Okay, so this is the start of this fanfic. I wanted to do something that involved The Doctor acting as John Smith, and because Donna can't remember him as 'The Doctor' himself, I felt it'd be easier to combine the pair. I have seen some similar types of storylines around, but all of them are original and different in some way. I can't help but ship Donna/John and it's such a good way to bring Donna back. Anyway, this is chapter 1. I don't own Doctor Who or the characters. (Feel free to review. I always like a good comment.)
"You've got to be kidding me." Donna frowned as she glanced outside the home she shared with both her mother and grandfather, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the silver car which was blocking the blue one her and her mother shared. Her lips formed a pout and she shook her head, folding her arms across her chest.
"I hate it when that happens. They have the whole of Chiswick to park their car and they choose to block mine. Look at that, there's space down there, loads of it and yet there they go, parking up in front of some vulnerable stranger."
Sylvia had entered the room towards the end of her daughter's ramblings, and chuckled lightly to her words. "You? A vulnerable stranger?" Donna shot her gaze around, flashing her mother a look as if to say 'Shut up' before pushing herself away from the window.
"I'll 'av 'em won't get away with this." And with that, she walked off, grabbing her car keys from the side and made her way out of the house. Sylvia called back with a quick "Don't get into trouble." Which Donna simply ignored, and she quickly approached the silver car, pacing around it slowly. It was obvious what she was doing. She was trying to draw attention to herself in hope that the car's owner came along, and she was in luck.
A tall, skinny man in a long brown jacket approached, her brow raised and a small, yet still completely obvious smirk pasted across his lips. "Can I help you?" He asked, eyeing up the all familiar red headed woman.
Oh, Donna Noble. The Doctor could remember everything about her. Of course he could. She was his best friend, and now, even though he was stood just inches from her, she didn't recognise him. She couldn't remember him.
"Do you own this car?" She asked, looking the stranger up and down. He watched her do so, his smirk soon being replaced by a small smile and he nodded "I do, what is it to you?" He knew exactly what she was talking about, and he knew what she was doing. He'd parked the car deliberately in front of Donna's in the hope that she'd react this way and he'd been in luck.
"You parked it in front of my car." She uttered, gesturing towards the blue vehicle, and he simply nodded.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realise my parking would cause any problems. I'm John… John Smith. I've just moved in next door."
Donna averted her gaze to the house beside her own,the same house that had been empty for as long as she could remember and soon turned to look back at The Doctor. Her expression softened and she held out her hand, indicating for her new neighbour to shake it, and as he did, she spoke.
"John Smith, you say? What a wonderfully unoriginal name. Did your parents hate using their imagination?" She asked, prolonging the moment to do her own introduction, and as John laughed gently to her words, she soon continued. "I'm Donna… Noble."
The Doctor smiled. "It's lovely to meet you Donna Noble." And before he knew it, he was jumping in at the deep end. "How about I make it up to you properly, hm?" He asked, raising one brow as he watched Donna's face.
She was beautiful. He always had thought so and now, more than ever, he couldn't help but stare a little. Donna had noticed him, the way his dark brown eyes seemed to be starting right through her caused the hairs to stand up on the back of her neck and she was uncertain whether it was the good type, or the extremely negative type.
Did he fancy her? She didn't want to think such vain thoughts. They'd been speaking for just under five minutes and yet here she was, believing that this stranger could be interested in her. The only thing was that she wanted him to. She wanted this man to be attracted to her. He was good looking. Skinny, but never the less nice to look at.
Not one man had shown her any real attention since Shaun her ex husband. She knew the marriage wasn't going to last, but had gone along with it. She wanted to believe that she had a man to keep but once again, it ended rather abruptly. The red head was beginning to believe she was worthless when it came to men. She never seemed to have any luck.
"Are you okay?" She asked rather suddenly, taking a small step forward towards him. "You seem to be staring." It was the only way Donna could get the words out, and she wanted to know what he was looking at. She knew it was her, but she didn't see why. There was nothing special about her. She didn't think so.
"I was just wondering-"He started, allowing his gaze to look away from her for a moment before returning it, and he flashed her a warm, charming smile. "D'ya want to go for a drink? Let me make it up to you… for parking in front of your car. It's the least I can do, honestly."
Donna listened to his words, not sure how to respond. He could have been anyone. For all she knew, he could have been a serial killer and yet she was left not really caring. "I'd love to."
She really didn't know what had gotten into herself. She'd been so set in causing an argument with the owner of the silver car and yet now, she was swooning silently over him. He wasn't even her type. He had a predictable name, awful fashion sense and the skinniest frame she'd ever seen.
"There's a café at the end of the street. Shall we go there? It's not perfect, and the coffee's almost piss weak, but it'll do."
The Doctor laughed at Donna's remark, his two hearts beating hard against his chest at the all too familiar tone in her voice. He'd missed that. The way she'd describe things. Donna knew how to make him laugh, and it felt so good to be reunited with that.
"Sounds like a lovely place." He responded, almost sarcastically before moving himself from the spot and he started down the road, wanting Donna to lead the way.