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Author's note: Season 4 - mostly from Donna's point of view.
The Voyage of the Damned
Is he clutching at straws? Is Astrid Peth, this waitress with the bright smile, was she a straw to be clutched at? Is saying yes to her cruel?
But there is no choice, really, is there? Abandon the poor girl to a life of serving fizzy wine to rich people from Sto, the pompous and the rude and the Rickson Slades of the universe no, he couldnt do that. Absolutely couldnt do that.
Even so, hes not sure if hes right, not sure at all.
Later, as she flies at last, a stream of stardust, he finds that he was.
Partners in Crime
She can't believe it. She really cannot believe it. Though she's spent the best part of the last six months trying to find him, it seems impossible that there he is same brown suit, same eyes, same teeth looking back at her through the window. Donna finds herself overjoyed to see him. He can help, and his very presence means she hasn't gone mad after all, something she was seriously beginning to consider.
But though she's overjoyed to see the Doctor, in some ways he's just as scary as he was before. It's not just the suit that hasn't changed.
The Fires of Pompeii
In her search for the Doctor Donna had not forgotten the Racnoss, the fire and the flood and destruction. But she had managed to push the destruction to the back of her mind in favour of the miracle of the stars and the wonders he could show her.
Now she stares at the stricken depths in his eyes. How can he speak of such a choice? How can he consider making such a choice?
The burden of a Time Lord. As Donna places her hand over his, cool despite the flames, she thinks she understands what he means.
Planet of the Ood
It's the most beautiful music she's ever heard, and the most painful. It echoes in every corner of her mind, filling it with grief and loss and captivity. It hurts. She wonders how the Doctor can hear it and not hurt, but then she looks at him and realises he's just used to the pain. Suddenly the alienness of the situation, of this world, of the Ood's song, overwhelms. She longs for the safe arms of her grandfather, the smell of their boring house. Donna Noble, citizen of the Earth, knows for the first time what home really means. Safety.
The Sontaran Stratagem
Stand too close and people get burned, Martha had said. She'd nodded, and gone home. Thinking she'd had enough time to warn her mother and her grandfather. Thinking everything would be all right, because she was Donna Noble, she wasn't going to turn into a soldier. Home was where the heart was, and her heart was definitely in Chiswick, with her Gramps and a cup of tea.
But then he'd come, with his sonic screwdriver and his fiddling. As her grandfather struggled inside the car, Donna realised what Martha had meant. Stand too close, and you risk everything you love.
The Poison Sky
He said goodbye to her earlier, thinking she was leaving him, and she listened and wanted to laugh because really, he was being such an bloke. Just a regular bloke talking about impossible things.
Now, he's saying goodbye and this time he really means it. He's clutching his machine a thing cobbled together from odds and ends that's just saved the Earth and he's saying goodbye. Donna wants to scream and shout but she can't.
Then he's gone, in the blink of an eye, all for the sake of his ridiculous morals. And there's nothing she can do.
The Doctor's Daughter
Today's been odd. Any day with the Doctor's odd, but today odder than most. First there was the hand, which was quite the most disgusting thing she'd found yet on the TARDIS. Then the daughter and the revelations that followed; who'd have thought the Doctor could've been a father? And the whole seven-day war thing, though she's feeling more than a little triumphant for working it out.
But the oddest thing was seeing the Doctor with a gun. He said he never would. But Donna rather feels that he could and that's the scariest thing of all.
The Unicorn and the Wasp
After it was all over, and they'd deposited Agatha Christie (Agatha Christie!) in Harrogate with the right amount of time between disappearance and reappearance, Donna retired to her room with the facsimile copy of Death in the Clouds. She took off the pretty dress and slowly detached the pins from her hair, going through the day. Good party, shame about the murders, she could've done without the giant wasp. She'd kissed the Doctor. That thought got her to her feet, to brush her teeth; anchovies and ginger beer had not been a good combination. Not good at all.
Silence in the Library
She spots it immediately the way the professor's looking at the Doctor. Donna's seen that look before; she saw it in Martha's eyes just days earlier, and she sees a version of it in her own eyes when she looks into a mirror. This River Song knows him, and knows him well.
But not her. Donna doesn't recognise the look in River Song's eyes when the professor looks at her. Instead, there's awe, fear, pity, and Donna can't help but feel a shiver up her spine. She's going to travel with him forever so where is she in this future?
The Forest of the Dead
He's not all right. He's pretending, and it'd fool most people. Not Donna Noble. He's broken up inside, and she can sympathise.
She'd really loved Lee. She doesn't know if he was real probably not, and though the Doctor's everything had hurt, he was right but she'd loved him. Lee had been sweet, and generous, and he'd loved her back. Now he's gone, torn from her by the Doctor saving everyone. Everyone lives, but not that love.
The Doctor takes her hand, and they go to bid farewell to River Song. They're not all right, but they'll get through, together.
Donna's enchanted by Midnight from the moment they land (in a cleaning cupboard, which is only just big enough to let them open the TARDIS door). The Doctor finds her a brochure and checks them into a suite with two enormous bedrooms and a lounge with a view of the diamond waterfalls outside.
Rest and relaxation, he says, with a grin. Donna's already picking out treatments. I've always wanted to come here, he adds, throwing himself into a chair and propping his feet up on the coffee table.
But by the next day, neither of them can wait to leave.
The sky's burning, the air's full of fumes, half the world's dead, and Donna cannot understand why this girl is telling her she's special. There's such a look in the blonde stranger's eyes a look of hope, and belief, and desperation and Donna would love to be that saviour she's looking for, this brave traveller with the mysterious Doctor, but she's not. She's not. She's just an out-of-work, homeless temp from Chiswick and she knows there's nothing she can do.
And so she turns her back, and walks away, back to her family. Because that's all that's left.
The Stolen Earth
Intellectually, Donna had always understood what the Doctor had said about his planet being gone. There was a planet this Gallifrey, a word always uttered with awe and wonder and now it wasn't there any more. She'd understood that.
She had never understood what that meant. Sitting on the steps, Donna realised for the first time how empty the universe was without your planet in it. The Earth, with its dirt and its traffic and its rivers and mountains, and with its people they were part of her. And they were gone, leaving a space that would never be filled.
From nothing, there is everything. Donna opens her eyes, blinks, and there is the universe, spread out before her in all its glory and magnificence. And it all makes sense, perfect sense, and she knows without thinking what she has to do and how she'll do it. She can feel the new Doctor, rough-edged in his blue suit, and her old Doctor, all pain and power, and her brain brings them together, clicks levers and hits buttons, and it's wonderful. It's like playing with fire and she's inflammable, she's unstoppable.
She's the Doctor-Donna, and she will be forever.