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A Visit

Who: Doctor, Donna
Where: Donna's party palace (aka her crib)
When: Day 41
What: The Doctor pays Donna a visit to see if he's capable of altering her memories at a later time.

A small house by the west side of the island. It was sort of secluded, which the Doctor felt was slightly strange, given how sociable Donna was. But this was the house she was staying in, that he was almost certain.

He knocked on the door, then tucked his hands away in his pockets and waited. For once, he was feeling rather anxious at this reunion, but had to remind himself that she's not the Donna he remembered her as; the slapping, motor mouth, ginger... Well, the list went on and could last half the afternoon.

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Her eyes widen at his choking. "You alright? Is it the powdered milk?"

Oh... it was probably her statement about the eye-candy. She shrugged at him. "What? It's true. All the gorgeous guys get swiped. Pretty sure the mad scientists are secretly pervs who keep them locked up in cages, naked and covered in oil for their own sick amusement..."

"Erm, I'll keep that in mind..." He replied lamely as he tried to wipe the mess on the table he had created.

"So, despite all that, made any friends? I've talked to a couple people, but not too many."

Donna moved back to the kitchen to grab a tea towel, throwing it at the Doctor's head.

"A few, yeah. I mean I was kinda friends with Philbert and Dean before they vanished. And you know Cas? Guy in the trench coat? Yeah. He's probably my best mate here. He's brilliant. Saved my life!"

She took a sip of her tea. "Kenzi is totally brilliant too = crazy, but lovely. Kind of like a little sister I never had." Another sip. "There's others I get on with, but they're not exactly my mates, y'know? More like acquaintances."

"I've talked to Cas once, nice bloke. He mentioned you get headaches a bit. Any Acetaminophen here?" He was fishing for imformation, but very nervous of what the answers would lead to.

Leaning back in his chair, he nods, "Heard of a few of 'em, but still meeting and greeting."

"He's wonderful. He's brilliant. I love him to bits." She also had a crush on him but that was not important.

She nodded at his question. "Yeah, I get terrible headaches. They've been getting worse too. I got some painkillers but my supplies are running low. I try to sleep them off when I can. Sometimes works. Sometimes doesn't." She nibbled on a biscuit thoughtfully. "I was asleep when you came, actually."

"Ah, sorry." He taps a little beat with fingers on the ceramic mug, looking at the table, then back up to her, "What brings on the headaches? Stress? Dehydration...? Erm, sorry. You don't have to answer that."

So she's been having them without his presence, which made him wonder how well he really had sealed off her memories.

"I dunno really. I haven't figured out the trigger yet. I mean I've tried all sorts, cutting things from my diet, and all that, they just to seem to come and go randomly. The dreams too." She shrugged it off and munched on another biscuit.

"You some kind of doctor or sommat?"

"Erm, not a medical one, no." He reaches over and takes a biscuit and stuffs it in his mouth, "OH! VERHAY GUD!"

He never felt so self conscious in the prescence of Donna before. Perhaps it was the whole fact that he was responsible of her potentially dying, and it killed him to think of that.

"You just ask random questions about folks' headaches then? You're a weird one, you, aren't you?" She can't help but laugh at him, although it's not a malicious laugh in the slightest.

"Small talk so you can pinch biscuits? I know your type."

"Oh yeah? What else do you know about me?" And then he mentally kicked himself and watched her rather cautiously. More than usual.

"You don't have to answer that; I'm just being silly."

"I know you're in my dreams - and don't go getting any pervy thoughts they're not those kinds of dreams!"

Donna didn't particularly see it as important and quickly moved on. "So, which house you staying in?"

"Uhhh," He leans forward, elbow pressed to the table top as he rubbed at her earlobe, "I suppose with Sharon, although I can't say for sure. Guess it doesn't feel like home yet." A bit of a lie.

Dreams, what kind, he wondered. She wasn't good at giving hints and he was nervous to push more.

"Look at you! Shacking up with a bird already!"

"Have to keep an eye on you, mister! I bet you're a right flirt with all the girls. The gossiping and the biscuits is all a clever front to get into their knickers, isn't it?"

He blinks, and then it registers what she is suggesting. "No, no, it's not like that! I don't...! No!"

Hadn't they had a conversation like this when she traveled with him? Seems even without her memories, he gave the wrong impression, and he rubs his face. "She's just a mate."

"Oh aye, I bet she is!" Same old Donna.

"I bet there's a lot of mating going on around your way!" Poor guy. He was never going to get a break. Must be the whole pretty boy face thing he's got going on.

"There isn't any 'mating' of that sort! She's just a mate, nothing else!" He huffs and leans back in his chair, "And what about you, eh? Where's that angel bloke or whatever he is?"

Open mouth, guzzle tea.

"What? You mean Cas? He's just a friend. I'm not even sure he gets the whole intimacy thing. I mean, hugging the guy it like hugging an iron rod - he's bloody gorgeous to look at though with those bright blue eyes and that 'just be shagged' hair." A bit like the Doctor's hair, really...

"Nope. There is no mating going on under this roof. There's just me."

"There, we're even, then!" He comments stubbornly. Although, deep inside, he had to smile, which did quickly spread across his face. He missed this, missed her, and the pang of regret and guilt struck him.

Maybe he shouldn't try to bring her memories back. Maybe she was better off without him.

If there was one thing Donna wasn't it was better off without him. She was very good at hiding it but there was a great big empty hole inside of her that she couldn't fill no matter what and she didn't know why it was there.

Donna huffed. "Fine. So you're not shagging like bunnies... yet."

"And there won't be shagging like bunnies! I don't sleep with everyone I live with. You know that." A pause and a quick cover up, "Erm, I guess you don't."

He stood up to refill his cup and took hers with to do the same. Right, blow your cover, Doctor. Really brilliant.

Donna arched her brow at that. She'd only met the guy a couple of times, right? Dreaming about him and knowing him weren't the same thing. "Well, I suppose Dream!you doesn't shag everyone. He just snogs them all instead..."

She watched him closely. "Do you? Snog everyone, I mean?"

"...You dream about me?" He leans on the counter, looking more curious than ever, "And what am I doing in your dreams? Snogging you, apparently? have a crush on me, eh?"

Now the tables were turned.

"Shut up! No, I don't flippin' fancy you, skinny streak of nothing!" She fancied him. A little bit. Shut up. He was kind of cute in a skinny, geeky, nerdy kind of way, alright?

"We don't snog. We go on adventures..."

"Ohhh, what kind of adventures? To the mall?" He returns to the table, dropping her mug at her hands as he reclaimed his seat. "Getting our nails done, yeah?"

So she dreamed about him? How many of those were memories leaking out?

"Give over, you prawn. That's not an adventure, that's a regular Saturday afternoon with the girls." Donna rolled her eyes and curled her fingers around the warm mug.

"We go on proper adventures with monsters and aliens and a flippin' lot of running."

He sits there expressionless, almost just staring at her for the longest moment before he takes a sharp inhale. She knew him! She remembered him! They were dreams, yes, but it had to be some of the memories of their 'proper adventures' together.

"Right, proper adventures. Very silly indeed." He drinks out of his mug, trying to devise a plan over this.

"And your headaches, do they get better or worse after these 'adventures'?"

"I dunno. What do my headaches have to do with my dreams? That's silly. They're just dreams. Although I suppose some could be classed as nightmares." The poor girl looked pretty confused.

"My head nearly always hurts. I just have to live with it."

He nods silently. That settles it, he hadn't locked away her memories all that well, and they're leaking out. It's only a matter of time before she burns up... He needed to talk with Castiel and Mina and try to devise a plan.

"Perhaps they'll ease." He smiles softly, feeling a bit triumphant.

"I suppose stranger things have happened." Like being kidnapped or meeting angels. Still she wasn't going to hold her breath for a miracle cure for her headaches.

"Another biscuit?" She nudged the plate closer to him.

"Yes, please!" He reaches over and in his excitement, once again takes a bite far too big than he should.

"Maybe Castiel and I can figure something out to help your headaches, and my friend Mina."

Donna offers him a sad smile. "Cas can't help with the pain. He already tried. He helps me sleep when they're really bad though, so it's okay."

She swipes a biscuit for herself, taking the smallest of nibbles. "But hey, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that, right?"

"Mm, yup." And then he couldn't resist, "'Help you sleep, eh?'" A wink before finishing his cuppa and jumping to his feet. He knew where this might lead to - a slap, and he better take off before any real damage should be done.

Donna shot him the filthiest of glares. He didn't get slapped, but she did throw the nearest soft furnishing at him, which luckily happened to be a cushion.

"OI! There's none of that funny business under my roof!" Unfortunately.

He laughed a bit more maniacally than he should have, but he hoped this meant he could get his Donna back. His optimism was back stronger than ever.

"Thanks for the tea! And the delightful conversion! Annnnd I'll see you around!" Because if he stayed any longer, once again the risk of causing her to burn was there.

"Oh I see how it is, popping in and drinking my tea and eating my biscuits and then buggering off again! I'll tell you what you are, mister, a stray cat! That's what you are!"

She huffed. "Do I at least get a hug?"

"Oi! You're more than welcome to visit me. Any time! Literally, as I don't sleep much." And then he gladly wrapped his long arms around her, perhaps too eagerly. Yes, definitely missed these Donna hugs, and he hoped she didn't accuse him lingering too long.

"I might just do that!" She hugged him in return. She wasn't sure why but it felt right. She wouldn't admit to it but maybe, just maybe she clung to him for a few more moments than was strictly necessary.

"Well, go on then. Go find your next woman to steal biscuits from. Should call you Six Dinner Sid."

"HA!" He laughed light-heartedly, perhaps the first honest laugh he had since being here.

Pulling away, it was his fingertips that left contact last before he offered a smile, thank you, and walked away.

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