Donna POV

I'd moved completely into his bedroom now as we almost always shared a bed anyway, both of us had diaries so we had an agreement that it was 'an eye for an eye'. I got down to filling in tonight's entry;

Dear Diary,

These past couple days have been all over the place, we went home for a visit - the Doctor came too - and it turns out we couldn't even manage a weekend without an alien-style invasion. It wasn't even a full day before we saw something suspicious on the news and had to go and check it. So it turned out that the one time we come to visit some madman tries to change humanity and de-age himself - he turned in to some kind of weird alien-looking creature even though the Doctor said it was human. We saw Martha, her sister had become the madman's P.A. so she was invited to the party as well - we used the psychic paper as usual. I almost died again, I was terrified but the feeling has become too familiar now, the only thing that truly worried me was the thought of the Doctor not being there everytime something awful happened.

My family know about me and the Doctor being a couple now, they were all pleased and we were happy - something's wrong with him though. He seems sort of distant at times, like he's always got something weighing on his conscience and he keeps apologizing for being so selfish - yeah I know. He's brilliant and kind and generous and I've fallen in love with him - god knows what'll happen if ever he leaves me. I want to help him but I know I can't, I don't feel everything he does - he's lived through so much loss and pain, I'd be tired of living. That's my anecdote for today.

Goodnight.

The Doctor was never willing to accept when he needed help, he'd try to struggle along on his own and then things would turn out worse in the end, perhaps I should speak to him about it.

Doctor POV

Across from me, Donna was filling in her diary so I began to do the same.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what has happened to me now, things are even stranger than usual. I can't go a single day without there being some kind of a disaster - even on Earth! I took Donna to go and see her family - who now know we're a couple and probably assume we're living together in Italy. Well anyway, there was a mad scientist who decided he wanted to de-age himself, but the process stole his humanity. He became a soulless monster who was near immortal - he became a mutated form of humanity. We bumped in to Martha again - she's training for UNIT now - and I don't know what it is about that woman but she always seems to be there when trouble arrives. Donna became even closer to death than usual today and it terrified me, ever since we became a proper 'couple' if you can call us that, putting her in danger scares me more than anything.

Donna seems concerned about me - I'm not sure why, I'm probably just acting differently but it worries me when she does that. She spends all her time thinking about me and what I'm feeling and not nearly enough time thinking about herself - I know that humans are supposed to be a selfless species but she is a saint even then. One of the reasons I love her is because she won't ever do anything for herself if it endangers someone else.

Goodnight.

By the time I was done, her diary was back in her drawer and she was laid down, looking directly at me as I wrote but she couldn't see the page, nor would she want to. I put my diary down on the side before sliding down so my head was on the pillow and letting her rest her head on my shoulder, I kissed her forehead before she drifted off to sleep - and I soon folowed her.