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2022-09-22 12:22 am
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Hello! You've reached Donna Noble! I can't answer the phone right now, but you know what to do. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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2013-05-18 01:36 am

Of Drunkness and Lonliness ♦ for [personal profile] nevermindtherunning

Donna's divorce had finally come through. It was a short-lived marriage. Doomed before it had even begun. Donna had received a lottery ticket on her wedding day. To this day she still didn't know who had left it with her Grandad for her - and she wasn't sure if she wanted to smack them or hug them. That night she had won 23 million pounds - triple rollover. Talk about a stroke of good luck; she was overjoyed. What better way to start married life than with a heap of cash in the bank?

Apparently what they say is true - money can't buy you happiness. Donna was quick to realise that with 23 million pounds in the bank Shaun was a lot less interest in her and a lot more interested in her bank account. She figured that maybe it was just excitement, after all, neither of them had ever had very much money, it was an exciting time. But when the impulse buying didn't seem to stop Donna began to see it wasn't just the initial excitement.

She had barely touched a penny of the money for herself. She had paid off the mortgage on her mum's house and had treated herself to a few pairs of shoes and a few outfits. And she had browsed a few house sites looking for a love nest. But in the same amount of time Shaun had blown money on expensive casino trips with his mates, a motorbike, new gadgets, champagne parties and other needless things. Donna was all for having a good time, but it seemed that once Shaun got with his mates she became invisible. When he bought a yacht despite not liking water, she drew the line and filed for divorce.

It was a long, slow, tedious process. And Shaun fought tooth and nail to try and get his hands on half her money. In the end the judge ruled that he wasn't entitled to a penny because lottery winnings were not "matrimonial property". She left him with his yacht and his motorbike and their crappy rented apartment and she moved back in with her mum and grandad until she could look for a place of her own.

What she needed, she decided, was a night out. A nice, normal night out so she could just forget about all the drama back home and just relax. She phoned Veena, and agreed to meet in the pub at seven.

That was two and a half hours ago. Veena hadn't shown, just sent a text to say she couldn't make it. Great. Just what Donna needed. She could've called Nerys, but that was probably worse than sitting alone. And that is how she came to be sat at the bar cradling a glass of wine and a bag of pork scratchings; and most likely verging closer to the side of drunk rather than sober.
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2013-02-14 01:22 am

Starships Were Meant To Fly ♦ with [livejournal.com profile] go_downswinging

One day Donna was determined to phone Dean for something that didn't involve monsters. Maybe a chat or a drink. Anything that didn't involve the killing of and/or almost being killed by monsters. That day was not today.

She pulled out her phone and dialled Dean's number. As usual she got his voicemail. She knew that one of these days she was going to leave a message and it'd never get heard because he would be dead or something. It was hardly the safest of careers, after all.

"Hi, Dean. It's me. I know, I know. I only call when I want something, typical woman. I'm in the hospital, don't worry, I'm not dead, yet. Just a little beat up. See, there were these deaths and it sounded pretty vampy so I came to check it out. And I found one, and it attacked me - don't worry it didn't bite me. But it was pretty weird, see, it had the fangs but it also had this weird spike thing on it's wrist. Well, I beheaded the bastard before it could kill me, but I dunno, the deaths don't seem to've stopped.

Give me a call if you can?" She also left the details of her location, just in case.
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2013-01-25 01:36 am

On the Run ♦ 012. One Step Closer to Goodbye ♦ with <user site="livejournal.com" user="captoftardis"

Saying goodbye to Kassia was one of the hardest things Donna had had to do. If ever she had a daughter of her own she hoped she'd be just like Kas. Being around her triggered all those deep rooted maternal instincts Donna tried so hard to hide. In fact, part of her had been more than a little tempted to stay behind with Kassia on Scallite VI to keep her company and help her adjust. She had contemplated the idea more than she cared to admit. Probably best not to tell the Doctor and the others. But even as they were in the TARDIS and ready to go she wondered if she was making the right choice...

With a sigh she settled in the jump seat watching the screen. "So then... Where to now? What's first on the giant list of botch ups to fix?" Her tone was light, but inside her heart was breaking. Typical Donna, hiding all her pain behind a smile and a laugh.

She knew soon enough she would have to say goodbye to Rose and John too and her heart would break that little bit more. And she couldn't help but fear that once everything was back to normal that she would be forced to say goodbye to the Doctor and return to Chiswick. That thought alone was enough to make her chest clench and her breath catch in her throat. It would be the hardest goodbye of all.

"Where to? When? And who do we get to schmooze with?"
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2013-01-21 01:45 am
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2012-12-13 03:16 am

Of Blood and Vampires ♦ with [livejournal.com profile] go_downswinging

It had been awhile since Donna had been in touch with Dean. She was still no closer to tracking down the Doctor and getting back to her own page on the calendar. She was beginning to think that maybe she would be stuck here forever. It wasn't so bad, but she missed her grandad, and she missed the Doctor.

She threw herself into researching the weird and the supernatural. And she was getting quite good at wiping out vengeful spirits all by herself - and so far she had avoided being arrested!

Of course, she still found herself reaching for the phone to call Dean when she came across something she wasn't sure about. And like other times she got his voicemail. She knew one of these times she'd probably hit a deadline, but for now she was just thankful she could leave a message.

"Dean, hi. It's Donna. Look, I'm in Maine and there's been some weird deaths going on. All the victims have like puncture marks and they've been drained of blood. I've been looking up on the web on conspiracy sites and weird creature sites and I know I'm going to kick myself for asking this but... are vampires real?"
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2012-10-12 01:41 am

Of Black Smoke and Monsters ♦ with [livejournal.com profile] go_downswinging & <user site

It had been two months since Donna had said goodbye to Dean outside of the motel in the back of beyond after they had laid a vengeful spirit to rest. Two months, and she was still no closer to finding the Doctor. It was almost as though he'd disappeared from reality. A thought that scared her to the core.

She had invested in a laptop and had been looking into a number of weird and bizarre things. Mostly conspiracy theories. After all, wherever there was trouble, there was likely to be the Doctor. And it had worked the last time she had tried to find him. Of course, it had taken her a year of searching and investigating to do it.

Her latest investigations had led her to Woodruff, Utah, but it was like nothing she had ever seen before. She debated for some time whether or not to try calling Dean. She had found herself often wanting to call him, but always chickened out. But now, she wasn't sure what choice she had. Eventually she gathered the nerve to dial the number he had left her with. She half expected it to be a dead number, after all, Dean seemed the sort of guy to change his number regularly. But it rang and she got the voice mail of one 'Erik Turner', yet even with the fake name she totally recognised the voice.

"... Dean, it's Donna - I don't know if you remember me but I could really use your help." She paused for a second, biting on her bottom lip before continuing. "Do you know anything about black smoke monsters? Call me..."
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2012-09-23 08:28 pm

Of Hunters and Travellers ♦ with [livejournal.com profile] go_downswinging

Donna wasn't sure what had pulled her apart from the Doctor - she had no idea if he was unharmed or even if he was still alive. He had promised, in those last few seconds before they were separated that he would find her, and all she could do was trust in him. He'd never let her down yet.

Her plan - in theory - was simple. Head back to Chiswick and wait at home for word from the Doctor. Of course, she woke up in some backwater town in the middle of nowhere. Wizard. Just wizard. First things first - sleep, eat, and then find the nearest airport and get the hell out of Dodge.

She checked herself into the nearest motel. A two star (although that was probably pushing it) pit that looked about ready for demolition. But there was a bed and that was good enough for her. At least, it was good enough until she was trying to sleep. She kept feeling a chill - someone walking over her grave, as her Nan would've said. And the lights kept flickering. Perfect.

Despite the fact any sane person would probably be asleep, she rolled out of bed, tied up her hair into a sloppy ponytail, pulled on her shoes and trudged to the next room, knocking on the door.
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2012-08-14 01:34 pm

I Want to Fly Away ♦ for [livejournal.com profile] doctor_wontdie

Donna would be the first to admit that being a single mum is hard. And being a single mum to a super genius, half Time Lord is even harder. Sure, she has the support of her mum and her grandad, and the Doctor pops in from time to time and she loves Molly to bits, but sometimes she can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed, a bit trapped and very lonely.

She doesn't regret having Molly for a single second, of course she doesn't. But sometimes she feels like she can't breathe. Tonight is one of those nights. So, once Molly is tucked up safe and sound and left under the watch of Sylvia; Donna heads out to sit up the hill and gaze at the stars.

She misses her old life; in the TARDIS, with the Doctor. But she makes do. What else can she do?
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2012-05-24 12:05 am

On the Run ♦ 008. Shattering Crystals and Shattering Hearts ♦ with <user site="livejournal.com" user

How long had it been since that shot rang out? How long since the sound of something dropping into the water? Seconds? Minutes? Donna could hear and feel her heartbeat drumming in her ears and in her head. Panic had frozen her to the spot. Panic and fear. What was she supposed to do? Stay put? Go out? Oh, she felt sick with fear.

Once the noise outside died down she made her way to the door and after some stearn words to the Old Girl, she managed to get the door open and peeked outside. No sign of any soldiers – always good. But no sign of the Doctor either. That really didn’t help her already overactive imagination.

"Doctor?" Her voice came out as a squeak, so she swallowed and tried again. "Doctor??" The lack of response did little to ease her worry.

She stepped out of the TARDIS and locked the door behind herself. "Don't you go drifting off to the Middle Ages, Old Girl. Wait here. " She had to find the Doctor, she just had to. Maybe... maybe if he was dead and she got him back to the TARDIS in time he could regenerate? Or maybe he wasn't dead? And even if he was dead she couldn't just leave him on some alien planet all by himself! Her head was spinning as the possibilities ran through her mind.

He had to be alright. He just had to be. She couldn't do this by herself. How was she meant to rescue Rose and Handy and fix the universe without him? What did she have until Emergency Programme One activated? Five hours? Less? Would she be able to stop it?

Donna paused and forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down. Step one – find the Doctor. There was no point in worrying until she knew what she was facing...
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2012-04-28 12:33 pm

On the Run ♦ 007. Glimmer of Hope ♦ with [livejournal.com profile] captoftardis

Donna had lost count of how many days they had been stuck on the Shadow Hunter's planet. So far they had been shot at, chased, almost blown up - so much for disguises. So far, however, they had remained uncaptured, mostly due to an insane amount of running. A couple of days into their game of cat and mouse, Donna and the Doctor stumbled (quite literally) upon a group similar to themselves - other outlaws on the run from the Shadow Hunters.

It had taken a bit to convince the Doctor to accept their help, especially since it was trusting Regina that had gotten them into this mess in the first place. But for now, they had travelling company. The group knew all the best safe spots, they knew how to find food and how best to avoid the Hunters. It was still incredibly dangerous, but it made Donna feel a little safer knowing she could sleep and someone would be keeping watch - it also meant the Doctor could sleep without worry. Hopefully.

The leader of the group, Tomas, had mentioned they had a spaceship out by the western city limits. It was damaged though, in desperate need of repair, hence why they were sneaking around deserted buildings instead of taking to the skies.

After a long day of travelling and scavenging, Donna had quickly fallen asleep with her head upon the Doctor's lap. Tomas approached him with a mug of tea, holding it out to him. "Your wife looks exhausted."
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2012-01-21 04:19 pm

Of Meteors and Monsoons ♦ with [livejournal.com profile] gaillfreys_last

Holidays couldn't last forever. Which probably explained why Donna was knee-deep in mud, soaking wet, freezing cold and three miles from the bleedin' TARDIS. Warm tropic suns, the Doctor had said. Glorious sunny beaches, he'd promised. The greatest meteor shower this side of the galaxy. Too bad they'd landed a decade too early in the middle of monsoon season.

Her boots were ruined. There was no way this purple sludge would ever wash out. Still, she couldn't be too angry. Not when the natives were battling to stop their houses washing away. And the Doctor, being the generous soul that he is, offered his and Donna's assistance. "It's bloody freezing here."