"Alright, go ahead, if it'll mean I can be back here again."
"Have you opened your mind?"
"You're starting to sound like my mum. If she were a mind-reading martian."
"Great, no sign of brain deterioration yet – you've still got your sense of humour."
"Just get on with it blondie, before I decide to break your wrists."
Donna's mind was a peculiar thing. Everything was shrouded in a fine psychic mist, making it hard for the Master's mind-self to move around and find what he was looking for.
It had attached itself to Donna's mind-brain; it being a thick glob of death that recoiled as he moved a hand out towards it. It certainly liked being latched on to Donna, but then again it was the Doctor and the Doctor liked Donna allot. If he could get it to latch onto himself and feed its' energy and general Time Lord-ness back into him, all would be well. Donna wouldn't die and he might get back the ability to regenerate.
He had always been hypnotic, it wasn't just the drums' doing. And he knew how to handle something latching onto a person like that, as the person used to be him. He knew how to entice the wary shape with what little he had. He gulped as it engulfed him, merely because he'd never liked the feeling of the drums claiming him and this wasn't much different. He also took all of the Doctor's information and knowledge, he'd wipe it from his own memory if the Doctor asked but he'd already knew it all before. Once he'd finished assimilating the power of the strange globule, it was no more. He'd done what he'd came to do and left, not wishing to pry into Donna's own [very personal] information.
He yawned, "She should wake in a few hours, and her mind will be fine."
She groaned. It felt like she'd definitely had one too many, it seemed it had all gone to her head and now she had a banging headache.
She realized she was in a man's arms. Nice familiar lanky arms, but strange unfamiliar arms nonetheless.
She tried to remember the events leading up to her current situation. She remembered the Doctor entering her head and staying there for some reason, and then she remembered crying and backing away from him. What had he done? He certainly wasn't the type to attack an innocent woman, and he'd never hurt her when she mouthed off. What had she done? What had given him cause to confront her so menacingly that she ran from him? She then remembered why. He was going to wipe her mind of him, and she didn't want it. She'd rather be dead than be stupid old Donna again. But he did it, and she was stupid old human Donna, stuck on Earth and not knowing what she's missing. Then she remembered something else. A while later, and she was engaged. He wasn't a total arse like Lance, he was loving and somewhat reliable. Shaun something, wasn't it? Then she was married, and she was happy. But now these memories made her upset, because she remembered the Doctor and he wasn't in any of them. Before she was married but while she was engaged, everyone seemed to have turned into a laughing blonde man. She remembered him more recently, but he wasn't laughing then. Anything but.
But the Doctor had been with him, and gramps, and then she remembered. The laughing man who wasn't laughing, he'd stopped her dying. He'd made her herself again instead of the DoctorDonna, and he'd saved her life.
She dared to open her eyes, but it wasn't a funny blonde who was holding her. It was mister lanky himself, and she couldn't be happier. He seemed to be staring at her in curiosity and admiration, studying her and scrutinizing her in excited apprehension.
"Told you you're brilliant."
She rolled her eyes and hit him in the shoulder in jest, "Yes, and you never stop telling me. That boyfriend of yours did something right then? I'll have to thank him, after I'm told who he is of course."
The Doctor smiled at her, dimples-and-all, "Donna Noble. Supertemp from Chiswick, ginger after my own hearts, and my best friend…" then he frowned, "…Were you always this inquisitive?"
"Spaceman, I've had my memory wiped – by you –, I've been grounded to my home planet for a couple of years, and now I've had my memory reimbursed by your crazy lover. I think I am owed some answers, if not the news on what's been happening with you while I've been gone."
"I swear I'm going to tell you everything that's been going on, but not right now."
"Why?"
He just squeezed her tighter in his arms.
"Oh."
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