This is my first Doctor who fanfic so go easy on me. I have so much trouble accepting what happens to Donna in Journey's end and it's SOOOOO sad, she's my favorite companion and I can't deal with how short her time was with The Doctor was. Anyway, this isn't really a fix-it for was happened it's more of a continuation of what happened and something that could maybe happen in the future. I'm not British so please forgive me if I sound stupid using any British terms.

Enjoy!

Donna was not amused. She had been with two girlfriends shopping and one of them, an over excited woman named June, had dragged the other two to an unknown destination, one that Donna had never really appreciated much.

So here she stood, arms crossed and lips pursed, staring at June with one eyebrow raised. Lily, her other friend, seemed to think it was a daft idea as well, going to the museum on such a lovely day, but that was June, she'd miss most anything to learn something new. At one time in her life Donna would have never befriended such a 'nerd', but lately she found that she enjoyed the company of more curious, intelligent people rather than the kind of friends she had been keeping before. She really didn't know where it had come from, this urge to be a better, smarter person, to look at people's wits not their clothes or makeup, but she knew that she definitely had more friends because of it.

"Oh come one, it'll be amazing, it's all about Pompeii!" June all but squealed, taking the hands of her still skeptical friends and dragging them up the stone steps.

"I suppose we could learn a thing or two," Donna said.

"Yeah it'll do our wallets good to stay out of the shops for a few hours!" Added Lily.

The three women laughed, looking up at the big banner that hung from the stone façade of the building. It read: Pompeii: The Untold Story in fiery letters that for some reason made Donna feel rather claustrophobic, like the letters were actually on fire. She shook the feeling off and averted her eyes from the banner, continuing to walk with her mates into the museum.

"It's all very interesting, you know, their civilization was so advanced!" June rattled off.

"Yeah," Donna said dreamily, "it was."

June and Lily looked at each other and started to laugh.

"You talk as though you've been there yourself!" Lily sputtered, giggling profusely.

"I'm sorry, what?" Donna said, not really sure what they were on about.

"You alright Donna?" June asked, "something wrong up there?" June said, tapping Donna's head, "Anybody home?"

"Oh stop it!" She replied, batting her friend's hand away playfully, "I'm fine, just zoned out for a spell."

"Come on you two, let's get tickets," Lily said, directing their linked mass over to the admission desk.

In a matter of minutes they were strolling down the overly air-conditioned hallways to the corner of the museum where the special exhibit was taking place.

"It's so amazing," June began, "they started another archeological dig in all the areas that were covered in lava, found mounds of artifacts, and I hear there's a special piece that they found miles away, in a different country even, supposedly Rome, but it has the same motif and language as all the excavated sites in Pompeii. It's incredible!" June said, continuing to rant.

Donna found herself unusually interested in what June was saying, she was intrigued by the story of the strange artifact that had been found somewhere far from the doomed city-state, and for some reason felt as though she had heard such a story before. That seemed to happen to Donna a lot now, a feeling of familiarity with many things she knew nothing about, snagging feelings in the back of her mind that were telling her that she knew more than she did. Ever since that strange gap appeared in her memory she felt as though something had filled it rather than just the forgetfulness of a busy temp.

Soon the trio found themselves in a darkened room. The exhibit was rather large and had many winding pathways that skirted around multitudes of pedestals and showcases. The whole room was alight with red spotlights that shone on the ground for effect, emulating the feeling of a volcano.

Rubbish job they did of it, thought Donna, what kind of volcano casts that kind of light? For some reason Donna had the perfect of idea of what color the light of a volcano cast, and this wasn't even coming close, well, stranger things had been in her mind before.

The women walked around slowly, often stopping to read the small tags that sat underneath and beside all the artifacts, enjoying the cool museum air and each other's company.

An eerie music was playing from speakers that were placed all around the room, it had heavy drums and a constantly changing rumbling sounds in the background that were meant to sound somewhat like a volcanic eruption. On top of the heavier sounds were low voices singing an unknown melody in words that could not be picked out. It all made for a rather nice effect.

As Donna meandered around she came to an old astrological chart that had somehow survived the flames, it was beautifully intricate and made her think of her Gramp. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, quickly writing a text to her Gramp:

At the museum. You would love some of this stuff. It's all about Pompeii, maybe I'll take you in a few days, it's closing in two weeks.

Donna clicked send and stuffed her phone back into her purse. She had learned to appreciate her Gramp so much more since the gap in her memory had appeared, and she really did enjoy spending time with him. The temp was beginning to realize that he wouldn't be around forever and she should take advantage of the time she had with him, he was the one of the nicest men she knew after all.

Donna found herself being dragged along by June as soon as her phone was out of her hands, the hyper woman had just found what was according to her 'the best thing in the show' but Donna couldn't very well believe her when they had only been there 20 minutes and June had already said the same exact thing about four other artifacts.

The ginger shook her head and smiled, "What is it this time? Another rock?"

Wilf had been sitting up on the hill once again, watching the sky. Even though it was daytime and the stars had yet to show themselves Wilf simply enjoyed the peace and quiet up there, and you never know, one day he might just find that that infamous blue box was flying around up there in broad daylight.

The older man had had a somewhat outlandish fantasy ever since his little girl had returned, memory wiped and life in danger, that The Doctor would find some way of fixing her problem, of giving her back the memories. He knew it was impossible but he always fantasized that one day The Doctor would return with a solution to Donna's problem and she could go traveling once more. She had been so happy then, and Wilf had never seen her as quick and sharp as when she was with The Doctor. Now, although she retained some of the lessons and a bit of the demeanor she had picked up during her travels, she seemed almost empty, like she wasn't reaching her full potential.

Wilf jumped a bit in his chair when he heard a beeping noise go off. He calmed down when he realised it was just his phone. As he reached for it he tried in vain to remember if that noise was the one that meant he had someone phoning him or if it was one of those text things, he had quite the fight with Donna a few weeks ago about his incapability to use a phone and he really was trying to improve.

He fumbled with the buttons after he had managed to untangle the phone from his pocket, opening the small flip phone and putting on his glasses to read the small text.

At the museum. Wilf read the first part of the text, that was nice, it was always good for Donna to be learning something new, bright thing that she was.

You would love some of this stuff. There it was, that nicer side of Donna that had stayed even after her memories were suppressed.

It's all about Pompeii, maybe I'll take you in a few days, it's closing in two weeks.

Wilf had been perfectly calm up until reading the final segment of the text, when he had read it the phone had nearly fallen from his hands. Just before leaving The Doctor had given them a general overview of what he and Donna had done, both to tell them how amazing their daughter/granddaughter was and to inform them of topics they should avoid talking about with her, a big one was Pompeii, the first place they had gone together, and possibly one of the most memorable and traumatic.

Wilf ran down the hill and into the house, covering the distance faster than he ever had before, dialing Donna's number as he did. She might not be in danger, but if she saw anything too familiar she could die, so Wilf knew time was definitely of the essence at the present.

Sylvia was in the kitchen and started berating him for running in and 'scaring her half to death', but the old man simply shushed her frantically and ran into the living room. She stood there with a look of shock and anger on her face, but said no more.

After listening to the ringing sound for what felt like billions of light years, Donna's voice came on the line:

"Hey Gramp, did you not see my text? I'm at the museum I can't talk right now."

"Donna honey, sweety you have to leave right now, I'll come over in the car and pick you up."

"Don't be daft Gramp, I'm nearly at the end of the exhibit, whatever you need me to do I can do it after. Now Goodbye-"

"Wait, Donna, please. Em-er, it's your mother, she, um, she fell down the stairs!" Wilf said, trying to think of a good enough excuse to get his granddaughter home.

"No I didn't," Sylvia yelled from the kitchen, "What are you on about Dad?"

Wilf ignored her question and returned his attention to Donna. "Yes, yes she did, she's delusional from the fall." Wilf said, sounding desperate.

"Of course she did Gramp, she's always so clumsy, but I'm sure mum can wait to be dramatic and fall down the stairs when I get home. Now, I have to go, June is pestering me. Love you, bye." Some giggling could be heard on the other end of line before the connection was lost.

"Dad," Sylvia called in, "What was that all about?"

Wilf walked into the kitchen and looked at his daughter, the panic evident on his face. "We need to call The Doctor."

So, what do you think? Should I continue?

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