to take some for Wilf,right? I am sure I still got a piece or two at home, I’ll give you them later.” he spoke fast “No, you know what? I’m,I’m going to get it now—hold on a secon—”
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“Oh, excuse...me...” The Doctor hadn’t been expecting to run into Donna...well, ever. And the sting of everything he’d had to do didn’t seem to have faded with time. If anything it made it worse; it just reminded him of all he’d lost. And he couldn’t manage to keep the heartbreak off of his face, eyes widening and pain filling them.
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“Sorry if this sounds STRANGE - but I don’t suppose you could tell me what year it is, could you?”
