noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ a worried woman)
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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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?
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ a worried woman)
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...
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ walk into the sun)
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."
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ oi! you what?)
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."


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