Somewhere Only We Know (10th)
Dec 2, 2012 1:19:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 1:19:30 GMT -5
“I knooow? Isnt it great? Finally got my own place!... Yeah! I never thought I'd be out of there! Love my mum but Oh God, the nagging!... Yeah, makes me feel like I'm twelve!... Oh I know what you mean... What? Oh yeah. The job's great.. No more temp jobs for me, This might actually stick!” Donna paced in the kitchen of her new home excitedly. For the most part, she ignored the piles of boxes that still needed unpacking, only idly rummaging through to see what was in them. “What?.. No, I haven’t hooked the tellie up yet.. I just moved in, you dimbo!.... What?... Why would I care about that?” She rolled her eyes talking into her cell phone. Her friend was trying to tell her to hook plug in her television and switch to the news. Something about lights in the sky. “Have you been drinking again?”
But her friend kept insisting she needed to turn over to the news. Donna finally let out a sigh. “Fiiiine. Fine.. let me go hook it up..” She plugged the TV into the outlet and uncoiled the coaxial cable wire from the wall to hook up the TV so she could see what her friends was squawking about. “Alright... I'm on the news... what am I lookin' at exactly?” She turned away from the TV honestly not interested at all, thinking her friend was flipping out about some air plane or something. “Yeah yeah, okay.. What ever you say.” As she went back to absently rummaging through her boxes her friend finally snapped at her “Donna, you keep missing the point”. Donna was about to roll her eyes when a strange voice tickled in the back of her head... Strange... and yet so familiar. “That 'Big Picture', Donna.. You keep missing it.” Donna stopped what she was doing and looked around the door way half expecting someone to be in her apartment. “Oy! Someone there?”..
When no reply came, she shook her head and went back to her phone call. “I'm gonna let you go. Got loads of unpacking to do! Yeah.. You too.. And Janice? Lay off the booze, alright?” and she hung up on her.
About two weeks went by after moving in. She used to be Donna Temple-Noble.... But that marriage went south. Nothing Shaun did wrong, really.. Just something always felt like it was missing. Sure, it was a great three years, but.. At least they parted on good terms and still chatted occasionally. But now she was back to being just “Donna Noble”. Something in the back of her mind kept telling her than something big was going to happen and she couldn’t be tied down.
She was on her way to work, hailing down a cab. Yes, she had her own car, but for some reason, Riding in a taxi seemed the logical thing to do today. As she scooted into the seat of the Taxi, she saw the previous rider had left behind a newspaper. She eyed it curiously and picked it up, looking at the front page. There in the picture, the woman reporting the scene was motioning her hand to the sky where a strange glow was shining through the clouds. That's probably what Janice had been raving about last night. She was about to dismiss it when her keen eye caught something in the corner of the picture. It.. looked like an old blue Phone Booth. She touched the image lightly, her brain puzzling over why this Blue Box was so significant. After a moment, she shook her head and folded the news paper and stuffed it into her purse.
Her job was easy enough. She was a full fledged secretary for a Law Firm. Answer phones, schedule appointments, and file paperwork. And calling herself a temp was out of the question as she had been firmly planted at this job for nearly a year now. “Milo and Bush Law Firm, My name is Donna, how can I direct your call?...... Oh, Mr. Anderson is out of his office at the moment, can I leave him a message, Ma'am?... Absolutely. Yes, I'll leave it on his desk. And your name, Ma'am? Dr. Martha Jones-Smith?” Donna went silent.. She knew that name... But from where? After a moment, Donna dismissed the name as possibly a regular client. She was a Doctor, after all, so... sure, that's all it was. “You too, Dr. Smith... You have a lovely day”
The hours dolled on rather uneventfully the rest of the day. As she packed her things to leave for the day, that name and the image of the Blue Box kept pestering her. They weren’t important, so why did they keep pestering her? She stepped out of the office and noticed Mr. Anderson speaking to a woman... Donna froze.. She knew that face, but she couldn't place from where. But the name 'Martha Jones-Smith' and the face seemed to match. As she stared, she noticed that hers and Martha's eyes locked. And Martha had a slight look of Panic on her face as though she also recognized Donna. Martha had, ofcourse, also been sworn to silence by The Doctor, for Donna's safety.
Martha politely excused herself and went to her car. Donna didn't know why, but she ran to the woman and was standing outside her car, a hand on the door. “Please... Please, dont go... I.. Know you, I swear I do... “ Martha seemed to stammer as she avoided eye contact. Martha didn't want to risk Donna remembering and getting herself killed and went to start the engine. But when Martha noticed Donna's tears, she paused before rolling down the window and looking up at Donna. “Donna... Please... You shouldn't be speaking to me. You cant remember.. Please, I have to go” But that's when Donna desperately clutched Martha's arm. With her free hand, she reached into her purse and grabbed the paper clipping and showed it to Martha, her finger pressed on top the image of The Blue Box.. “Martha... Please. Something is wrong.. So much is wrong. I... Parts of my life are missing... I.. Dont care what happens.. I need him” Wait... Him who?? What was she on about? Donna closed her eyes and slowly, the memories began to emerge. A soft glow shone in her green eyes. Her head felt so full and warm. But something was different. It didn’t hurt.. “Donna?? Donna, are you alright? What's wrong?? Talk to me, Donna?”... After a moment, Donna smiled.
With an uncanny understanding, Donna shook her head reassuringly to Martha. “I'm alright.. My body just needed time to adjust to The MetaCrisis. I... I remember... Oh Martha! I remember.... Give me your phone! I need to make a phone call”. Martha just looked at Donna, unsure what to make of the situation before reaching into her pocket and giving Donna her phone. “Who are you calling?”
The phone rang and when she heard the familiar voice she snapped rather angrily “Oy!! You forgot someone, Space Man!!! You have till the count of five to get that Little Blue Box down here or I'll wring your scrawny neck!!”
But her friend kept insisting she needed to turn over to the news. Donna finally let out a sigh. “Fiiiine. Fine.. let me go hook it up..” She plugged the TV into the outlet and uncoiled the coaxial cable wire from the wall to hook up the TV so she could see what her friends was squawking about. “Alright... I'm on the news... what am I lookin' at exactly?” She turned away from the TV honestly not interested at all, thinking her friend was flipping out about some air plane or something. “Yeah yeah, okay.. What ever you say.” As she went back to absently rummaging through her boxes her friend finally snapped at her “Donna, you keep missing the point”. Donna was about to roll her eyes when a strange voice tickled in the back of her head... Strange... and yet so familiar. “That 'Big Picture', Donna.. You keep missing it.” Donna stopped what she was doing and looked around the door way half expecting someone to be in her apartment. “Oy! Someone there?”..
When no reply came, she shook her head and went back to her phone call. “I'm gonna let you go. Got loads of unpacking to do! Yeah.. You too.. And Janice? Lay off the booze, alright?” and she hung up on her.
About two weeks went by after moving in. She used to be Donna Temple-Noble.... But that marriage went south. Nothing Shaun did wrong, really.. Just something always felt like it was missing. Sure, it was a great three years, but.. At least they parted on good terms and still chatted occasionally. But now she was back to being just “Donna Noble”. Something in the back of her mind kept telling her than something big was going to happen and she couldn’t be tied down.
She was on her way to work, hailing down a cab. Yes, she had her own car, but for some reason, Riding in a taxi seemed the logical thing to do today. As she scooted into the seat of the Taxi, she saw the previous rider had left behind a newspaper. She eyed it curiously and picked it up, looking at the front page. There in the picture, the woman reporting the scene was motioning her hand to the sky where a strange glow was shining through the clouds. That's probably what Janice had been raving about last night. She was about to dismiss it when her keen eye caught something in the corner of the picture. It.. looked like an old blue Phone Booth. She touched the image lightly, her brain puzzling over why this Blue Box was so significant. After a moment, she shook her head and folded the news paper and stuffed it into her purse.
Her job was easy enough. She was a full fledged secretary for a Law Firm. Answer phones, schedule appointments, and file paperwork. And calling herself a temp was out of the question as she had been firmly planted at this job for nearly a year now. “Milo and Bush Law Firm, My name is Donna, how can I direct your call?...... Oh, Mr. Anderson is out of his office at the moment, can I leave him a message, Ma'am?... Absolutely. Yes, I'll leave it on his desk. And your name, Ma'am? Dr. Martha Jones-Smith?” Donna went silent.. She knew that name... But from where? After a moment, Donna dismissed the name as possibly a regular client. She was a Doctor, after all, so... sure, that's all it was. “You too, Dr. Smith... You have a lovely day”
The hours dolled on rather uneventfully the rest of the day. As she packed her things to leave for the day, that name and the image of the Blue Box kept pestering her. They weren’t important, so why did they keep pestering her? She stepped out of the office and noticed Mr. Anderson speaking to a woman... Donna froze.. She knew that face, but she couldn't place from where. But the name 'Martha Jones-Smith' and the face seemed to match. As she stared, she noticed that hers and Martha's eyes locked. And Martha had a slight look of Panic on her face as though she also recognized Donna. Martha had, ofcourse, also been sworn to silence by The Doctor, for Donna's safety.
Martha politely excused herself and went to her car. Donna didn't know why, but she ran to the woman and was standing outside her car, a hand on the door. “Please... Please, dont go... I.. Know you, I swear I do... “ Martha seemed to stammer as she avoided eye contact. Martha didn't want to risk Donna remembering and getting herself killed and went to start the engine. But when Martha noticed Donna's tears, she paused before rolling down the window and looking up at Donna. “Donna... Please... You shouldn't be speaking to me. You cant remember.. Please, I have to go” But that's when Donna desperately clutched Martha's arm. With her free hand, she reached into her purse and grabbed the paper clipping and showed it to Martha, her finger pressed on top the image of The Blue Box.. “Martha... Please. Something is wrong.. So much is wrong. I... Parts of my life are missing... I.. Dont care what happens.. I need him” Wait... Him who?? What was she on about? Donna closed her eyes and slowly, the memories began to emerge. A soft glow shone in her green eyes. Her head felt so full and warm. But something was different. It didn’t hurt.. “Donna?? Donna, are you alright? What's wrong?? Talk to me, Donna?”... After a moment, Donna smiled.
With an uncanny understanding, Donna shook her head reassuringly to Martha. “I'm alright.. My body just needed time to adjust to The MetaCrisis. I... I remember... Oh Martha! I remember.... Give me your phone! I need to make a phone call”. Martha just looked at Donna, unsure what to make of the situation before reaching into her pocket and giving Donna her phone. “Who are you calling?”
The phone rang and when she heard the familiar voice she snapped rather angrily “Oy!! You forgot someone, Space Man!!! You have till the count of five to get that Little Blue Box down here or I'll wring your scrawny neck!!”
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