Summary: Set after JE, this features a message Donna made during JE for the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I wanted to buy TenII since RTD and the BBC don't want him anymore…
A/N: This bombarded me during a migraine the other day, and made me cry.
A Message From Donna
The Doctor was lost in his dark thoughts. Nobody loved him anymore; nobody truly cared. It had been too long since he'd heard a friendly voice… At that moment something flashed up on the monitor.
INCOMING MESSAGE – SAVED
What? He pressed a button on the console, and the voice of Donna hit him as clear as day. "This is to be shown to him if I don't make it today. I'm sorry to bother you after the rotten day you've had, darling, but I need to get a message to him..."
The video message popped up with Donna looking more than a bit apprehensive. There was noisy chatter and whoops of joy in the background somewhere; that helped him place when she had made this message.
"Hello! I'm doing this while I get the chance, and I would have said this in person but it's a bit hard to get anywhere near you at the moment. And I haven't got long; not enough to wait until I can say this to you."
She looked anxiously at the door.
"I just wanted to say... I love you, Spaceman! Thank you for being my best friend. No, I don't think I could have said that to your face without you thinking I'm dying which I am, in a way; but you know what I mean."
She pulled a glum face at the screen, kissed her fingertips and placed them onto the monitor.
"Donna?" His voice came from the direction of her door, and then his duplicate slowly appeared in the room. "We're saying our goodbyes and then we're going."
She instantly held out her arms and he flung himself into them, hugging her tightly.
"You have a good life for me, Earthman, do you hear? You're to be my brave little soldier and live the life I can't." she softly told him, still keeping hold of him.
He nodded mutely. "What do I tell her, Donna? How do I get her to like me?" he asked forlornly.
"Tell her the truth; that he is sending her the part of him that loves her," she simply replied.
"But what about him? She'll ask about how he feels, and what he will do now," he sadly wondered.
"Say that he has chosen me over her. That should make it easier for her; help her cope," Donna suggested.
"And what about you?" His voice broke then.
She pulled back and smiled gently at him. "I'll be my usual old self. We go on; we live." She tenderly stroked his cheek to console him. "I'm sorry I won't be there with you."
"But you will," he insisted. He took hold of her hand and placed it on his chest. "You'll be there, in my heart, as part of me."
"Sentimental fool!" She teared up slightly then. "You'll have me showing myself up next."
"No, you'd never do that," he replied. "Goodbye Donna." He then chastely kissed her mouth, before sharing a final hug.
"Time to meet our destiny, eh?" she asked him pathetically, and they nodded their agreement. With a last minute thought she bent forward to turn the recording off, still holding onto his hand for moral support.
So that's what she was doing while he had been talking in the console room. He hadn't even noticed she was missing; he had been too engrossed in other people at the time. No wonder she had sloped off secretly to record it.
He regarded the video still of Donna gazing anxiously back at him. "You're right; we would never have said this to each other's face. Goodbye Donna! I love you too!" Then he kissed his fingertips and pressed them to the screen in the same way she had. "Thank you for being my best friend."
He then headed to the controls to look for a new planet, in her honour. In their honour.