noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ talk for hours)
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.
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ talk for hours)
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?"
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ a worried woman)
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..."
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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