Hey guys! It's LifelongObsessor here!

Story inspiration time - - Basically, seasons five and six of Doctor Who have thus far have been great, but have one major flaw I can't get past. The first four seasons of the show introduced us to such wonderful characters, characters who would reoccur throughout the series even once their roles as a major player had finished. Since Moffat took over, though, the characters I've grown to love have stopped appearing. Yes, this was obviously going to happen with the change in writers and the show taking a new direction, and the new people are indeed fabulous, but I still miss the old guys, like Rose and Martha and Jack ... and Donna.

Having already written "Saving Yourself" to provide myself with more Rose and Ten-Point-Five, I'm now turning to another favorite character of mine to make a return. Yes, yes, I know, I know! We caaan't have more Donna! She'll burn and diiiie! Meta-crisis! Gahh! ... But this is science fiction. Basically, we can do anything. ;)

This fic is standalone, and NOT meant to coincide with the aforementioned "Saving Yourself".

Obviously, I don't own Doctor Who. I'm pretty sure if I did I wouldn't be writing an fanfiction ;)

That's enough from me for now. Enjoy!

PROLOGUE

Donna Noble was not at all a timid woman. Anybody with a brain was able to determine that fact within mere seconds of meeting her. She was a feisty, smart-mouthed red-head with a lightning wit and strong heart who never backed down, never showed any sign of fear or weakness. Donna Noble was a tough, powerful being ...She was, in a word, unstoppable.

These facts were in reality what had Donna so worried right now. She knew all these things about herself to be true; she loved that these traits made up the person she had become. As she sat on her front porch of her and Shaun's home in Chiswick, there was no doubt in Donna's mind that she could take on anything, any force this world, or this universe, even, could throw at her and win. Heights? Easy. Serial killer? No problem. Stock market crash? She'd barely blink an eye. Nothing at all had Donna Nobe frightened, not at all ...

... But here she was, sitting on her porch, staring at a blinkin' wasp.

At first she hadn't realized what she was doing. Somehow her relaxing afternoon of sitting out front with her new romance novel had turned into an intense stare-down with an insect. Not that it stared back, of course. It simply buzzed around her yard, occasionally flitting dangerously close to her head before darting away again. Donna didn't move an inch. Something about wasps made her incredibly nervous these days, for reasons she could never truly place. She had never in all her life been stung. She had previously dabbled in wondering if her fear was that she could have an undiscovered allergy, but that thought was too silly to entertain for long. No, she must have some suppressed memory about a wasp buried somewhere inside her head, perhaps from her childhood. When she tried to remember, however, Donna found nothing but darkness and the onset of a terribly painful headache, the same headache she got when she read an Agatha Christie novel, or heard a particularly mournful song or walked through a dense shadow. Curious.

What made her situation even stranger was her newfound awareness to bees. Over the past couple years, Donna had discovered she was not afraid of bees the way she was wasps, but somehow fascinated by them. They were rumored to be disappearing a few years prior; bees were hardly seen anywhere in Britain for a matter of months. All at once, though, they had come back. Scientists were baffled; they assumed the phenomena must have been caused by cell-phone waves disrupting the bees' flight patterns, but they had no explanation as to their sudden return. Donna knew all this from the afternoon she had spent trying to figure out her strange fascination, but she hadn't absorbed much past that. Reading about bees online was among the most boring things she had ever done. And she was a temp.

Despite this, there was nothing Donna wished more than that it was a bee frequenting her lawn that day than a filthy wasp. She breathed a sigh of relief when her husband Shaun came out of the house.

"Thank GOD," she said. "Shaun, if you don't mind, kill that wasp for me?"

Shaun closed the door to the house behind him before turning to Donna and blinking. "You serious?"

Donna rolled her eyes. "No, it's 'Let's-All-Mess-With-Shaun-Day'. YES, I'M SERIOUS," she barked.

Shaun merely blinked again. She seemed even more bewildered by Donna's sudden fear of an insect than she felt herself. "But - " he began to say.

"SHAUN, YOU BEST GET OVER HERE AND SMACK THIS WASP BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND SMACK YOU."

That got his attention. Shaun ran down the front stairs, removing his shoe as he went, and crushed the stinging pest as it landed on the side of the house. "There," he called back, returning to the steps and peering up at Donna in her sun chair. "That better?"

Donna looked back at him in silence. Finally she said "Yeah, thanks," and vanished behind her book. Stupid Donna, she thought. What on Earth has gotten into you? Shaun's gonna think you're mental!

Shaun, however, was still a tad too afraid of his wife's temper to risk upsetting her with his questions. He brushed the bizarreness of the situation beside and clomped back up the steps. "Right. I'm off to Josh's, then." He planted a quick kiss on Donna's forehead before turning and heading back down the stairs in the direction of the car. "I'll be back later tonight."

"Right," Donna mumbled absentmindedly. She watched him climb into the car, turn the ignition and send a little wave in her direction before pulling out of the yard. God, he's perfect, she thought. How'd I manage to find a thoughtful, caring man who barely speaks a word? She smiled.

Donna tried to turn her attention back to her book, but couldn't make herself concentrate. Sighing, she threw the book back on her chain and stormed into the house, plopping down in front of the TV. May as well much some telly, then, she thought, groaning. Nothing like sitting at home alone doing some mindless activity for hours and hours ...

Absolutely nothing was on. Donna sighed and sat a few moments, flipping through channels, what at last something caught her eye. It was some sort of news update.

" - were baffled today when the call came in that a dinosaur was the reason for the traffic pileup in town. We got to you now, live with Clive Howard. Clive! What's happening down there?"

Donna laughed out loud. A dinosaur? This had to be a hoax! Right? Nonetheless, her eyes didn't leave the screen. The shot changed to show the street where the dinosaur had supposedly been disrupting traffic. Wreckage framed the road, mostly cars with bizarre, dino-sized indentations in them as if they had been barreled in to. Clive Howard, a tall blonde reporter with a dweeby voice, stood centre-frame and began his report.

"Well, Deborah, it would appear that the rumors are true. A large green creature, now confirmed by experts to be a breed of triceratops, was inexplicably found wandering up route nine today, disrupting the flow of traffic and causing huge reactions of panic from both drivers and nearby residents. I'm here now with Barty Mac, one of the many confused commuters who witnessed this strange event." The camera panned away from the interviewer and focused on a short, tubby man of approximately forty-five. "Sir, could you please describe the strange situation you found yourself in this morning?"

Donna suddenly threw herself to the floor by the television, not out of interest in the story, or because she though Mr. Barty Mac was attractive or some rubbish like that, but because of something she saw in the distance on-screen. At eye level it was much easier to observe what made up the background beyond Barty's head, but Donna wasn't overly certain what she was even looking for. She had gotten a glimpse of something that excited her, obviously ... but what? Her eyes combed the screen, seeing nothing but trees, a stop sign, prim little houses ...

And then she saw it - A shiny blue box, sitting non-decrepitly on the street corner. A telephone box? No, Donna corrected herself. A police box. But how did she know that? What was -

It suddenly became very difficult for Donna to think. Pain exploded in her forehead, blurring her vision and pounding like a drum in her mind. Images flashed before her eyes, images of worlds rich with color, of creatures she had never seen or could have possibly imagined. Strange white humanoids with strange tentacled faces. A field made entirely of diamonds. Stout, angry warriors in blue suits, chanting angrily away. And man, a tall skinny man in a pinstripe suit and red Converse Chucks on his feet. A man she knew, a man she trusted. He was a, a -

"Doctor ..." Donna whispered.

Then everything went black.

Is anybody up for some Eleven, Rory and Amy? Because that's where we're headed next!

Any chance I can score some reviews until then? ;)