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Title: If You Knew Your Future… Chapter 12/12
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katherine_b
Characters/Pairing: The Doctor (Ten) and Donna
Rating: PG… at least…
Spoilers: All of series four of NuWho
Summary: Donna wakes up to find herself in a world that is much too familiar.
Chapter XII – Happily Ever After
“Two tears – that’s all it’s going to take.”
“Donna!”
He rushes at her and grabs her hand, rubbing the place where the teardrop landed so hard that he draws blood, and then stares at the dark fluid seeping out of Donna’s skin. And she watches his face, recognising the instant when he registers in his mind that her skin is cooler than when he last touched it, and that the blood oozing out of the small wound he’s just made on her hand is dark purple, not rich red.
“No, Donna – what have I done? There has to be a way to reverse this, to fix it!”
“Doctor,” she seizes his face in her hands, trying to make him look at her, “you know there isn’t. It’s done. It can’t be undone.”
But he’s already fishing in the pocket of his jacket and an instant later, as he wrenches free of her hold, he pulls out the sonic screwdriver, beginning to scan her with it.
“I always promised myself that this would never happen,” he mutters, and she knows he’s talking to himself. “Never get close to them,” he goes on. “Never let them see you upset so that they won’t try to comfort you. Always be the one who does the caring. But you!”
He stops suddenly and glares at her as if she’s somehow to blame for this.
“You, Donna Noble, you always have to be different!”
“Well, I’m certainly different now,” she argues, having given up trying to calm him down and feeling her own temper rise in response to his accusations. “How many other Time Ladies have you travelled with? Susan? Romana? Anyone else? So I’m pretty different all right!” She slaps the screwdriver aside. “And will you stop bloody bleeping me?!”
The Doctor sits back on his heels, his mouth hanging slightly open, staring at her, as the screwdriver falls to the floor.
Donna feels her fury fade as she looks at him, taking in the hopeless, terrified expression on his face.
“You’ve never done this before,” she says with certainty. “Never let yourself cry, not in front of other people, in case it happened to them. Rose told her mother once – oh, you were out of it at the time, but your subconscious memory tucked it away, so I know – she said that a bottle of your blood would change the future of the human race. But she didn’t know what your tears could do.”
“You’ve changed…”
“You changed me.”
“You’ve become… like me.”
She grins. But when he doesn’t return her smile, she reaches for his hand and places it gently on the right side of her chest. The pulse of her new second heart can be felt under the pressure from his fingers and his face contorts.
“Oh, yes,” she agrees softly.
And the next minute she’s on her feet and in his arms. He’s yelling and whirling her around so fast that the room is a blur. In the back of her mind, Donna feels the TARDIS quickly moving furniture out of the way.
“I should have known,” he roars at the top of his voice. “If anyone was going to find a way to subvert the laws of – well, just about everything, really – and actually manage to do what they said they would, it would have to be you, Donna Noble!”
“Anyone would think,” she protests, “that you were unhappy about what just happened.”
He stops abruptly – the force of it almost throws her to the floor – and glares at her. “If you weren’t as brilliant as me – and remember I know exactly how brilliant that is – I’d think you meant it!”
Donna grins as he sets her feet on the floor. “Well, for someone that brilliant, you can be a bit of a dunce sometimes. I mean, really, screaming and yelling as if the Universe was about to end! Typical bloke!”
And she dots a kiss on his cheek.
A grin slowly works its way across his face, and he moves his hands so that they frame her face. She can feel that his skin is the same temperature as hers and so his hands don’t feel cold anymore.
“Donna Noble,” he says softly. “Time Lady.”
And then he brings his face so close to hers that she can feel his breath on her skin. She murmurs his name - his real name - and sees his eyes light up. They both know what this means. Still, she's not surprised when he speaks again.
"Are you - are you sure? Really positive that this is what you want?"
She slides her arms around his neck and draws him close, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. She sees his eyes drawn to the action and then she touches a feather-light kiss to his mouth. His fingers slide into her hair and she can feel something like a spark of electricity in his touch. She gasps at the feeling, but then his lips are pressed fiercely against hers and she doesn't have the chance to breathe again for a long time.
His hands are no longer on her face, but exploring her shoulders and arms, caressing her breasts, travelling down her stomach, and then holding her hips firmly against his. She lets her arms drop down onto his shoulders and slides her hand under his jacket collar, smoothing the fabric of his shirt with her fingers. The fingers of her other hand play with the hair on the nape of her neck as his tongue slips into her mouth.
Then she realises that his hands are pushing her jacket off her shoulders and she lets go so that he can remove it. However the movement separates them briefly and the kiss is broken. It's only then that Donna becomes aware of how long it's been since she took a breath.
"Thank God for a respiratory bypass system," she splutters as he finally lets her go.
He chuckles, his dark eyes glowing, casting the jacket onto the floor. Then his hands are stroking over her shoulders again and she reciprocates by removing his tie and beginning on the buttons of his shirt.
“Bedroom,” he gasps between frantic kisses.
Donna casts an eye over their surroundings and chuckles against his mouth. “The TARDIS beat you to it,” she tells him, her hands pressed to his chest, feeling his hearts racing beneath her fingers.
Even as he guides her gently towards the large bed, she strips off the grey jacket and lets it fall on top of her own.
“Donna?” he asks as she eases his shirt over his shoulders, “are you sure? Really sure, I mean.”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you ever stop talking, Spaceman?”
He grins as he unfastens the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt and removes the garment, flinging it away. “Sometimes.”
She begins undoing the buckle of his belt. “Then can this be one of those times?” she asks, doing her best imitation of his plaintive tones.
He takes her hand and, without another word, sits down on the bed, pulling her gently with him. His hands are busy undoing the buttons of her blouse as he lies back. She leans on one arm to grin down at him.
“So, does this mean what I think it does?”
He smiles lazily at her, reaching up to play with the hair hanging over her shoulder and stroking the skin along her collarbone. “What does that mighty brain of yours think this means?”
“That ‘mighty brain’ tells me that what we’ve done – and what we’re doing – suggests something pretty permanent between us.”
“Well, good, because I’d hate if it you thought I was going to dump you back in Chiswick in the morning.”
She chuckles. “That thought did cross my mind, I have to admit. Although, with the way your ship and I get on, maybe I could have been the dumper instead of the dumpee.”
He doesn’t even bother to pretend to look afraid at the thought of spending time with Sylvia. In fact, there’s a tiny frown on his brow that suggests to Donna he hasn’t heard a word she’s said. His next words confirm it.
“You know, I want – just once – to do this according to tradition.”
Donna smiles somewhat mockingly, tracing lazy circles on his chest with the fingers of her free hand. “First time for everything.”
“No, really, I do!” He sits bolt upright. “I know it’s, well, a bit out of character…”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself.”
“…but I want to make sure of this, Donna. And that means…”
“…a wedding, or the Gallifreyan equivalent of one. Yes, I picked up that much.”
There’s a long moment of silence.
“But why, Doctor?”
He moves her arm so that she’s lying down and settles beside her, cradling her cheek with his hand, a look of hope and longing and so many other emotions in his eyes that it makes her catch her breath.
“Because,” he murmurs, “I never want to lose you again. I want you here with me for the rest of time.”
"Forever?" she asks softly.
"Forever," he agrees and claims her lips again.
* * *
She’s woken by a tiny click.
For a moment she just lies there, feeling the softness of the pillow under her head. Bed. Warm blankets. Bit too warm, now that she thinks about it. If she wasn’t so comfortable, she’d throw one off.
“Donna?” a voice murmurs from the doorway.
Ah, so that’s what woke her up.
Typical.
"Doctor," she grumbles sleepily, "just how keen are you for your next regeneration to come sooner rather than later? And at my hands?"
There's a chuckle from the man who is now crawling up the bed towards her. "Aw, you wouldn't," he whines, and she knows that he's using this tone because it's the one she finds most annoying. And then he grabs her hand and tugs on it. “Come on! Are you going to stay there all day?”
She opens one eye to glare at him. "As I recall, you were the one who suggested the bedroom."
He laughs, giving in without argument, sliding back under the covers and snuggling up behind her. She tries to ignore the way her body reacts to his touch, but can’t. In the end she leans back against him, holding his hands against the bare skin of her stomach and keeping them from the exploration they’re beginning to make of other areas of her body.
"Well," he whispers, his breath cool and ticklish on her neck, "can you think of anywhere else you'd rather be?"
Again, this glorious picture exists thanks tonschick’s talents. I thought you all deserved it after what this fic has put you through!
Links to previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (the sad one) Part 4 (the really sad one) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
Author:
katherine_bCharacters/Pairing: The Doctor (Ten) and Donna
Rating: PG… at least…
Spoilers: All of series four of NuWho
Summary: Donna wakes up to find herself in a world that is much too familiar.
Chapter XII – Happily Ever After
“Two tears – that’s all it’s going to take.”
“Donna!”
He rushes at her and grabs her hand, rubbing the place where the teardrop landed so hard that he draws blood, and then stares at the dark fluid seeping out of Donna’s skin. And she watches his face, recognising the instant when he registers in his mind that her skin is cooler than when he last touched it, and that the blood oozing out of the small wound he’s just made on her hand is dark purple, not rich red.
“No, Donna – what have I done? There has to be a way to reverse this, to fix it!”
“Doctor,” she seizes his face in her hands, trying to make him look at her, “you know there isn’t. It’s done. It can’t be undone.”
But he’s already fishing in the pocket of his jacket and an instant later, as he wrenches free of her hold, he pulls out the sonic screwdriver, beginning to scan her with it.
“I always promised myself that this would never happen,” he mutters, and she knows he’s talking to himself. “Never get close to them,” he goes on. “Never let them see you upset so that they won’t try to comfort you. Always be the one who does the caring. But you!”
He stops suddenly and glares at her as if she’s somehow to blame for this.
“You, Donna Noble, you always have to be different!”
“Well, I’m certainly different now,” she argues, having given up trying to calm him down and feeling her own temper rise in response to his accusations. “How many other Time Ladies have you travelled with? Susan? Romana? Anyone else? So I’m pretty different all right!” She slaps the screwdriver aside. “And will you stop bloody bleeping me?!”
The Doctor sits back on his heels, his mouth hanging slightly open, staring at her, as the screwdriver falls to the floor.
Donna feels her fury fade as she looks at him, taking in the hopeless, terrified expression on his face.
“You’ve never done this before,” she says with certainty. “Never let yourself cry, not in front of other people, in case it happened to them. Rose told her mother once – oh, you were out of it at the time, but your subconscious memory tucked it away, so I know – she said that a bottle of your blood would change the future of the human race. But she didn’t know what your tears could do.”
“You’ve changed…”
“You changed me.”
“You’ve become… like me.”
She grins. But when he doesn’t return her smile, she reaches for his hand and places it gently on the right side of her chest. The pulse of her new second heart can be felt under the pressure from his fingers and his face contorts.
“Oh, yes,” she agrees softly.
And the next minute she’s on her feet and in his arms. He’s yelling and whirling her around so fast that the room is a blur. In the back of her mind, Donna feels the TARDIS quickly moving furniture out of the way.
“I should have known,” he roars at the top of his voice. “If anyone was going to find a way to subvert the laws of – well, just about everything, really – and actually manage to do what they said they would, it would have to be you, Donna Noble!”
“Anyone would think,” she protests, “that you were unhappy about what just happened.”
He stops abruptly – the force of it almost throws her to the floor – and glares at her. “If you weren’t as brilliant as me – and remember I know exactly how brilliant that is – I’d think you meant it!”
Donna grins as he sets her feet on the floor. “Well, for someone that brilliant, you can be a bit of a dunce sometimes. I mean, really, screaming and yelling as if the Universe was about to end! Typical bloke!”
And she dots a kiss on his cheek.
A grin slowly works its way across his face, and he moves his hands so that they frame her face. She can feel that his skin is the same temperature as hers and so his hands don’t feel cold anymore.
“Donna Noble,” he says softly. “Time Lady.”
And then he brings his face so close to hers that she can feel his breath on her skin. She murmurs his name - his real name - and sees his eyes light up. They both know what this means. Still, she's not surprised when he speaks again.
"Are you - are you sure? Really positive that this is what you want?"
She slides her arms around his neck and draws him close, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. She sees his eyes drawn to the action and then she touches a feather-light kiss to his mouth. His fingers slide into her hair and she can feel something like a spark of electricity in his touch. She gasps at the feeling, but then his lips are pressed fiercely against hers and she doesn't have the chance to breathe again for a long time.
His hands are no longer on her face, but exploring her shoulders and arms, caressing her breasts, travelling down her stomach, and then holding her hips firmly against his. She lets her arms drop down onto his shoulders and slides her hand under his jacket collar, smoothing the fabric of his shirt with her fingers. The fingers of her other hand play with the hair on the nape of her neck as his tongue slips into her mouth.
Then she realises that his hands are pushing her jacket off her shoulders and she lets go so that he can remove it. However the movement separates them briefly and the kiss is broken. It's only then that Donna becomes aware of how long it's been since she took a breath.
"Thank God for a respiratory bypass system," she splutters as he finally lets her go.
He chuckles, his dark eyes glowing, casting the jacket onto the floor. Then his hands are stroking over her shoulders again and she reciprocates by removing his tie and beginning on the buttons of his shirt.
“Bedroom,” he gasps between frantic kisses.
Donna casts an eye over their surroundings and chuckles against his mouth. “The TARDIS beat you to it,” she tells him, her hands pressed to his chest, feeling his hearts racing beneath her fingers.
Even as he guides her gently towards the large bed, she strips off the grey jacket and lets it fall on top of her own.
“Donna?” he asks as she eases his shirt over his shoulders, “are you sure? Really sure, I mean.”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you ever stop talking, Spaceman?”
He grins as he unfastens the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt and removes the garment, flinging it away. “Sometimes.”
She begins undoing the buckle of his belt. “Then can this be one of those times?” she asks, doing her best imitation of his plaintive tones.
He takes her hand and, without another word, sits down on the bed, pulling her gently with him. His hands are busy undoing the buttons of her blouse as he lies back. She leans on one arm to grin down at him.
“So, does this mean what I think it does?”
He smiles lazily at her, reaching up to play with the hair hanging over her shoulder and stroking the skin along her collarbone. “What does that mighty brain of yours think this means?”
“That ‘mighty brain’ tells me that what we’ve done – and what we’re doing – suggests something pretty permanent between us.”
“Well, good, because I’d hate if it you thought I was going to dump you back in Chiswick in the morning.”
She chuckles. “That thought did cross my mind, I have to admit. Although, with the way your ship and I get on, maybe I could have been the dumper instead of the dumpee.”
He doesn’t even bother to pretend to look afraid at the thought of spending time with Sylvia. In fact, there’s a tiny frown on his brow that suggests to Donna he hasn’t heard a word she’s said. His next words confirm it.
“You know, I want – just once – to do this according to tradition.”
Donna smiles somewhat mockingly, tracing lazy circles on his chest with the fingers of her free hand. “First time for everything.”
“No, really, I do!” He sits bolt upright. “I know it’s, well, a bit out of character…”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself.”
“…but I want to make sure of this, Donna. And that means…”
“…a wedding, or the Gallifreyan equivalent of one. Yes, I picked up that much.”
There’s a long moment of silence.
“But why, Doctor?”
He moves her arm so that she’s lying down and settles beside her, cradling her cheek with his hand, a look of hope and longing and so many other emotions in his eyes that it makes her catch her breath.
“Because,” he murmurs, “I never want to lose you again. I want you here with me for the rest of time.”
"Forever?" she asks softly.
"Forever," he agrees and claims her lips again.
She’s woken by a tiny click.
For a moment she just lies there, feeling the softness of the pillow under her head. Bed. Warm blankets. Bit too warm, now that she thinks about it. If she wasn’t so comfortable, she’d throw one off.
“Donna?” a voice murmurs from the doorway.
Ah, so that’s what woke her up.
Typical.
"Doctor," she grumbles sleepily, "just how keen are you for your next regeneration to come sooner rather than later? And at my hands?"
There's a chuckle from the man who is now crawling up the bed towards her. "Aw, you wouldn't," he whines, and she knows that he's using this tone because it's the one she finds most annoying. And then he grabs her hand and tugs on it. “Come on! Are you going to stay there all day?”
She opens one eye to glare at him. "As I recall, you were the one who suggested the bedroom."
He laughs, giving in without argument, sliding back under the covers and snuggling up behind her. She tries to ignore the way her body reacts to his touch, but can’t. In the end she leans back against him, holding his hands against the bare skin of her stomach and keeping them from the exploration they’re beginning to make of other areas of her body.
"Well," he whispers, his breath cool and ticklish on her neck, "can you think of anywhere else you'd rather be?"
Again, this glorious picture exists thanks to
nschick’s talents. I thought you all deserved it after what this fic has put you through!Links to previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (the sad one) Part 4 (the really sad one) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
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