A/N: I've never written a Donna Noble fic before, and I've never written her character before. So, if there are any mistakes, my apologies! I just kinda had this idea for a fic, that sort of involved Donna starting to remember bits of pieces of her companion life (not that original, granted), not being satisfied with domestic bliss, because Donna never really striked me as that type of person, and along with falling for a certain Torchwood member and... I don't know. Donna and Jack. I really like the two of them together. You might say they're my OTP. Ok, yeah they are! :) Anyway, this story is...a springboard for...I don't know exactly, But I'm really excited about writing it!

Let me know what you guys think!

Sometimes she remembered in her dreams.

She saw the light of stars touch her skin, the warm radiance just enough to bear. It tickled her skin, the top tingling with a wonderful sensation. She basked in the feeling, and sat there, with her legs dangling beneath her.

Sometimes, she remembered a spectacular shade of blue, and that colour seemed to induce the most interesting feelings in her dreams: wonder, hope... happiness... and yet, somehow, midst these feelings, there was a strange, sharp tang of loss. It didn't belong in her world, and yet there it was. She had no idea what she lost exactly, but she figured it must have been something damn-well important for her to feel so blue.

Blue. That colour. That bizarre colour.

She dreamt of the colour saving her, and the colour changing her. She dreamt of worlds beyond her imagination, beyond anyone's, and yet that profound sense of loss troubled her. It turned the bright, intimate dreams of adventure into something nightmarish. She had lost something. But what exactly had she lost?

She remembered...almost remembered a face. A man too skinny for comprehension... But she couldn't remember the colour of his eyes, or the colour of his hair. She could only recall a brown striped suit. And her mind burned for more.

But just as she would reach the face in her dreams, something would wake her, and she'd sit up in the middle of the night, confused. What had she been dreaming about again? it didn't matter, though. Shaun was there. Who cared about a silly dream, anyway?

"SHAUN!"

"Yes, dear?"

"Oh, my God! Can you believe it? We've won the lottery!"

"What?"

"We've won the lottery!"

"Oh, get off, we didn't!"

"Shut up, dumbo. Of course we did! We're rich! Ha! I can't wait to tell Jeanine about this! Ohh, that prude will be so jealous!"

That was the day that was supposed to change their lives. Donna was rich, happy, and had even snagged an adoring husband along the way. She was supposed to be happy, anyway.

They had moved to the countryside, but it didn't suit Donna at all. The scenery was nice. Her husband was nice. Their house was nice. God, it was gorgeous. But it was... it was... boring. Her life was boring.

She would never have said that directly to Shaun's face, though. Shaun loved her. Shaun flippin' adored her! And after how well her last relationship with the other one went... She couldn't remember exactly what went wrong. Things changed between the both of them, she supposed. Things always changed. Gramps liked saying that. And he was right. Things had definitely changed in the last year. She did not, whatsoever, wish to screw it up.

But the countryside just wasn't compatible with her. So after their 'big move', they packed up and returned to bustling London, where Donna was happier. Except she wasn't happy. And that was the odd bit.

The dust had settled in their home, a posh townhouse right smack in the middle of the city, with all the best shops nearby, and she still wasn't satisfied.

There must've been something in the air that unsettled her. She had a beautiful home, a beautiful husband...but something was missing.

There was this one time when one of these 'missing puzzle piece' moods hit her, and she went to her Gramps for some advice. Mum would not have been helpful at all. She would have simply told her off for being ungrateful about her sudden riches, and if she wasn't enjoying it, then she would. But Gramps would listen. He always did.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? You alright?" He had asked, when she had unexpectedly swung by on her way home from purchasing groceries. Shaun and her could finally afford the expensive stuff. It was bloody fantastic!

"I... I don't know." She admitted, frowning.

Gramps smiled.

"Is it Shaun? He treatin' you right? 'cause if you ain't, I'll-"

Donna returned the smile, chuckling.

"No, gramps. No, nothing like that."

"Then what is it?"

"I...dunno, to be honest. I mean, I do... sort of. I've just been feeling... weird. And I've been having these weird dreams-"

She noticed her grandfather sucking in a breath.

"Dreams? What dreams?" He said, a little too sharply.

Donna raised a brow.

"Just dreams. You know."

"What about?"

"I...don't know." She frowned again, pursing her lips. She was a fat lot of good. She couldn't remember anything. "I can't remember."

At that, her Gramps seemed to visibly relax. His shoulders, once tense, loosened and relaxed.

"It's just... I've been feeling..." Donna sighed. Now this was the tricky part. Getting her Gramps to understand just exactly how she was feeling without sounding ungrateful. But he would understand. He always did. That was the part of him Donna always thought was special. He was so inherently understanding about everything. She loved her Gramps.

"I've been feeling sort of...bored, lately. I mean, Shaun's great and everything, and the house is too. God, did I mention how big that bathtub is? It's huge! Big as my friend's bum..." Donna laughed, giving a small toss of her head. That joke wasn't particularly funny, and she didn't really feel like laughing. But what else was she supposed to do?

"And... I just... Everything Shaun and I do... I don't really like. I mean, I'm not entirely sure why I married him in the first place...Oh, god, that was a horrid thing to say, wasn't it, Gramps? I'm a horrible person..." She put her face in her hands. This wasn't really turning out how she thought it'd be. Everything was just so... wrong. Why couldn't life just make some flippin' sense, already? She was tired of all this ambiguous nonsense.

A warm hand was placed over hers.

"Sweetheart..." Gramps trailed off. Sighing, he took both of her hands in his own, and once again looked into her eyes. Donna was shocked at the depth of sadness in them. It was like he understood exactly what she was going through, but...more. It was weird.

"I'm sorry about this past year. It hasn't been easy for you, but..." Donna knew her Gramps pretty well. Actually, she knew him better than anyone. Better than herself, on some occasions. So she knew when he wanted to tell her something, but was keeping it from her for her own good. Her Gramps only lied when it came to the people he loved most dear. He tried not to lie if he could help it.

"But I want you to promise me you'll give Shaun a chance. He's a good man. He loves you, and I want you to enjoy your house, and enjoy everything that lottery ticket bought you. You understand?" The fact that he was spouting utter nonsense at her didn't sneak by her (with a glaringly obvious iffy factor) unnoticed.

He wanted to tell her something different. She knew just by the way his eyes kept on growing sadder, and sadder when he mentioned money, and Shaun. But it had to be a pretty good reason for him to lie to her.

"Alright, Gramps. I'll try."

"Good, now give ol' gramps a hug, will ya..." Donna had smiled, went over to his side of the kitchen table, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Just promise me you'll be happy, okay? That's all I want to hear."

Donna nodded, wiping her eyes. They were suddenly wet with something.

"Sure, Gramps." She glanced at her watch. "Sorry, gotta run. Shaun said he'd take me out to one of those ridiculously fancy restaurants. I can't miss it..."

"Well, you'd better go, then."

Donna smiled at him one last time before she left, groceries still waiting in the car.

Usually Shaun would head to work at around eight in the morning, and she would be stuck at home with nothing to do. There was cleaning, but she never really enjoyed cleaning, no matter how beneficial her mother said it was. It was an awful activity she wouldn't wish upon her worst enemies.

So she would head into town. Gramps was almost always busy now, so she couldn't go to him. But she didn't mind. At least he had someone to hang around with other than mum. Donna smiled, thinking about Brian. Brian was her ramp's friend's name. He was friendly, and just as mad as him, so they got on like jam on toast.

She was glad he had someone. He had been looking a little down lately. Gramps needed someone to cheer him up.

It was raining that afternoon.

The skies were grey, and cloudy, and the drops pelted down on everyone heavily, like a water pipe permanently fixed on. But she didn't mind. Surprisingly enough, getting wet in the rain had lightened her mood than reading at home did. She had gone shopping, buying a few cute tops. She was rich. Why the hell not?

It was too bad none of her other friends were rich. At least she would've had someone to talk to, or maybe not. They probably would've opted out of walking in the rain. Donna sighed. She had just spent over two hundred pounds on clothes. Clothes. For herself. And that was nothing. She could go on another shopping spree like this the next day too, if she wanted. So why the hell wasn't she happy?

Her long, ginger hair clung to her back, as she walked the streets.

She carried an umbrella in her left hand, but it remained unopened. She was already wet. What would be the point in opening it up now?

A droplet fell onto her nose, and oddly enough, that sparked a flash of something in her mind. She stopped in her tracks in the rain, wondering what the hell had just happened. She had seen a glimpse of... blue. That same colour that was in her dreams.

Donna squinted, struggling to recall where she had seen that particular shade of blue on. A lamppost? A car?

Thunder roared above, and the flashes continued. A blue box. A brown trench coat. Converse sneakers? What was this?

Something blinding flashed in front of her.

"Donna Noble!" Someone yelled in her ear, tackling her to the ground, just as a taxi whooshed past, water flying behind in its wake.

"Oi, get off me. I'm married, you know. So if you try anything, I swear I'll have your nose off in a minute..." She grumbled, sitting up in the pavement. She glanced up at her supposed 'savior' (really, she had seen that taxi from a mile off. She would've jumped out of the way in the knick of time. She knew what she was doing) to tell him off, and fell silent.

Tall. Handsome. Chiselled chin. Dark, smoldering eyes, and fantastic hair. If she hadn't been married then, she probably would've snogged the man, he was so handsome.

"Have you gone insane? A year without the Doctor, and you resort to this?" His accent said 'American'.

'He's foreign, gorgeous, and...he knows me?'

Donna frowned.

"Wait. You said my name. Just before you tackled me to the ground, thanks for that by the way," she punched him, hard, in the arm ("Ow!"). "you said my name. I don't mean to offend, I mean, you're gorgeous and everything, but seriously. Who the hell are you? And who's 'the Doctor'? That some clever excuse for me to get even with you for shoving me to the ground, like a lunatic?"

The man opened his mouth to retort, but ended up closing it again. His brows furrowed together, and he looked even handsomer because of it.

"Oh, now you're all quiet. Next time, can you shove other miserable people to the ground who aren't carrying brand new shirts?"

Donna stood up, picking up her bags as she did so, and glared at the handsome man. He was gorgeous alright, but rude. She didn't like rude.

She glared at him before turning on her heel, and walking off in the other direction. Her walk in the rain was ruined. Utterly ruined. Well, to be fair, it wasn't much of a walk in the beginning. She was already miserable before he came blundering along, saving her life and everything. She hadn't even said thank you.

Donna cringed, pausing. She whirled right back around, and strode back to the man, who had by now, gotten to his feet.

"Sorry for that. I can be a little rude sometimes. Thanks for saving my life. Bye." Once again, she spun on her heel, and left the man looking stunned. He knew her name. That bothered her. Was she going to turn back and ask him why again? No. No, she absolutely wasn't...No...No... Damn it. She was.

"Sorry again, but... Who are you?"

Donna clutched her shopping bags, staring at Gorgeous Man.

The stunned expression wearing off, he shook his head and extended his hand.

"Oh, now I'm the one being rude. Sorry. Captain Jack Harkness."

"Captain?"

"If you like." He winked.

"I...Okayy... Jack. You mentioned a doctor...?" Donna wiped the rain from her face.

"Ohhh..." Jack barked a laugh that sounded entirely forced to her. "No, I was just saying if you stood there for much longer, you would need a doctor."

"No, that wasn't what you-"

"Look at that," Jack checked a wristwatch, wiping the water from its face, and widened his eyes. "I've got to be going. See you now." Jack saluted Donna before he bound across the road in the pouring rain, and out of sight.

All Donna could wonder was, "How the hell do people do that?"