Final chapter! I just read a thing, some of you might have heard, that bebo users get to pick a slang term to be in the next edition of the Collins dictionary. Now, I use bebo, but I haven't even heard of half of these terms that all young people are meant to have used. The ones I have heard of are distinctly chavvish. Why do people think all young people are chavs. I'm not, and I don't know anyone who is. Anyway, chav rant over. Enjoy le chapter.
The next time the Doctor appeared through the TARDIS doors, he was looking considerably more cheerful, but there was something suspicious about his cheerfulness. Donna was pretty sure there was only one thing that would make him look so cheerful.
"What's happened now?" she half shouted at him, then realised that was probably uncalled for, and lowered her voice a bit "Why do you look so happy?"
"She is amazing! How come no one noticed before?" he almost skipped around the console, flicking a couple of buttons absently as he skidded to a halt behind Donna, who turned looking severely at him. "I…um…had a proper conversation with her. And she um…wants to help me find her!"
Donna rolled her eyes. Brilliant as he was, talking to the Doctor could be like talking to a three year old.
"Uh, Doctor…small problem? We can't get through to her universe."
His face fell abruptly, and Donna wished she hadn't said anything.
"I know." he said, more gloomy "but still…"
Donna smiled sympathetically, and put an arm around him. Despite his cool couldn't-care-less exterior show he usually wore, he was lonely and sad, and sometimes he just really needed a hug. And despite her own lippy exterior, she wanted to help him, not hurt him. She took a deep breath.
"Doctor, I know you miss her. But…talking to her past self isn't going to help, is it? It's going to make things worse for you, because the more you are reminded of her, the more you'll realise you've lost. And…she'd want you to be happy, I'm sure she would. So do I." Donna grinned "You just sit around moping all day!"
The Doctor nodded slowly, got up, and headed for the TARDIS doors, idly patting Donna's shoulder as he passed.
"Thanks, Donna. I know it's no fun for you, me moping around." He smiled momentarily, then disappeared through the wide wooden doors.
Walking down the crowded street, the Doctor mulled over what Donna had said. He needed to erase this Rose's memories, because he knew she was completely right: he would just cause himself more pain later. Looking down at his filthy white converses, he realised that he had no idea where he was, and even less idea where Rose would be at this time of day. At school, probably. He was about to turn back and attempt to find the TARDIS again, when a familiar voice caught his attention. Blimey. That girl had some kind of magnetic force.
"Hey Rose!" he called back, letting a smile creep over his face. He couldn't help it. It was just so good to see her. She grinned back as if she was pleased to see him, too. "Rose. I have to erase your memory. Now – sorry"
She stared at him as if he were insane. Which he was. But not for erasing her memory. He was insane because he would be happy not to, and if he didn't do it now, he would lose any resolution he had.
"Why?" Her brown eyes met his, and his hearts skipped a beat.
"Because," he paused "because otherwise I won't be able to. All I want to say, before I do this, is that I want you to know that I loved you more than anything, and I am just so sorry that I never told you when I had the chance." The Doctor took a deep breath which shook a little as he drew it in. "Do you trust me?"
He oh-so-gently placed his hands on the sides of her face, then dipped into her mind. It wasn't hard to find the memories with him in. They were the brightest and freshest, the newest. He removed them from her mind, and caught her as she slumped to the ground. Memories of when she had nearly been killed by the time vortex rushed to the surface, as he laid her down gently. The Doctor desperately wanted to stay to see if she was ok, but he knew he couldn't afford her to have any memory of his face, and hurried away.
Donna paced around the TARDIS, wondering if the Doctor would actually be able to remove himself from Rose's memories, or if he just wouldn't have the strength. She could sympathise with the whole losing-someone-you-love situation, considering that a year and a bit ago her fiancé had tried to feed her to a giant spider. Despite the fact that he had attempted to kill her, she still felt sad sometimes, thinking about his death. How the Racnoss had killed him, despite his alliance with it. Maybe something that stung worse than that, were the memories of Lance telling her that he didn't love her, that it was a pretence. It wasn't like she hadn't heard it all before, but it still stung. She had loved that guy to bits. It was slightly before this that she had met the Doctor the "Martian" as she had called him. Anxious to get back to her wedding, Donna realised she probably hadn't been overly sensitive about his lost friend, who she had finally discovered was called Rose. Since finding the Doctor again, he mentioned her little, but when he did take the liberty to tell her about one of their adventures, his face lit up, like he was whole again. Donna smiled. It was nice to see him happy, for once. Once, when he had said something jokingly about Lance, she had stormed off to her room, scowling. At least the person he loves is still alive. At least she loves him back! Recently, however, Donna had stopped moping over Lance. After all there were some very attractive blokes out there, and she lived in a ship that travelled through time and space! She could still sympathise with the Doctor, though. She could move on, but he couldn't. She supposed if Lance was still alive, then maybe she'd have more difficulty, too.
A loud voice shocked her out of her thoughts.
"I've never seen you so quiet!" he announced, frowning at her. "You are exercising a lot of restraint today."
"Oi! Watch it spaceman!" Donna paused, guessing he was being so gobby to hide that he was upset. She did it all the time, after all "So…how did it go?"
"Oh, it was ok." His grin which he had worn faltered and died. "You know." He paused, then passed his tongue over his lips "So…where to next? There is this truly amazing place I know. Planet. Blue trees! I know! Betcha never seen blue trees before, Donna Noble. Or we could…"
"Blue trees it is then, mister!"
He grinned, then spun away from her, crashing into the console with crushing force, running his fingers over the levers and buttons, pumping and pulling, flicking switches. Donna wasn't Rose, but she was a friend, a good friend, who deserved to see the universe. He flashed a smile at her.
"Onwards and upwards."
And the TARDIS lurched into action.
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