The Lost Girl
Summary: Donna has run into trouble in an old warehouse.
Disclaimer: Don't own
AN/Warnings: I initially wanted to write some crack to juxtapose all the CoE angst, but that didn't exactly work out.
Written for weekly drabble challenge #15 at doctor_donna on LJ. Prompt was 'watching'. Also, the setting was kinda inspired by the song "Dance Commander" by Electric Six.
The Doctor was watching the crowd warily, searching for any sign of his ginger companion. The loud music was grating, the crowd dancing in unison. He edged carefully around the mass of bodies. When he finally reached a corner of the old warehouse, he found a little girl with bright red hair, curled up and crying. Donna. He knelt down next to her, touching her shoulder. She looked up at him, her eyes fearful, tears still pouring down her face.
"Let me take you somewhere safe," he shouted over the noise. The little girl looked at him warily. For a moment, he thought she would be too scared to accept his offer, and he would have to drag the child screaming to the Tardis. Luckily, it didn't come to that. She put her little hand in his and held on tight as he led them back the way he had came.
When they reached the exit, he let the heavy door swing shut behind them, muffling most of the noise from within.
"Where are we?" little Donna asked him, her face tear-stained.
"We are a long way from home," the Doctor answered her, "But don't worry, I'll keep you safe."
She seemed reassured by that, and walked alongside him as he led her back to the Tardis, where he hopefully would be able to reverse whatever had happened to her. He cast a glance back at the warehouse. He was not finished with that place yet.