Jump

by nostalgia [Reviews - 6]

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  • Teen
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  • Alternate Universe, Drama



Donna can't remember having sex with anyone recently, and that brings up all sorts of horrible possibilities, but somehow she knows that she was aware of it at the time and she can't remember what the man looked like but she knows she loved him. How she knows is another matter, but there's so many things she seems to have forgotten, and this would fit neatly into the time her family don't talk about.

Donna's life is just complicated like that.




The first thing she remembers is something she hadn't really forgotten, just never bothered to remember before. That friend of Gramps, the skinny one with the suit and what was his name? He starts appearing in her dreams, the ones where she's in all sorts of weird places that can't possibly exist. He just stands there looking at her, smiling sometimes. She doesn't remember what he sounds like, and when she wakes one morning with the name John Smith in her head she knows that it's not his real name. She doesn't know what his real name is, and she's not sure if she ever knew.




“What happened to that friend of yours?” she asks when her mum's out at the bingo with her friends.

Gramps is watching one of his space programmes, looks up at her. “What friend?”

“The skinny one, John Smith.”

He takes a moment to answer and then he sounds evasive. “Oh, he's moved. To Inverness.”

“Was he a doctor?” she asks, uncertainly.

“Donna,” he says, “it's not important. You only met him the once.”

“Only, I think...” she stops. Somehow she knows nothing good can come of telling anyone anything about this. “Oh, it's nothing. Do you want some tea?”



This is where she met him, she thinks. Up on this roof. She was in a white dress and he was wearing the brown suit. It was daylight then, but this'll do. She glances over the edge. It's a long way down.

It's quite a simple plan. She jumps, she dies, he finds out about it, he comes to save her. Maybe he can catch her somehow.

She puts a hand on her abdomen. “It's okay,” she says, “he won't let anything happen to you.”

She steps up on the ledge, if she looks down she'll fall forward and then he'll be there, somehow. That's how time-travel works, isn't it?

She takes a tiny step forwards and waits for the noise. She'll hear him coming, she remembers the noise. All that wind and the engines groaning.

One more step.

There's a hand on her shoulder. “Donna.”

“Doctor.”

“Could you maybe not be about to jump to your death?”

She laughs and steps back. “Did I die? Did I die and now you've come to stop me?”

“It doesn't work like that. I was watching you, earlier.”

She turns round and glares at him. “Have you been stalking me?”

“One, I wouldn't call it stalking as such and two, I've just stopped you killing yourself. Bit of gratitude wouldn't be amiss.”

“How are you going to introduce yourself to people now? 'Hello, I'm the Doctor, when you leave I'm going to follow you about until you try to off yourself'? Is that what you normally do? Is that why people leave you?”

The corner of his mouth twitches up. “Same old Donna.”

“Actually, no. I'm not the same. I can remember and that means I've changed.” She decides now's the time to drop her bombshell. “Oh yeah, by the way, I'm pregnant. About three months.”

He's always been quick with numbers. “Midnight,” he says. He looks pale and shaken in the darkness. “Time Lords... you're not equipped to have a baby like that. It must be changing your...” He reaches into his pocket.

“Oi, no scanning me with your space-vibrator.” She shrugs. “So your entire species is creepy, at least I can remember.”

“For now,” he says. He stares at her like she's just grown another head, and maybe in some ways she has. “And then what?”

“We'll work something out.” She puts her hands on her hips. “I'm staying this time. I'm not having my kid growing up without a dad, and don't think you can just send me Child Support from Mars and have done with it.”

“Donna Noble, you have such a way with words.”

“I'm not the one who ditched a the mother of my child on Earth with no memory.”

“I didn't know!”

“You could have checked. A responsible man would have checked.”

He rubs his face with his hands. “Stop making this sound worse than it is.”

“Don't worry, it'll be worse when the baby pops out and my brain explodes.”

“I could... we've got months to think of something.”

“You'd better.” She relents. Slightly. “And we're giving it a proper name. I'm not calling my baby 'The,' and I don't care if that's some sort of tradition where you're from.”

He nods. “Let's go back to the TARDIS, then.”

“Yeah,” she says, “let's go home.”