Something I thought of while I was waiting for my internet to be back. I haven't any as I type this, so I'm sorry if it takes a while.
I own nothing, so Mr. Moffat, or whoever sues people for copyright reasons, keep walkin', there ain't nothing to see here! Unless, of course, you would like to make this into an episode...but then again that wouldn't work, because neither David Tennant, Catherine Tate, or Billie Piper make an appearance in these new seasons. So, as I said, keep waklin', buddy.
Donna was in the console room, but with the Doctor doing nothing but ramble on about things she didn't understand while laying under the console, she decided she would just go do something else. Anything else.
She walked down a corridor and stopped at a door she hadn't seen before. She walked into a surprisingly small bathroom, with pink walls, marble bathtub with a purple curtain pushed to the side of the railing. There was a puffy yellow rug on the floor in front of the marble sink, a marble toilet, and the floors were white square tiles. She walked in the room more, but on her second step she noticed something on the counter and she gasped.
She leaned over the object with her mouth half open.
"A pregnancy test?" she whispered to herself.
Why in the world would Doctor need this? This was beyond strange, beyond anything she had seen in the TARDIS, and that was saying something.
She quickly walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open and the light on, and walked into the console room.
"Yes, human?" he retaliated, getting out from under the console. Noticing her confused expression, he walked over to stand in front of her, hands in his pockets.
"I was wondering around the TARDIS, and I found something."
"Aaand by that you mean...?"
She cleared her throat. Should she ask him? Should she tell him, if that be the case? He may not have a clue. Whoever it may have been who had had a reason to use the test was obviously close to the Doctor. But did he know about the test? But then, she came up with a plan.
"Who's bathroom is that?" she asked, pointing to the open door in the corridor.
He stared at the door for a moment, a frown becoming more and more apparent on his face every second. He cleared his throat.
The one he'd lost...of course. It half-made sense now, at least. But it still didn't fully make sense just yet. She had known they were close, but had no idea it was of that measure.
"Oh, okay," she replied calmly.
He turned and went back to the repairs he was working on when she'd interrupted him.
As she walked back to her room, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She guessed it wasn't that shocking. He cared for her, and sometimes you just do things you don''t think about. But then again, maybe it wasn't Doctor, maybe Rose had a boyfriend. But she couldn't imagine having a boyfriend while traveling with the Doctor, wit all the whizzing around and what not, it'd be hard to stay long enough to stay close with said boyfriend. Of course, she had no idea, she didn't have a boyfriend or anything. But she could imagine it being difficult. Once she got to her room, she walked in and shut the door behind her, and sat on her bed.
She didn't know how long she sat there before it happened. Lights flashed and one of her walls was illuminated with a white light. Only one wall, not anything else. The TARDIS was known to do strange things, but she'd never see it do this. She got up and stood in front of the wall and stared. It slowly, ever so slowly, turned into an image of a beach. The angle turned and she saw a young blonde girl, looking positively distraught. She was watching her when she noticed a man in the background, appearing out of nowhere. The blonde girl turned to face the man, who Donna now saw was the Doctor. She walked over to him, still upset looking. The angle moved with the girl, and it seemed the Doctor was just as upset as the girl. They said words she couldn't hear. The girl was crying...hard. And then she heard her speak, saying, through tears,
"...and the baby."
The Doctor looked shocked. Donna watched as if she were watching a movie.
"You're not...?" the Doctor asked.
Donna's eyes widened.
"No..." the girl said, but then Donna couldn't hear them anymore.
But when the girl had said 'no', she had seen something in her eyes, other than the tears. It was mischief, but in a sad way, not even in the least a playful way. Donna knew the girl had lied. It was written all over her face. She watched as the Doctor disappeared into thin air on her wall, and the girl sobbed harder. The wall slowly faded away and turned back to normal, and Donna sat back on her bed.
After a moment of heavy contemplation, it clicked.
The girl was Rose. Rose's bathroom had a pregnancy test on it, and she had obviously lied about it to the Doctor to make it easier on him when he...disappeared. She wished she could have heard them.
She looked up at the ceiling. "You couldn't have let me listen?"
The TARDIS replied with a a rather angry sounding course of beeps and other sounds.
Donna shook her head. Rose had got pregnant, but was it the Doctor child? Or was it her boyfriend's? Did she have a boyfriend? Surely not, considering the way the Doctor talks about her.
But, when he had said, "You're not..." it sounded as if it was a possibility that she was, or else he wouldn't have inquired on the subject at all. Donna squinted her eyes in thought. He head was spinning. She was deep in thought when she heard a knock at her door. As she walked towards her door, she glanced at the wall once more to make sure it was normal before opening the door and seeing the Doctor standing there.
"Who was talking in here?" he asked.
Donna glanced at the wall and back at him. "No one."
"Then why did I hear talking?"
"How am I supposed to know? Your ship, your ghosts."
He squinted at her and slowly walked away. Donna shut her door and sighed in relief. She laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling, half-hoping it would show the the beach scene again, this time with sound.
It was positively awful that he didn't know (unless it wasn't his, but she was almost sure it was) he had a child. He didn't even have a clue. Or maybe he did. She truly had no idea about any of it. Was she making it something bigger than it was? Or was it perfectly normal to think so hard on such things?
There was a knock on her door again, this time a little harder than the the previous time.
She got up and walked to it, and opened it again. The Doctor, again.
"I was sure I heard voices," he said.
She rolled her eyes. The voices had been loud...
"Look, I'm sure you just-" she started, but he interrupted her.
"I heard voices. I know that voice anywhere. Donna, please, do you have any idea what it could have been?" he said, almost helplessly.
She felt terrible now. Had she not been so curious, the TARDIS wouldn't have shown her that and he wouldn't have been reminded of that obviously heartbreaking time.
"No, I'm sorry," she replied.
He nodded and walked away.
The look on his face right before he walked away was absolutely horrible. So sad and upset. He had heard the woman he love's voice, and it seemed to come out of nowhere, and it brought back bad—and maybe some good—memories for him.
She shut the door and leaned her back against it. She had a problem on her hands. Should she tell him and him not be able to see his child, or the mother of it? That just seemed cruel. But him not knowing was cruel also. She knew Rose had lied to him to prevent this from happening, but Donna found out, and now she had no idea what to do.
Thanks for reading :)
Note: "Taradiddle" means "a lie".