Title: Remember Me?
Rating: T
Pairings: 10/Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Full Summary: As the Doctor investigates some strange alien sightings in 2004, Donna gets a job at Henricks to distract her from causing a paradox. There, she befriends a very familiar blond, who tells her about her dreams to travel among the stars one day. Donna, unable to keep it in any longer, tells her that soon enough she'll be fulfilling that dream. What comes next for our favourite time travellers is a frenzy of misunderstandings, a few terrible dates and a shocking revelation.

Author's note: OK. This idea was very random, but I hope that you'll like it. It took me a while to think of the name, but I hope I got it right. There should be more chapters up soon. Please read and review! I'd love to know what you the first chapter! Oh, and I have nothing against Boris Johnson, by the way!

Donna curled her lip and looked distastefully at the Doctor.

"What do you mean, work? I 'ent workin' anywhere!" She protested, folding her arms and causing her ample breasts to tighten. The Doctor chewed on his bottom lip as he prepared for an earful.

"Yeah, I know, Donna, but you have to. Just for a few weeks, tops," The Doctor assured her, cocking his head to one side and staring at his huffing friend.

"Three weeks? I don't think so, mate," Donna scoffed, "Why can't you do it? You're the man, after all."

"Donna, that's sexist," The Doctor chided, as Donna shot him a death glare. He smiled at her reproachfully, as if to tease her in. "Donna, please. You knew travelling with me wasn't always going to be fun and games. I'm doing this for a reason; not for my own pleasure."

"Well, I'd be a bit worried if you were doing it for your own pleasure," Donna retorted. She looked at the Doctor, his eyes wide and begging. She dropped her hands by her hips and rolled her eyes. "Fine! You win; I'll work. But there had better be a good reason for it!" The Doctor beamed at her, as reached out for her arm and guided her along to the console monitor. "All right, spaceman," Donna recoiled her elbow away from his hastily, "I can walk, you know."

"Right. The reason I want you to get a job is to distract you from the rest of the world," The Doctor explained.

"Why?" Donna furrowed her brow.

"We're going to be going back to 2003. And, you were, what, around 40?"

"I'm 35 now!" Donna slapped him on the arm, causing the Doctor to wince and rub his sore arm tenderly. "Cheeky beggar," She muttered, tucking her hair behind her ear and listening to what the Doctor was about to say.

"Right, well, you were around at that time, no matter how old you were. And time travel is complicated. It can cause all sorts of paradoxes, which could potentially destroy the universe. You with me?" Donna nodded, "Right, good. Well, the TARDIS has been picking up some weird signals from London. There have been reports on alien sightings, and flashing lights flying in the sky."

"But, wouldn't the flashing lights thing have been sorted out by now? I mean, we haven't exactly be overridden by another alien species," Donna deduced, before titling her head to the side thoughtfully, "Although...Boris Johnson..." The Doctor looked amused as he punched in some co-ordinates for their next adventure.

"Time isn't as simple and straightforward as you think it is. History is being changed, all the time. History is being created right now. Do you remember, Pompeii? When you were learning about that in school, I bet they told you it was a natural phenomenon that caused Mount Vesuvius to explode. So did I, up until we visited Rome, and all hell broke loose. It wasn't a natural phenomenon that caused it. It was a Time Lord phenomenon. Me!" The Doctor joked, as Donna sighed heavily.

" And me, remember!" Donna told him indignantly, "So, you're making me get a job to prevent me from causing another volcanic eruption?"

"Yeah, you could say that," The Doctor chuckled.

"Where am I gonna work, though?" Donna questioned, as the Doctor shrugged his shoulders non- committedly. "OK. Glad to see you're takin' an interest."

"Sorry. I dunno. Maybe work as a temp for a while? You've got some qualifications; use them." Donna looked at her suit clad friend and knew there was something he wasn't telling her. She sidled up to him and smiled sweetly. He stared at her. "What?"

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"There's nothing to tell," The Doctor responded, wafting his hand in the air dismissively.

"I know you, Doctor. You can tell me anything, you know that, don't you?" The Doctor nodded. "Well then. Anything you want to share?" Donna prompted.

"No, Donna. I'm fine. It's just....going back in time...it's like a gingerbread house, full of many temptations and stuff," The Doctor glanced down at the console monitor and caught sight of the time, "It's gettin' late, Donna. You'd better be off to bed, fresh and ready for your interviews tomorrow!" The Doctor adopted a cheery tone as Donna grimaced.

"G'night Doctor," As she shuffled out of the room, her voice echoed around the consoleroom, before everything turning eerily silent.

"Good night, Donna," He smiled softly to no-one in particular, after a few minutes contemplating his thoughts. He turned back to his repair work and began to hammer against a stubbornly resistant lever.

"OI! SPACEMAN, KEEP IT DOWN IT THERE!" Donna hollered through angrily. The Doctor almost dropped the hammer in shock as Donna poked her head around a the door frame, in her pajamas and a dressing gown. "I am tryin' to sleep!" She scolded, before returning to her bedroom, muttering bad words under her breath. The Doctor suddenly felt very sorry for her next employer.

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