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A/N: Again this chapter has adult themes, you have been warned.

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Over the next week, the Doctor health improved beautifully. He had only been unconscious for a few days, but it took him a while to have the spring back in his legs.

However, much to Donna's surprise the Doctor was bouncing about the controls wanting to visit Jack and Martha at Torchwood. She wanted him to rest just a little bit longer, but the Doctor was adamant, telling her that he needed to do this as soon as possible.

The visit was a brief one, but Donna suspected it was a meaningful on for the Doctor. She noticed that while they were talking the Doctor was either holding Martha's hand or his arm was around Jack's shoulders.

The captain nor Martha seemed to mind, but the expression on their faces, indicated what Donna assumed for whatever happened to the Doctor when he was suffering from his fever and infection, the Time Lord must have had some kind of experience; and they were included.

Donna's theory was confirmed when the TARDIS stopped in front of the home of Sarah Jane Smith.

The Doctor acted the same with Sarah Jane as he did with the others.

All in all the visits were pleasant ones, but Donna couldn't help but to wonder what the Doctor was thinking with each through. When they were about to leave, the Doctor seemed that he didn't want to let go of his past companions, he prolonged the hugs that even the recipients were confused by his act.

The Doctor was very brief with her when the re-entered the TARDIS, Donna was given a short smile and they found themselves back into the Vortex. He quickly left the room before Donna could utter a single syllable. She watched him stride quite quickly down the hallway, muttering to himself or the TARDIS. She didn't know.

Donna felt more alone in that moment then she had when he was unconscious. She wanted him with her, to be near her, to let him take out whatever he was feeling out on her. That was why she was there, to give comfort to the lonely Time Lord.

The last thing she wanted was to be cast aside.

This would not do.

Balling up her hands, Donna walked down the hall to where the Doctor had disappeared. He wasn't in the kitchen nor the library. He wasn't in the garden where he had released Herman into, she wondered if the bug was still in there somewhere, or maybe the TARDIS had exterminated the creature.

She hoped that if she ever came across that stick bug thing, Donna was going to squash the creature with her heaviest pair of shoes she owned.

Donna stopped in front of the closed wooden door; she knew it was the doorway that led to the Doctor's bedroom. She had never been inside, and she knew that the Doctor rarely spent time in there, but it seemed the only place that the Doctor wanted to be at the moment.

Shutting her out.

Donna wasn't going to let a door get in her way, after all; it was she that sat by his side for hours, days on end seeing that he was all in good health. And now he wanted to be alone, Donna was not going to have it.

She knocked only once and gave him a stiff warning that she was coming in.

He when did not answer, Donna took a deep breath and opened the door.

The room was vast, a large king sized bed with spiraling mahogany bed posts that almost reached the cathedral ceiling was pushed with the head board against one of the walls.

The carpet was a deep red and the walls were made out of a shiny material that resembled water; it even had ripples that moved across the surface in a slow tranquil motion.

At the end of the room, there was a large tall stained-glass window, somehow the TARDIS managed to create faux moonlight that streamed through and fell across the carpet and the Doctor who was sitting down at a desk that was covered with odds and ends.

"Doctor?" Her voice was soft, but she saw his shoulders shudder slightly.

She heard a soft muffle coming from him, and she knew that he was crying.

Walking up to him, Donna touched his shoulder lightly; "Doctor, it's alright." She crouched down and moved her hand to his leg.

The Doctor's face turned to looked down at her. The dark brown eyes now shined with tears that Donna suspected were long overdue.

"Doctor, please tell me; what happened to you."

Instead of getting an immediate reply, the Doctor's arms wrapped around her and pulled her up into a hug.

Donna was a bit taken aback, but she quickly fell into his fond embrace. After all, this is why she was here, to make sure that the Doctor was never alone, even if he seemed he wanted to be.

"Doctor." She whispered his name again.

The Doctor pulled apart from the hug and quickly stood, walking away from her. Donna watched as his hands came up and rubbed at his face, trying to remove the evidence that he had actually let his guard down and submitted himself to a human act.

Donna stood slowly and cautiously, wondering if she had trespassed and was now being silently told to get out.

He had yet to turn back towards her, and Donna finally got the hint. She began walking back towards the door when suddenly, Donna's feet stopped moving; she noticed a hand had clasped itself onto her wrist; keeping her from moving any further.

Her eyes immediately went to the hand, knowing full well who it belonged to, but her gaze slowly traveled up the brown pinstriped arm and across the freckle marked face, and finally into his eyes. The very eyes that kept the secret of time itself, the whole of the universe, and at that very moment Donna felt a rush of amazement when the realization fully hit her; those same remarkable, knowledgeable, lonely, loving eyes were meant for her; and her alone.

"Don't go." He whispered, his voice sounding strangled and broken. It certainly was unlike the one that she was used to.

Donna recalled this tone of voice only once. It was the night he had taken her memories away from her.

I was going to be with you---forever.

I know.

Those two words had crushed her soul, and now another two words were doing one hell of a job.

She shook her head, "Of course not." She told him truthfully.

The Doctor's grip on her wrist loosened slowly before it finally dropped away completely, he turned once more and walked over to the end of his bed. The mattress creaked as his weight was deposited upon it.

Again, Donna's curiosity and love for the man that sat before her, made all other thoughts leave her head. She wanted to get to the bottom of this, she hated seeing him like this and she be damned if he was going to remain so any longer.

Not caring if she was trespassing, and with his command to stay; she walked over to the bed as well and sat down next to him.

"So," She began, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

The Doctor looked at her from the corner of his eyes, "What?"

"Why the hell you are upset, I mean; I've never seen you cry. Well, actually that's a lie, you cried when Jenny died."

The Doctor swallowed at the sound of his daughter's name, and Donna noticed.

"Are you trying to tell me that someone died? In your head, I mean."

He nodded, "Yes."

Donna waited for more; he wasn't going to be easy. She sighed and nudged him with her arm, "And? What else?"

The Doctor looked up and met Donna's eyes; she wasn't backing down without a good talking through. He grasped her hand, softer this time; he ran his thumb over her knuckles, his fingers cradled in hers.

"They were all gone, Donna." He told her quietly, "Jack, Martha, Sarah Jane. I killed them all." His voice was thick and unsettling.

Donna only shook her head, "You didn't, that was all in your mind, Doctor. It was that fever and…"

"Even your grandfather, Donna. Wilf was gone as well."

Her eyes grew hard for a moment, "What did Gramps ever do to you."

The Doctor gave her a pointed look and Donna immediately apologized.

It was as she had said; it was the infection causing him all this pain and guilt.

"You have no need to feel this way Doctor, you saw them all; alive and kicking, just as they should be."

The Doctor's shoulders shook, "Then why…"

Donna brought her free hand up and caressed his cheek, he hadn't shaved in a while and the stubble scratched across the back of her fingers.

They both smirked, before Donna leaned forward and kissed him. Her hand disentangled from the Doctor's and it too came up to frame his face. She deepened the kiss, smiling against his mouth when his arms came up and wrapped around her, his hands touching her back.

Donna pushed him down upon the bed, his feet still hanger over the end of the bedposts.

"Donna, what."

She cut him off by shushing him only once, "Let me love you."

He nodded, wordlessly and fell back into the kiss. This was how it was suppose to be, harsh and unbridled, and completely Donna Noble.

It didn't take long for her to strip him down and throw his cloths to the floor, her hands roamed across his chest and stomach, making him squirm only twice when her fingers had found a certain ticklish spot of his.

He was kind of embarrassed to have finally be exposed to her, until she reminded him that she had seen him naked months before, when his clone had been created.

The Doctor shook his head when she had asked, "What did you think that he was created with that suit of yours?"

Donna of course looked better in person than the woman he had produced inside his head, the creamy color of her skin was more of a shade of alabaster, the texture was more velvety then he could ever detailed perfectly from within his mind. The mounds of her breasts were more supple, the curves of her hips were more desired.

How could he have not known that the Donna in his head was not real? It seemed impossible to have fallen for his mind's trick. That would have certainly been true if not for her eyes. Those eyes were an exact replica of the real ones, they had been the deception, and if not for the other false attributes, the Doctor would have probably been still trapped with his made up world.

All the while he had been ranting through his head, the Doctor couldn't help but feel the moment when his body started to experience extreme pleasure.

The Doctor was still on his back, Donna hovering over him, her body showing him the meaning of her words, she was loving him, not only just his hearts and soul, but his body as well.

She had sheathed his hard member within the muscles of her sex.

He had missed their first contact, but he was now enjoying the sensation of being loved.

Donna was certainly someone who had expressed love before, although he was sure that they didn't return that love with the force she expected or wanted, but the Doctor was sure that this was not going to be one of those moments.

In between her thrusts, the Doctor's hand came up to the point in which their two bodies met. His thumb seeking the swollen mound, wanting her to feel the love he was offering to share with her.

Instead, she batted his hand away, lowering herself down, her motions not wavering; Donna whispered, "Let me love you."

He nodded, suppressing a groan of pleasure to reply to her, "Yes, but---uh…Donna I love…ah, ah--you as well."

Donna kissed his lips briefly, "Doctor please."

She used his chest to push herself back in a sitting position, her body still rocking and pumping onto of him.

It was truly a sight to behold, the woman he loved finding true pleasure with him. A long streak of alien nothing.

The Doctor had to admit, the coupling was a tad odd; and certainly one that he hadn't seen coming, but it was surely one that he was lucky to be a part of. He couldn't imagine anyone else he wanted to give himself to, completely like this. This wasn't just sex, it was something so much more, the sharing and bonding of two souls that found one common connection, the love for one another.

And as their orgasms tore through them, the Doctor and Donna each calling out the other's names. They were contented.

Holding her in his arms, he started to laugh softly.

"What is it?" She asked him.

The Doctor shook his head, "I was thinking about Jack."

"Jack?" Donna said, looking up from his chest to stare into his eyes; "That's what I get, have the most remarkable nights of my life, and here you are thinking about Jack. Typical."

The Doctor rubbed her back, thinking that it was best to keep quiet about what had happened between them for the time being. Baby Jack was another story for another night.

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