Next Stop, Everywhere
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor
(OC Face claim: Victoria Camacho)
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Chapter 11: The American and the Martian
Chapter summary: Christmas is just around the corner when Donna Noble arrives, but how will Minerva and the Doctor's dynamic change with Donna in the mix instead of Rose Tyler?
We were in the TARDIS with no real destination in thought; we just floated in space. We couldn't think about any place right now - actually, I couldn't think of anything right now but the Doctor could. Soon as we had returned to the TARDIS, he asked to finally hear my story. So I finally spoke. I sat on the Captain's chair, spilling most of my story to him without ever once being interrupted. There were only a few things that I couldn't really tell him, things that I admitted out loud I wasn't ready for.
"My real name is Minerva Joycelin Souza. I made my middle name my first name so my parents couldn't track me down. It's a simple change but believe me, they haven't found me. I'm way smarter than them," I shrugged, not caring how those two would take it, "All they have is phone numbers from the people I've been with."
"So you're a runaway?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "A runaway from home?"
"No..." I said quietly, looking up at him. I wanted to leave clear that I was not some child who made a rash decision. I was a grown up and I had been one for a very long time now. "I was tired. I was tired of home. They, my parents, aren't the best and I couldn't take living with them anymore. They blame me for something that I swear wasn't my fault. It couldn't be."
"Do you want to tell me that?" he asked cautiously, understanding the mental association was just stronger than my need to tell him.
"Honestly, no..."
"And that's okay. But when you feel like it's time, you just sit me down and I swear I'll listen this time."
"Thank you. "
"Have you ever talked to your family since you left?"
"Once or twice...the most recent being this year. But I won't want to speak to them."
"But they're your family!"
"That's their biological name but they are not!" I snapped, jumping off my chair. I realized I had startled him by the way he was looking at me, and for that I felt guilty. I waited until the anger had decreased to speak again, and when I did I spoke much softer, "Doctor, they're my family, yes, but they haven't earned that name. I have parents, aunts, uncles, cousins...but do you know what I was? Isolated. I felt like I was always alone..."
He placed his hand over mine, making me look up, "Do you still feel that way?"
"...no," I answered, surprisingly sure.
"Joy, I mean...Minerva, I never wanted to ignore you. I didn't even realize I was doing it. Guess you were right, all my head could think about was Rose. I wanted to show her everything...and in doing so, I forgot to be a good person to you."
"You weren't rude," I reminded, "Ignoring, but never rude."
It seemed like he was thinking about something and I could only guess on what, "Jo-Minerva, do you have any idea why Rose would keep your phone calls a secret from me?"
Easy, because she was jealous. I couldn't be that mean to somebody who wasn't around to defend themselves anymore...but it's not like she didn't deserve it. Focus Minerva! "She...she found out about my real name and I suppose it scared her a bit," I replied.
"She didn't tell me anything about that..."
"Of course not, I asked her to keep it a secret."
Rose was gone and never coming back. What good would it do to tarnish his memory of her over something as petty as jealousy? He didn't need to know about that, and he never would. I could do that for him.
"You asked her to keep it away from me?" he raised an eyebrow, disliking the idea, "What? You thought I'd be angry you lied about your name?"
"No, I wanted to be the one to tell you." That wasn't a lie. I didn't want Rose to spill because it wasn't her story to tell. I was never afraid of her but it did terrify me knowing I could push her to the point of making her tell the Doctor about something she didn't even understand.
"Okay, understandable," he nodded, conceding, "Does that mean she knew everything, then?"
"No. She knew nothing except about my real name. But even that was complicated seeing as she thr..." Somehow, I can see keeping her threat a secret would be a bit complicated seeing as I tend to ramble now thanks to the alien.
"As she what?" he asked.
"Nothing! I asked Rose to keep it a secret, end of story."
"Alright..." he nodded, seeming to buy it for now, "...so this family of yours," he went around the console as if to set in coordinations, "Where are they?"
"I'm not going, Doctor," I informed quietly. I knew what he was thinking of. If I told him where they lived he might take me there when I least expect it! I wasn't going to give him the chance!
"How else do you expect to fix things?"
"I don't."
"You haven't seen your parents in how many years?"
"...four."
"So then the right thing to do is-"
"To make it five years."
He mock-glared, tilting his head, as that was clearly not the answer he wanted, "Do you understand I made a promise to Jackie that I'd bring you home? Plus, now that I see how much it affects you, I want to bring you home."
"No thank you. I just wanna know you and I want you to know me and not my family."
He sighed and let the console go. I could tell there was going to be slight tension over that topic.
"Okay, well how about a call to see if they're alive? I don't care how angry and sad you are because of them, I know you want to know if they're alive."
It was my turn to sigh as he was right. No matter how much my parents and I disagreed, I still wanted them to be okay. "I don't have a cell phone, though."
That caught him off guard, "Come again?"
"Another thing you don't know about me. I don't have a cell phone. I don't believe in them. I don't believe in wasting my time talking over the phone with someone when I could use that time to be outside doing things that matter."
He grinned, "I really like you, you know that? First human I ever hear say that one."
"I'll call, but I won't say anything," I stood up, smiling just a bit as he went to the phone, "I'll let them answer."
"Parents or grandmother first?"
"Grandmother," I mumbled as I took the phone and started dialing. It felt so odd actually dialing those familiar numbers. I hadn't done so in so long and when she called, well...I had thrown the phone away. Poor Mickey wasn't so happy about that.
"Hello?" my grandmother's sweet voice answered, making my breathing hitch quite loudly. The Doctor placed a hand over my shoulder, encouraging me to speak. "Hello?" she asked again, pausing a few minutes before speaking again, "...is that you, Minerva?"
I literally threw the phone at the Doctor, making him scramble to catch it, "I can't," I shook my head, feeling the tears building up inside my eyes. "Hang up, please."
He stared for a few seconds, looking sad but trust me not as much as I was. Silently, he placed the phone over his ear, "I can assure you that you're granddaughter is safe and well. She will be fine," and he hung up.
"She's alive, she's alive, she's alive," I whispered to myself, my tears turning into those of joy, "Oh thank God."
"And your parents?" the Doctor asked.
"...I'll call the house. If they're alive then they won't answer. They'll let one of the maids do it."
"Maids?" he raised an eyebrow, acting as if he was judging me for leaving such a grand place.
"Oh shut up," I took the phone back, "I don't like to be waited on. It's demeaning to them," I started dialing and surely enough, Hayley, one of my mother's favorite maids, answered.
"Hello? If this is the window repairment shop, Mrs. Souza is very upset you're late. She will not stand for it and will go ahead and hire a new crew. Mr. Souza has already begun the recruitment, thank you."And she hung up before I even got a word out.
I placed the phone in its place. It wasn't the same feeling I got when I heard my grandmother's voice but there was still joy inside me knowing that my parents were safe too. "They're alive."
"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked, turning me to face him, "I know you probably hate me for forcing you like that but-"
"You did not force me," I corrected him, "It does make me feel better knowing they're alive."
"Hopefully, little by little, we can make some progress."
" I hope you're talking about just us," I clarified, "Because it's my only goal right now. Getting to know the ridiculous, banana-loving alien in front of me."
"There's not gonna be much progress if you keep calling me that," he warned with a finger.
"Well I need a better nickname!"
He rolled his eyes and opened that gob of his to argue when a strange noise, coming from the doors, made us stop.
We peered around the console to see a bright ginger woman, dressed in a wedding dress, turning around.
"What?" the Doctor stepped out, completely baffled by the appearance.
"Who are you!?" the ginger demanded.
"But-"
"Where am I!?"
"What!?" the Doctor's eyes were nearly popping out his head by how wide they were.
"What the hell is this place!?" the ginger shouted.
"You can't do that, I wasn't...we're in flight!" the Doctor exclaimed, "That is-" he pointed at her, "That is physically impossible! How did...?"
"Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me right now!" the ginger glared. Her green eyes were full of anger and it almost looked like she could kill with that look, "Where am I!?"
"Uh...you're in the TARDIS," I answered this time, the Doctor too bewildered to keep up with the answers the woman needed, "And if you could please calm-"
"The what?" she said, her voice loud as a yell even though it didn't even seem she was trying to yell anymore.
"The TARDIS," I repeated, kind of scared to keep answering for fear of another shout.
The Doctor walked to the console, probably to figure out how we had a new visitor.
"That's not even a proper word!" the ginger snapped, "You're just saying things!"
"I-I'm not..."
"How did you get in here?" the Doctor demanded.
"Well, obviously, when you two kidnapped me! Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys?" she looked between us, "Oh my god, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it."
"Who the hell is Nerys?" the Doctor glanced up.
"Your best friend!"
"Hold on, wait a minute, what're you dressed like that for?" he looked her over, clearly not getting the whole 'wedding dress' concept.
"I'm going ten pin bowling," she shrugged sarcastically, "Why do you think, Dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this!" she began walking around the console, "I was just seconds away! And then you! I don't know, you drugged me or something!"
"We haven't done anything!" I said, tilting my head at her. There was something vaguely familiar about her but I couldn't quite place her just yet.
"We're having the police on you! Me and my husband - as soon as he is my husband - we're gonna sue the living backsides off ya!" There was a satisfied smile on her face after making her threat and that's when I remembered!
"Wait a minute, you were there," I pointed slowly but a few seconds later I was practically stabbing my finger in the air. "You saved me from that Auton!"
"That what?" she raised an eye brow, apparently having no idea what I was talking about.
"It's you. You told me he'd be here. And..." I looked at the Doctor, "I guess she meant you."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
"Yeah, I have to agree this time," the Doctor nodded, not that I was listening to him much.
"But it's you!" I walked for the woman instead. "You talked about a 'hot knife' not being as awesome as a screwdriver and no one else has a sonic screwdriver!"
"Stay away from me!" she backed away.
"Maybe it just hasn't happened yet," I whispered to myself, thinking logically. If that woman knew about the sonic screwdriver then it meant that she knew the Doctor, but that clearly wasn't the case right now. It had to be in her future. "Time travel..."
"You're insane!" she turned and ran for the doors.
The Doctor watched her open the doors and walked for her once she halted in awe, "You're in space. Outer space. This is my...space ship. It's called the TARDIS."
"How am I breathing?"
"The TARDIS is protecting us."
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor," he gestured to himself and this is my friend, "Joy, sorry, Minerva," he smiled apologetically. It would take getting used to but he was making the effort.
"I'm Donna."
"Human?" the Doctor looked her over.
"Yeah...is that optional?"
"Well...it is for me."
"You're an alien..." she stated, the idea suddenly hitting her.
"Yeah. I just don't understand any of this," he started walking back for the console, "This can't happen. There's no way a human being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside," he started jumping around, full of energy. He began rambling things that I couldn't comprehend and much less Donna. He held up an Opthalmoscope to Donna's face, "Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic-" Donna slapped him, making him stumble back.
I giggled but kept my distance from the two. I didn't want to be next on that list!
"What was that for!?" cried the Doctor, holding a hand to his cheek.
"Get me to the church!" Donna screamed.
He let go of his contraption and hurried to the controls, "Fine! I don't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding?"
"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System, " she stopped her pacing by a rail, "I knew it. Acting all innocent,"' she turned around and held one of Rose's blouses, "I'm not the first, am I?" she strode over to the Doctor, fuming, "How many have you abducted?" the Doctor's gaze fell to the console, "Has he got you abducted too!?" she looked at me, "Tell me if he does and I swear we'll get him-"
"No! No!" I shook my head, shaking my hands for emphasis, "I'm not abducted. And neither are you. No one is abducted!"
"This is yours then?" she gestured to the blouse.
"No, that's...that's our friend's blouse." The phrase 'our friend' was being used very loosely here.
"Where is she then? Popped out for a space walk?"
"She's gone," the Doctor replied, quietly.
"Gone where?"
"I lost her..."
"Well you can hurry up and lose me!" Donna shouted. She studied the Doctor who had grown quiet and still, realizing it was a touchy subject, "How do you mean, lost?"
The Doctor looked up from the console and started marching up to Donna with quite a dark face; it almost looked scary. He snatched Rose's blouse from Donna's hand then went for the doors, "Chiswick."
Donna quickly rushed out, holding the sides of her wedding dress and hurrying into the street. I hurried after her, knowing just how well the Doctor's piloting skills were. Sure enough, Donna was pretty peeved to find she was in another location.
"I said 'Saint Mary's!" she yelled, "What sort of Martian are you? Where's this?"
The Doctor was stroking the TARDIS, almost obliviously, "Something's wrong with her. Like...she's re-calibrating," he suddenly rushed back inside, "She's digesting!" and I could see him going around the console in a rush, "Donna?" he called out, "You've really gotta think. Is there anything that might've caused this?"
But the ginger seemed too preoccupied...with the TARDIS. She was finally realizing the actual size of its exterior and well, she started rounding it in bewilderment.
"Anything you might've done? Any sort of alien contacts? I can't let you go wandering off in case your dangerous. I mean, have you...have you seen lights in the sky? Or...did you touch something? Something, something different? Something strange? Something made out of a sort of metal or...who're you getting married to? Donna?"
She stepped back, glancing at me for reassurance she hadn't just imagined its exterior. I nodded, "It's okay."
"Donna?" the Doctor called again, oblivious to what was going on out here, "Are you sure he's human? He's not a bit overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?"
Donna placed a hand over her mouth, utterly shocked and afraid, "No!" she dashed past me.
"Donna!" I called after her, glancing back to the Doctor, "Doctor! Donna's left!"
"What?" he ran outside and passed me as well, "Donna!"
"Oh, thanks!" I frowned, trying to catch up in the menace called heels. When I caught up, they were around the corner of a street, Donna looking around.
"Leave me alone," she ordered, "I just want to get married."
"Come back to the TARDIS," the Doctor said.
"No way. That box is too...weird," She did a slight shiver.
"It's just bigger on the inside, that's all."
"Oh that's all?" she mimicked his calm tone then looked at her watch, "Ten past three! I'm gonna miss it!"
"You can phone them. Tell them where you are," the Doctor suggested. I started looking around for a pay phone on the street.
"How do I do that?"
"Haven't you got a mobile?"
Donna and I turned back to him, and just...stared. Was he serious? Well, judging by his clueless face, the answer was a yes!
"I'm in my wedding dress," Donna began, and you could easily tell she would be doing some yelling in a moment, "It doesn't have pockets! Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting, do you think I said, 'Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me pockets'!?"
The Doctor blinked, "This man you're marrying...what's his name?"
She smiled at the mention, "Lance."
"Good luck Lance."
I whacked his arm, "Not funny."
"No stupid Martians are gonna stop me from getting married. To hell with you two!" she yelled then ran off.
I frowned, slightly offended, "I'm not Martian."
"I'm not from Mars," the Doctor said feebly.
"Well we can't leave her alone, can we?" I said then ran after Donna.
"Taxi!" Donna was calling on the streets.
"Look, another one!" the Doctor pointed, running after it but to no avail.
"Taxi!" Donna and I called but with no results.
"There's one!" I pointed. We must have called for a dozen taxis but none would stop, "This is like New York all over again!" I sighed.
"Do you have this effect on everyone?" the Doctor looked to Donna, "Why aren't they stopping?"
"They think I'm in fancy dress," Donna gestured to her wedding dress.
"Stay off the scotch darling!" a passing taxi driver shouted.
"They think I'm drunk," Donna frowned.
"You're fooling no one, mate!" another car shouted as they passed.
"They think I'm in drag,"" Donna threw her head back, exasperated.
"Hold on, hold on," I put my fingers between my mouth and whistled like I've never whistled before, succeeding in stopping a taxi in front of us.
"Nice," the Doctor praised as Donna quickly got in.
"Thanks. One more thing you don't know about me," I smiled, "I've been on the road and you gotta learn how to have a heck of a whistle to get around."
"Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road," Donna was instructing as we got in, "It's an emergency, I'm getting married!"
And we began driving off, "You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today," the driver replied.
'Oh my god! Do you have any money?" Donna glanced at us.
"Uh..." I looked to the Doctor, "I told you I lost all my money."
"What about you?" he asked Donna.
"Pockets!?" Donna gestured to her dress.
And the taxi came to halt right there. As the Doctor and I climbed out, Donna got into a full argument with the driver...some very...interesting words being said.
"And that goes double for your mother!" Donna yelled, slamming the door of the taxi, "I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas Spirit."
"It's Christmas?" I blinked, suddenly taking in a few of the decorations on the street.
"Maybe not on Mars but here it's Christmas Eve."
"Hey?" I clapped my hands, grabbing her attention, "Not Martian. Not alien," I pointed to myself, "Human."
"Oh...hello," she smiled, as if that made it all the better. I almost laughed if the situation wasn't so rushed.
"Look, a phone box," the Doctor pointed.
"Oh thank goodness! We can reverse the charges!" Donna dashed for it.
"How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?" the Doctor questioned her.
"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon in Morocco. Sunshine: lovely."
"You don't like Christmas?" I frowned. How could anybody hate Christmas!?
"Nope," she opened the doors of the phone box, "What's the operator? I've not done this in years!"
"Just...just call the direct," the Doctor used the screwdriver on the phone.
"What did you do?" Donna demanded, her voice rising in volume.
The Doctor looked around, "Something...Martian. Now, phone! We'll get money!"
I giggled as we ran to a cash machine, "So, you're Martian now?"
"Shut up," he muttered.
"Okay...Martian," I giggled again, making him sigh, "You know, I like the sound of that..."
He quickly saw where my thoughts were headed and shook his head, "Don't you dare."
We waited in the line for this annoyingly slow man in front of us. While the Doctor started hopping from one foot to the other in his impatience, I started looking around. I noticed a few masked Santa's that were playing trumpets. I tilted my head, studying them, feeling like they were looking straight at me. I took a step forwards, not taking my eyes off them.
"What are you looking at?" I mumbled, remembering the last ones from our last Christmas.
"Minerva!" the Doctor exclaimed, suddenly pausing to smile at himself, "Hey, I got it right this time."
"Good for you, now focus!"
"Right, I've got it," he pulled me back towards Donna.
"But Doctor, look!" I pointed to the Santas and he stopped running to look, "Didn't we see those Santa's last year?"
He remained quiet, obviously remembering them, "C'mon," he pulled me again.
"Oi! Thanks for nothing!" Donna's yell turned us back, "See you in court, spaceman!"
My eyes widened when I saw her driver was a masked Santa, "Doctor, look...again!"
"Donna!" he shouted but she had already left. He looked back to the Santas and saw they had their trumpets as weapons, "Get ready to run," he pointed the sonic at the cash machine and made all the money fly everywhere in the street. As the people scurried to get the money, we ran back to the TARDIS.
"But what do they want now?" I said, frantically pacing back and forth while he worked on the console, "I thought we got rid of them last Christmas! And are they after Donna?" I stopped pacing and turned to him, my rambles getting the best of me, "What do they want now? What are they doing here? And what does Donna have to do with them?"
"I don't know Rose!" he shouted distractedly, "Now shush!"
I froze, my eyes blinking rapidly. He looked up, just now donning on him what he had said.
"M-Minerva, I'm..." He stood straight, "I'm sor-"
"Funny, I don't recall having a third name," I spat, forcing myself to focus on the problem with Donna, "Let's get the ginger back," I walked up to the console, hanging on.
He stared, probably feeling bad but not as bad as I felt. Quietly, he got back to work. Out of the no where, sparks started flying from the console.
"Woah!" I pulled back.
"Behave!" the Doctor hit the console with a hammer.
"Because that's gonna help?" I yelled, raising an eyebrow, "And where'd you even get a hammer from?"
The shakes became even more violent as we hurried to catch up to the bride.
The Doctor attached some string to the console, "Hang on!" He placed the string between his teeth and headed for the door.
I watched as he opened the door, revealing the highway, "Please tell me you're not gonna jump..."
"A certain ginger will," he mumbled before shouting out to her, "Donna, open the door!" I could only see a somewhat view with him blocking the way, "You've gotta jump!" Donna yelled something back, but I couldn't make it out, "Listen to me, you've got to jump! Whatever that thing is, it needs you. And whatever it needs you for, it's not good. Now come on!"
I moved alongside the the console, seeing Donna getting ready to jump from the car.
"Trust me," the Doctor said, much calmer now.
"Is that you said to her? Your friend?" Donna was asking, "Did she trust you?"
"Yes, she did. And she is not dead. She is so alive! Now jump!"
And with that, she did. Donna jumped and landed on top of the Doctor. I half smiled, returning my gaze to the console, rubbing it and silently apologizing for the Doctor's rudeness with a hammer...not that she could understand me anyways, but the thought counts!
~0~
Donna and I sat on the edge of building's roof, our legs dangling millions of feet up above the ground. The Doctor was trying to bring down the smoke coming from the TARDIS.
"Did we miss it?" I asked Donna as she was checking her watch. She looked so disappointed my heart almost broke for her. It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life and...she was spending it with a stranger, an alien, and a smokey box.
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter."
But I knew it did. Those were my words that I used when things most certainly did matter.
"We'd better give her a few hours," the Doctor walked over to us.
"We missed it," I told him, looking straight ahead. I was still a little edgy since his little mix up with the names. I know it wasn't the time or place, but I was fairly annoyed.
"Oh...sorry," he took a seat beside Donna, putting her in between us, "Well, you can book another date..."
"Course we can," Donna said, absently.
"Still got the honeymoon," I added.
"It's just a holiday now."
"Sorry..." the Doctor said.
"It's not your fault."
"Oh! That's a change!" he exclaimed.
"Wish we had a time machine...then we could go back and get it right," she sighed.
"Yeah...but...even if I did, I couldn't go back on someone's personal timeline...apparently," he shrugged off his jacket and placed it around Donna.
"God you're skinny," she frowned, trying to close the jacket around her, "This wouldn't fit a rat."
"Oh and you'd better put this on," he handed her a ring.
"Oh, do you have to rub it in?" she said, sadly.
"Those creatures can trace you. This is a bio damper; should keep you hidden," he slid the ring on her finger, "With this ring, I thee bio-damp."
"For better or for worse," Donna went along, "So, come on then. Robot Santa, what are they for?"
"Basic robo scavenger. The Father Christmas stuff is just a disguise. They're trying to blend in. We met them last Christmas."
"Why, what happened then?"
"Great big spaceship? Hovering London? You didn't notice?" the Doctor raised an eye brow.
"I had a bit of a hang over," she shrugged.
"Right...Well, we spent Christmas Day just over there, the Powell Estate. With this...family," he grew quiet, "My friend, she had this family. Well, they were..." he paused, just staring ahead, "Still...gone now."
Donna noticed the change of attitude and so turned to me, "So what's the story with you?"
"Me? What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, dressed like that...got a hot date?"
I looked down to my professional clothing and sighed. Funny how things could change so quickly. A few hours ago I was talking to Mickey about how nervous I was to tell the Doctor about Torchwood...and now Mickey was gone again, probably for good this time. "No...it's for my job." I looked up, sighing again when I realized I was back to zero again. I didn't have a penny to my name. "I had this job..."
"With those heels? What kind of job was it?"
I glanced at her, smiling at her thoughts, "I worked for Torchwood," she clearly never heard of it as well, "Boss was kind of demanding with attire. Doesn't matter now though, she's gone...it's all gone."
"What about you?" the Doctor asked her, clearly wanting to change topics, "I'd like to know what camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you. And how did you get inside the TARDIS?" Donna rolled her eyes and shook her head, "What's your job?" he took out his screwdriver from the jacket.
"I'm a secretary."
"It's weird, I mean..." he started scanning her, "You're not special, you're not powerful, you're not connected, you're not clever, you're not important-"
"This friend of yours, just before she left, did she punch you in the face?" Donna snapped, whacking the screwdriver away, "Stop bleeping me!"
"What kind of secretary?" I asked, trying to relieve her irritation of him.
"I'm at HC Clements. It's where I met Lance. I was temping. It was a bit posh really. I'd spend the last two years at a double glazing firm. Well, I though, I'm never gonna fit in here. And then..." she paused, a great smile spreading across her face, "He made me a coffee. That just doesn't happen. Nobody gets secretaries a coffee. Lance! He's the head of HR. He don't need to bother with me...but he was nice...and he was funny," she shrugged happily, "It turned out he thought everyone else was really snotty too. So that's how it started, me and him- one cup of coffee. That was it."
"When was that?"
"Six months ago."
"Bit quick to get married..." the Doctor remarked.
"Well...he insisted," Donna rolled her eyes, "He nagged and nagged. He just wore me down and I finally gave in."
"What does HC Clements do?"
"Security systems, you know...entry codes, ID Cards. If you ask me, it's a posh name for 'locksmiths'."
I smiled, "Keys?"
"Enough of my CV. Come on, it's time to face the consequences. Oh, this is gonna be so shaming. You can do the explaining, Martian boy."
"Yeah, I'm not from Mars," the Doctor shook his head. He stood up and held out his hand, "C'mon."
"Oh, I had this great big reception all planned. Everyone's gonna be heartbroken," Donna sighed.
I stood up on my own and walked for the TARDIS, "I've never been to a wedding before. Well, one that I've wanted to anyways. My parents always dragged me to these important ones "
"Don't like your family?" Donna asked.
I sighed, "Let's just see yours instead."
~0~
Unfortunately for Donna, the reception seemed pretty lively when we entered..even on the account of the missing bride. One by one, the guests began noticing us and stopped dancing (and having fun). Finally, the music was cut to leave us as the center of attention.
"You had the reception without me?" Donna crossed her arms. I didn't know her very well, but I was pretty sure that in a few seconds she would burst from anger.
"Donna...what happened to ya?" a man stepped forwards.
Donna had a death glare I would not want to be caught on, "You had...the reception...without me?" her voice grew louder and no one answered her. She glanced at the Doctor and I, "They had the reception without me."
"Yes, we gathered," the Doctor nodded.
"Well, it was all paid for, why not?" a woman asked.
"Thank you, Nerys," Donna snapped.
"Well, what we were supposed to do?" an older woman walked for Donna, "I got your silly little message in the end, 'I'm on Earth'? Very funny. What the hell happened? How did you do it? What's the trick because I'd love to know."
The whole room began speaking at once. Poor Donna just looked on from one face to the other, probably getting overwhelmed. Suddenly, she burst into tears, making the babbling die down. The man, I assumed to be Lance, went to hug her and soon everyone applauded. On a turn, Donna winked at us.
"Oh she's good," I smirked.
It didn't take much to get the party back on. The music blared up and people begun their dancing. Even I was reeled into the dance floor by Donna. I felt a little bad leaving the Doctor back but, I didn't really know what to say to him. In any case, he didn't seem to want to dance. He had moved himself to the bar and just stared at us. I felt like he was staring at me most of the time, probably thinking I had already forgotten the others by the few laughter's I had given. It just seemed like we had different ways of remembering. Mickey wouldn't want me to be sad and isolating myself. I had to keep moving on. Though I suppose maybe it was a different story for the Doctor and Rose, seeing their feelings were a bit stronger than just friendship. He'd probably take more to heal. But I had to admit, the way he was staring, I couldn't help think he was seeing in me the ghost of a girl who was no longer here.
"What's the matter, love?" the young man I was dancing with snatched me out of my thoughts, "Don't like the music?"
"It's good," I nodded, smiling.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me forwards and back, making me laugh, "You're a good dancer!"
"Thanks, so are you!"
"Oi? American?"
I nodded, "Yeah!" I felt a hand on my arm pull me back. I looked back and saw the Doctor, "What are you-"
"It's important," he pulled me out of the dance floor.
"Oi, I was dancing back-"
"Huon Particles."
"What?"
"I'm assuming you know what that is, as HC Clements was part of Torchwood's properties."
I blinked, "Oh..."
"What does Torchwood have to do with this?" he demanded, actually seeming angry.
"Woah, woah, woah, you should not be using that tone with me. You're not on my good side right now," I warned, crossing my arms. "You know what my name is right?"
He sighed, "I'm sorry. It was in the heap of a moment and-"
"Yeah, I know, you're so used to her," I rolled my eyes, "Anyways, I knew Torchwood had acquired separate lands. I just didn't know HC Clements was one. I don't remember it..."
"Yeah, well bigger problem is Huon Particles are very old..."
"Meaning...?"
"It can't be hidden," he turned to Donna.
"Uh oh," my eyes widened. We rushed to a window and peered out. Sure enough, there stood the fake santas, "What do we do?"
"Donna!" He shouted, running for her, "Donna, they've found you!"
While they spoke, I rushed for the door. Hopefully, we'd make a clean escape. I opened it and found two fake santas. I frowned, seeing our way blocked off, "Screw you!" I ran back to Donna and the Doctor, "Back door...not the way to go."
We hurried to the window and saw the Santas now held a remote.
"What are they gonna do?" Donna asked.
"Christmas trees," the Doctor glanced to the big one they had in the room, "Get away from the tree!" he shouted to the guests, "Don't touch the trees!"
"Oh for God's sakes, the man's an idiot," Donna's mother yelled. "What's a Christmas tree gonna...oh!"
The large tree's decorative spheres were floating away from it and moving over the heads of the guests. Suddenly, they began dropping and making small explosions around the room. We took cover but the Doctor ran for the DJ's spot.
"Oi! Santa!" He called, "Word of advice: if you're attacking a man with a sonic screwdriver..." he spoke into the microphone, "Don't let him near the sound system," he held the screwdriver to the amplifiers and caused an eerie screech from them.
We covered our ears and watched as the Santas fell into pieces on the floor. When it stopped, we stood from our hiding places and looked around. Mostly everyone crowded around the dismantled santas on the floor.
I walked to the Doctor, still getting my ears to work again. He held out a console to me, "Look at that, remote control for the decorations."
"But that means there's another remote control," I said, taking hold of it, "For the robots, I mean."
"They're not scavengers anymore. I think someone's taken possession."
"Oi, you two," Donna walked over to us, "People have been hurt and you're a doctor."
"Nah, they wanted you alive, look," he threw her a sphere, "They're not active now."
"All I'm saying is you could help."
"Gotta think of the bigger picture..." he fiddled with the device. He wasn't even listening, "There's still a signal!" and he ran off.
I looked to Donna, "Sorry," and I ran after him.
"There's someone behind this," he explained as we hurried outside.
"But who?"
"And why are they following me? What have I done?" Donna caught up with us.
"If we find the controller, we'll find that out. Oh!" he raised his screwdriver into the air, "It's up there! Something in the sky!"
"When isn't there, honestly?"
"And now I've lost the signal," he put his arm down, "Donna we've got to get to your office, HC Clements. I think that's where it all started."
"Lance can give us a lift," Donna quickly offered as Lance himself ran out of the building.
~0~
When we arrived at HC Clements, the Doctor hurriedly went to Donna's office and her computer, "This might just be a locksmiths but HC CLements was brought up 23 years ago by the Torchwood Institute."
"Isn't that where you worked?" Donna pointed at me, "Exactly who are they?"
"They were behind the battle of Canary Wharf," I sighed but Donna remained strangely quiet. I looked up to see her in an oblivious state, "Cyberman invasion..." I tried but she was still quiet... "Skies over London filled with horrid Daleks?"
"Oh I was in Spain," She waved me off.
"They had Cybermen in Spain," I smiled softly.
"Scuba diving."
I shook my head, very amused by this ginger.
"Okay you two are missing the big picture!" the Doctor exclaimed, running to a new computer, "Torchwood was destroyed but HC Clements stayed in business. I think...someone else came in and took over the operation."
"But what do they want with me?" Donna put a hand over her chest, "I haven't done anything.
He turned around and faced her, "Somehow you've been dosed with Huon energy. And that's a big problem because Huon energy hasn't existed since the Dark times. The only place you'd fine those particles now is a remnant in the heart of the TARDIS. See?" he grabbed a mug and a pencil, "Say, this is the TARDIS," he held the mug, "And this is you," he gestured to the pen, "The particles inside you activated. The two sets of particles magnetized and WHAP!" he threw pencil inside the mug, "You were pulled inside the TARDIS."
"I'm a pencil inside a mug?" Donna questioned, clearly not liking the idea.
"Yes, you are. 4H. Sums you up. Lance?" the Doctor called, "What was HC Clements working on? Anything top secret? Special operations? Do not enter?"
"I don't know, I'm in charge of personnel. I wasn't project manager," Lance said, quite on the defense.
I rolled my eyes and sat on the desk the Doctor had been at with the computer and began searching for the map of the building.
"Why am I even explaining myself?" Lance exclaimed, "What the hell are we talking about?"
"Shut up," I snapped, causing them to turn to me, "If you'd all quit your yapping you'd see there's something terribly wrong here."
"Like what? Besides everything else..." Donna said sadly.
"Doctor you've seen it, and I know Torchwood like the back of my hand," I pointed to the map on the screen, "We're on the third floor and Torchwood always lied about its floor plans."
He nodded and walked for the elevator, "There's a basement underneath the reception area, yes?"
"Yes," I stood up from my seat and followed him, "But..."
"But if you look on the lift, there's a button marked 'lower basement'," he finished my thought as he took a look on the buttons of the elevator.
"Whole floor that doesn't exist on the official plans. Typical Torchwood," I rolled my eyes, having seen enough building plans from Yvonne's computer.
"You're telling me this building's got a secret floor?" Lance walked towards us with Donna.
"No, we're showing you."
"It needs a key," Donna said.
"No we don't," the Doctor sonicked the elevator, "Right then, thanks you two, but we can handle it from here. See you later."
"No chance, Martian," Donna stepped inside, "You're the man who keeps saving my life and I ain't letting you out of my sight."
"Going down!" I exclaimed.
"Lance?" Donna used an authoritative tone.
"Maybe I should go to the police..." he backed away.
"Inside. Now," she pointed. He quickly joined us and stood beside her.
"To honor and obey?" the Doctor asked him.
"Tell me about it, mate."
"Oi!" Donna exclaimed. I bit down my chuckle, earning a mock-glare for a second, "Like to get married?"
"No thank you. I can make them obey me without the wedding dress," I replied proudly, crossing my arms.
The elevator opened up to a dark corridor that was slightly illuminated by a green light.
"What goes down here?" Donna looked around.
"Let's find out," the Doctor stepped out.
"Do you think Mr. Clements knows about this place?"
"The mysterious HC Clements? I think he's part of it," he looked around, "Oh, look, transport!"
"Oh, no thank you," I said when I saw what had caught his eye.
"Electric scooters?" Donna trailed after the Doctor, "In my wedding dress?"
"Forget that, I have heels," I pointed.
"Women," the Doctor muttered to Lance.
Donna and I glanced at each other, ready to smack both of them.
"If you two are so worried over your attire, we'll gladly come back for you," the Doctor said, hopping onto one of the scooters.
"You'd like that wouldn't you," I walked over to him, placing a hand over my hip, "But you're forgetting I'm the one with the Torchwood knowledge so you need me."
"Then I suggest you hop on so we can get going," he smiled sweetly.
I sighed annoyed, and went around to step on, "If you drop me you are more than dead, do you hear me? Regeneration will not be enough to fix you!"
"Loud and clear!" he exclaimed excitedly as he made us go.
We strode down the corridors, somehow and for whatever reason, we burst into laughter. All except Lance of course who didn't seem to be so amused.
"Look!" I pointed to a 'Torchwood: Authorized personnel only' sign. I tugged on the Doctor's sleeve, "Stop here!" He stopped and I jumped off, hurriedly going for the door, "Wonder what's up here."
"I say let's go in," the Doctor said, already moving to open the door up.
"Ah, ah," I waved my index finger, "Don't you see?" I gestured to the sign, "Torchwood Personnel only. And you sir, are not Torchwood Personnel."
"Hm," he mock glared then turned the wheel on the door, opening it. There was a ladder on the other side of the door. He looked back, a slight smirk on his face, "I don't suppose you'd like to climb a ladder with a skirt would you?" I glared, crossing my arms. He leaned closer, "Hmm?"
"Don't push me today, alien," I warned, setting him back a little, "Go ahead."
He started up for the ladder and called back, "Don't go anywhere!"
"Couldn't if I tried, you're my ride!" I yelled as he went up, earning a laugh.
"What's he doing?" Donna walked over to me.
"Gonna see what's up," I pointed up, "Literally."
"He's coming back, right?"
"He better."
She smiled, "Good."
He returned a couple of minutes later, "Thames floor barrier! Right on top of us!" he jumped from the ladder to the ground, "Your little institute snuck in and built this place underneath!" He pointed to me.
"Yvonne didn't tell me about that..." I frowned.
"So there's a secret base hidden underneath a major London landmark?" Donna asked.
"I know! Unheard of," the Doctor started walking, us following, and soon led us into a lab, "Oh look at this! Stunning! Particle extrusion!"
"And what does it do?" Donna questioned.
"Particle extrusion. Hold on..." the Doctor rushed to a bubbling tube, "Brilliant. They've been manufacturing Huon particles. In case my people got rid of Huons, they unraveled the atomic structure."
"You're people...?" I asked. He never told me about them and I'd love to know about them.
"They're rebuilding them! They've been using the river!" the Doctor continued his ramble, "Extruding them through a flat hydrogen base so they've got the end result: Huon particles in liquid form."
"And that's what's inside me?" Donna questioned as he raised up a small test tube.
He turned a knob on top of the tube and made the liquid turn gold...as well as Donna. I clasped my hand over my mouth, keeping my gasp muffled.
"Oh my god!" Donna cried, looking down at herself.
"Because the particles are inert, they need something living to catalyze inside and that's you," the Doctor pointed, "Saturate the body and then...HA!" he suddenly shouted, making Donna jump, "What's the happiest day of a human being?"
"Oh! The wedding!" I pointed, excitedly, beginning to understand.
"Exactly!" he nodded, "And you, Donna Noble, are getting married! That's it! Best day of your life, walking down the aisle, oh you're a body's a battleground! There's a chemical war inside! Adrenaline, acetylcholine, WHAM go the endorphins, oh you're cooking!" Again, he made Donna jump, "Yeah, you're like a walking oven! A pressure cooker, a microwave, all churning away, the particles reach boiling point, SHAZAM!"
And she slapped him...again.
This time, I let out a laugh, and a loud one.
"What did I do this time!?" the Doctor cried, stumbling back and rubbing his face again.
"Are you enjoying this?" Donna snapped.
He looked down, ashamed, "Sorry."
"Just tell me," She walked up to him, "These particles...are they dangerous? Am I safe?"
"...Yes."
"Doctor, if your lot got rid of Huon particles...why did they do that?"
"Because they were deadly..."
Donna gasped lightly, "Oh my god!
"I'll sort it out, Donna. Whatever's been done to you, I'll reverse it. I'm not about to lose someone else," he put his hands on her shoulders.
Suddenly, we heard crashing and bangs from all around the room. We looked around and saw a wall sliding up.
"Oh, she is long since lost," a raspy voice filled the room.
The moving wall revealed to us a round, deep hole in the floor and, slowly, we approached it. I couldn't help but notice Lance had slipped out of the room. Of course, I didn't believe it to be that important. Poor guy was probably just scared.
"I have waited so long, hibernating at the edge of the universe..." the voice continued, "Until the secret heart was uncovered and called out to waken!"
"This is very Torchwood," I remarked, looking down into the dark hole.
"How far down does it go?" the Doctor questioned.
"Down and down, all the way to the center of the Earth!"
"What for?" I raised an eye brow.
"Dinosaurs?" Donna tried.
"What are you on about, dinosaurs?" the Doctor turned to her.
"That film, Under the Earth, with dinosaurs. Trying to help!"
"That's not helping," he said serious, shaking his head.
"Such sweet couple," the voice remarked.
"Only a madman talks to thin air and trust me, you don't want to make me mad," the Doctor looked around, "Where are you?"
"High in the sky, floating so high on Christmas Night."
"I didn't come all this way to talk on the intercom! Come on, let's have a look at you!"
"Who are you with such command?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Prepare your best medicines, doctor man, for you will be sick at heart."
Then, out of the no where, appeared a gigantic, red...spider...? It growled at us but didn't come forth.
"The Racnoss...but that's impossible, you're one of the Racnoss!" the Doctor looked that thing over and over in awe.
"Empress of the Racnoss."
"It's just her?" I raised an eye brow, "Where's the rest of her kind? Or is she the only one? You are, aren't you?"
"Such a sharp mind for a human."
"The Racnoss come from the Dark Times, billions of years ago..." the Doctor explained, "They were carnivores, omnivores, they devoured whole planets."
"Racnoss are born starving, is that our fault?" the Empress snarled.
"They eat people?" Donna questioned.
"H C Clements, did he wear those...um...black and white shoes?" the Doctor asked her.
"He did!" Donna nodded, "We used to laugh, we used to call him the fat cat in spats!"
The Doctor pointed to the ceiling where we could see a pair of black and white shoes sticking out from a web. My mouth hung open.
"Oh my god!" Donna cried.
"Mm, my Christmas dinner," the Empress laughed.
"But you shouldn't exist," the Doctor yelled, "Way back in history, the Fledgling Empires went to war against the Racnoss, they were wiped out."
"Except for me," she said, proudly.
"But that's what I've got inside me, that Huron energy thing!" Donna exclaimed, "Oi! Look at me, lady, I'm talking. Where do I fit in? Oi! Look at me, you! Look me in the eye and tell me!" Lance was slowly creeping up behind the empress with a large axe in his hand.
"The bride is so feisty!" the Empress looked Donna over.
"Yes, I am. And I don't know what you are you big...thing! But a spider's just a spider and an axe is an axe! Now, do it!" Donna yelled to Lance.
And he swung the axe but suddenly stopped a few inches away from the empress. Both of them began to laugh while staring at Donna.
"That was a good one. Your face," Lance said to the empress, imitating her.
"Lance is funny," the empress turned to us again.
"What?" Donna looked from one to the other.
"I'm sorry..." the Doctor said, quietly.
"Oh that..." I began frowning, wanting to kill both of them for their cruel plan.
"Sorry for what?" Donna asked, still not getting it, "Lance, don't be so stupid. Get her!"
Lance looked at Donna, giving a sarcastic pout, "God, she's thick. Months I had to put up with her. Months. A woman who can't even point to Germany on a map."
"I don't understand..." Donna said, feeling slightly offended.
"How did you meed him?" the Doctor asked her.
"In the office..."
"He made you coffee..."
"What?" Donna looked to Lance.
"Every day, I made you coffee," Lance spat, "Duh?"
"You had to be dosed with liquid particles over six months."
"He was poisoning me?"
"It was all there in the job title: the Head of Human Resources," the Doctor gritted his teeth.
"This time, it's personnel," Lance said before going into a fit of laughter with the empress.
I glared, "You bastard."
"Oi, careful with that tongue little girl," he stopped for a moment.
"But...we were getting married," Donna said, trying to wrap her mind around the idea.
Lance smirked, "Well I couldn't risk you running off. I had to say yes! And then I was stuck with a woman who thinks the height of excitement is a new flavor Pringle. Oh I had to sit there and listen to all that yap, yap, yap-'Oh, Brad and Angelina-is Posh pregnant?' X Factor, Atkins Diet, Feng Shui, split ends, text me, text me, text me, dear God, the never ending fountain of fat, stupid trivia!" Donna only stared, her eyes close to tears, "I deserve a medal."
"So what are you then?" the Doctor yelled, "The Empress' consort?"
"It's better than a night with her," he made a face as he glanced at Donna again.
"But I love you..." Donna feebly.
"That's what made it easy," Lance cackled, "It's like you said, Doctor-the big picture-what's the point of it all if the Human Race is nothing? That's what the Empress can give me. The chance to go out there and to see it. The size of all. I think you understand that, don't you, Doctor?"
"You're not getting any of that," I spoke up, earning his attention.
"Oh, and why is that?"
"...because you're gonna end up dead tonight anyways," I said flatly, even shrugging for casualness, "Either that spider over there is gonna betray you, or you just gonna do something stupid and die. Either way, you've seen the last of your days."
"Who is this girl?" the Empress questioned, looking me over before glancing at the Doctor, "And the little physician?"
"What she said, Martian. That one is human," Lance replied, pointing to each of us.
"The big point here is, what's down there?" the Doctor moved along the hole again, "The Racnoss are extinct. What's gonna help you four thousand miles down?"
"I think he wants us to talk," Lance glanced at the Empress, "That's tough! All we need is Donna!"
"Well tough for you because you're not having her!" I yelled.
"Oh my god you're so annoying!" Lance snapped, "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to speak until your spoken to?"
"Sorry, it doesn't apply to spiders and trash."
"Kill her as well," the Empress ordered.
I rolled my eyes, "Because this is the first time people want to kill me?"
"At arms!"
"Ah, now, except..." the Doctor remained calm, letting me know there was a plan coming up, "I'd like to point out the obvious..."
Donna and I gathered around him as the guards came closer.
"They won't hit the bride. They're such very good shots." the Empress assured.
"If you think about it," the Doctor continued, "The particles activated in Donna and drew her inside my spaceship. So reverse it...the spaceship comes to her!" He turned the knob on the test tube from earlier, making Donna glow again.
"Fire!" the Empress yelled.
But the TARDIS was already around us.
"Off we go!" the Doctor exclaimed, dashing for the console, "Donna, remember what I said before about time machines? Well, I lied. And now we're gonna use it," he sent us shaking again.
He hadn't noticed Donna was crying. She stood with her back to us and silently wept. When the TARDIS stopped the shakes, I walked over to her.
"I don't know how much help a 17 year old girl can be for a heart broken bride but...maybe when she has a Martian for a friend I could be somewhat..." I brought her to the doors. I didn't even know what was on the other side of the doors but right now, I didn't care.
"No human's ever seen this," the Doctor joined us, "You two will be the first."
"All I want to see is my bed," Donna muttered.
"Welcome to the creation of the Earth," he opened the door for us. We both gasped at the beautiful, colorful sight, "We've gone back 4.6 billion years. There's no solar system, not yet. Only dust and rocks and gas. That's the Sun over there, brand new. Just beginning to burn."
"Where's the Earth?" Donna looked around.
"All around us...in the dust."
"Puts the wedding in perspective. Lance was right. We're just...tiny."
"Well, we progress," I shrugged.
"It's what you do," the Doctor nodded, "The Human race...making sense out of chaos. Marking it out with weddings and Christmas and calendars, This whole process is beautiful, but only if it's being observed."
"So, we came out of all this?" Donna asked.
"Isn't that brilliant?"
"Very..." I whispered, looking around. I hadn't seen anything like this since the very first trip Rose and I took with him. It made me miss the traveling a lot more than I really thought I did.
"Eventually, gravity takes hold. Say one big rock that's heavier than the others starts to pull other rocks towards it. The dust and gas and elements get pulled in, everything piling in until you get the..."
"Earth," Donna and I answered together.
"But the question is...what was that first rock?" the Doctor peered out.
"Look," I pointed to a star-shaped rock floating about, "What is that?"
"The Racnoss..." he rushed back inside, "Hold on, the Racnoss are hiding from the war! What's it doing?"
"Just...exactly what you said," I replied, "Everything's being pulled in by the rock."
"Means they didn't just bury something at the center of the Earth. They became the center of the Earth. The first rock."
"Oh great, our planet has a nest of spiders," I muttered, closing the doors.
Suddenly, the TARDIS shook and sent us all to the ground.
"What was that?" Donna asked.
"Trouble," the Doctor used the console and pushed himself back up.
The TARDIS continued to shake violently, making it hard for us to keep on our feet.
"What the hell is it doing?" I yelled.
"The trick I pulled...particles pulling particles...it works in reverse and now they're pulling us back!"
"Well can you stop it!?" cried Donna, "Hasn't it got a handbrake? Reverse or warp or beam or something?"
"Backseat driver, oh wait a minute!" he reached underneath the console, "The extrapolator!" he pulled it back up, "Can't stop us but it should give us a good bump!" he began whacking it repeatedly, "Now!" When the TARDIS stopped, he looked up and ran to the doors, "We're about 200 yards to the right now come on!"
"But what do we do?" Donna panted for air as we ran.
We stopped in front of the door with the ladder again, "I don't know! I make it up as I go along! But trust me, I've got a history!" the Doctor pulled up his stethoscope to the door.
"I still don't understand, I'm full of particles but what for?" Donna asked.
"There's a Racnoss web at the center of the Earth but my people unravelled their power source. The Huon particles ceased to exist but the Racnoss are stuck." He explained.
A hand flung over my mouth and pulled me back. Donna was in the same predicament and as the Doctor continued his ramble, we were brought back to the Racnoss as hostages. Wow was that man oblivious.
"Up to the webs you go!" the Empress laughed as we were brought in.
"Oi! Let go of me!" Donna yelled as she brought up.
"And as for you," the Empress looked at me, "I think you'll make a fine snack for my children."
"Oi, listen spider, I refuse to surrender," I rolled my eyes.
"Hm, interesting, you remind me of someone..." she tilted her head.
"Hate to be them if they knew you."
"She had the same word, 'refuse' in her vocabulary. Probably what got her killed in the end," she started laughing again.
"Yeah well I'm not dying, sorry to tell you," I snapped.
"Activate the particles! Purge every last one!" she ordered. I looked up and saw Donna had been placed in the web beside Lance. "And release!" the particles rushed down into the hole, "The secret heart unlocks and they will waken from their sleep of Ages."
"What's down there?" Donna asked.
"How thick are you?" snapped Lance.
"My children, the long lost Racnoss," the Empress replied, "Now will be born to feast on flesh!" Sure enough, the little pitter-patter of spiders were heard from down the hole, as if coming up, "The web star shall come to me!"
"Let me go!" I struggled with the stupid robot clasping my hands together.
"My babies will be hungry! They need sustenance. Perish the web!" the Empress ordered.
"Use them! Not me!" Lance was quick to yell.
"Funny little Lance," the Empress turned to them, "But you are quite impolite to your lady friend. The Empress does not approve."
The web sustaining Lance loosened up and let him fall straight into the hole, "Lance!" Donna cried.
"Told you," I muttered, pausing my struggles for a moment.
"My children are climbing towards me and none shall stop them!" the Empress hissed and turned to a robot standing on a staircase, "So you might as well unmask my clever little Doctor man."
The Doctor removed his cloak and mask and smiled, standing in a staircase rail, "Oh well, nice try. I've got you, Donna!" He used his sonic and made the web loosen just a big.
"I'm gonna fall!" Donna yelled, frantically.
"You're gonna swing! I've got yah!"he held out his arms for her.
She used the web and swung towards him, but unfortunately smashed right into the wall underneath Doctor.
"Oh...sorry," he said with wide eyes.
"Thanks for nothing!" Donna yelled from the floor.
"The doctor man amuses me," the Empress smirked, then turning to me, "The human girl, not so much. Throw her in!"
"What?" my eyes widened as the robots started dragging me towards the hole, "No, wait! Stop!"
"Empress of the Racnoss, I give you one last chance!" the Doctor yelled, "I can find you a planet. A place in the universe to coexist. Take that offer and end this now!"
"Doctor!" I cried as I grew closer to the hole, "Help! Please help me, Doctor!"
"Don't worry, I'm coming Rose!"
My eyes widened, and for a moment, I was struck. He had done it again. Again. And it wasn't the right time or the right place, but it had gotten to me. It really had. I could feel the prickly feeling of tears whelming in my eyes as I neared the hole.
"Minerva I'm so sorry!" he quickly retaliated, "Please! I-I'm sorry!"
"Don't!" I screamed, gritting my teeth, "Just...don't."
"I decline the offer, doctor man," the Empress laughed.
"What happens next is your own doing," he declared, "Relax."
Suddenly, the robot behind me stopped and when I looked around, I saw every single one had done the same. Quickly, I ran away from the hole, keeping a careful eye on the robots.
"What did you do?" Donna asked.
"Guess what I've got? Pockets," he took out a remote control from his inside pocket, waving at Donna.
"How'd that fit in there?" She gasped, intrigued.
"Bigger on the inside."
"My children may feast on Martian flesh," the Empress hissed.
"Oh but I'm not from Mars," he shook his head.
"Then where?"
"My home planet is far away and long since gone. But its name lives on. Gallifrey."
That sent the empress off, "They murdered the Racnoss!"
"I warned you. You did this," the Doctor had a different look now, so cold and rigid. No matter how angry and upset I was with him, I could tell he was worse.
A few baubles were thrown in the air and quickly rushed for the walls and even around the Empress. They began smashing and letting all the water from outside rush in at large. One of them exploded near the Empress' feet and caused a fire. I quickly rushed for the stairs in which Donna was before I was gobbled up by the water.
"My children!" cried the Empress. I looked back and saw the hole being filled with water, "No! My children!"
I joined Donna and as we looked around as the Doctor continued. Donna looked up, almost frightened, "Doctor! You can stop now!"
I looked up and saw he was watching the Racnoss writhe in pain but he showed no emotion. He stood cold and completely unaffected. It almost scared me. I had never really seen him like that and I decided that I never wanted to see that expression on him again. With a sigh, and another bite of my tongue, I called up to him. "Doctor! We should go! Please, listen to me...she'd want you to go!" that made him look down, "You didn't survive to die for a spider...we should go."
"Time I got you out!" he shouted after a moment and so we ran up the stairs.
"But what about the Empress?" Donna asked as we hurried up the ladder.
"She's used up all her Huon energy, she's defenseless!"
We reached the top and the first thing I noticed...the Thames was completely empty now. No water. At all.
"Hey, there's one problem," Donna said, catching her breath.
"What's that?" the Doctor asked.
"We've drained the Thames!"
The two erupted into laughter. I looked away, not wanting my upset face to ruin their fun.
~0~
We materialized in front of Donna's house and led her out into the dark streets, her home across.
The Doctor was pleased the TARDIS was working up again, "She can survive anything," he said, smiling.
"More than I've done," Donna sighed.
He scanned her up and down with the sonic, "All Huon particles have gone. No damage, you're fine."
"Yeah...apart from that..." Donna looked around, "I missed my wedding, lost my job and became a widow on the same day."
"I couldn't save him."
"He deserved it," she pretended to be fine. I gave her a look, making her rethink, "No, he didn't," she started for her house, "I'd better get inside. They'll be worried."
"You're the best Christmas present they could have," I said, suddenly remembering she hated Christmas, "Oh...you hate Christmas, sorry."
"Yes, I do."
"Even if it snows? the Doctor asked, doing something with the TARDIS and causing a ball of light to emerge from the box of wonders and explode in the sky.
"I can't believe you did that!" Donna laughed.
I held out my hand and caught bits of snow in it, making me smile to myself, "I love snow."
"Basic atmospheric exciation," the Doctor explained.
"Merry Christmas," she smiled.
"And you!" I exclaimed, "What are you gonna do with yourself now?"
"Not getting married for starters...and I'm not gonna temp anymore. I don't know...travel?" she thought, "See a bit more of planet Earth. Just go out there and do something."
"You could always..." the Doctor trailed off.
I looked back, giving him a nod. If Donna came along, maybe he'd finally stop using Rose's name on me. Show him how different we are from her. More importantly, how different I was from her. That was something he needed to learn fast.
"What?" Donna asked.
"Come with me," he finished.
"No."
"Okay," the Doctor quickly said, almost like he was barricading himself from any other rejection.
"I can't..." Donna continued.
I frowned but didn't make an insistence.
"No, that's fine," the Doctor assured.
"Do you live your life like that? Just like today?"
He remained quiet, "...Not all the time."
"I think you do and I just couldn't."
"But you've seen it out there," I said quietly, "We could see more."
"But it's also terrible," she said, growing serious, "That place was flooding and burning and they were dying and you just stood there like...I don't know...a stranger. And you made it snow...I mean, you scare me to death!"
"Well then..." the Doctor said, so low you could barely hear him.
"Tell you what I will do though, Christmas dinner," she clapped her hands, 'Come on," she gestured with her head, "Mum always cooks enough for twenty!"
"Donna..." I said, giving her a soft smile. The idea was tempting but...I knew the Doctor wouldn't do it.
"Oh, what about you?" she turned to me, "You said you were human...got your family around here? We could give them a call."
"They're a bit busy..."
"On Christmas?"
"Work," I shrugged, "No time for anything."
"Then with more reason, you two should come."
"Oh all right then," the Doctor said, "But you better go in first and warn them. And...don't say I'm a Martian," I looked back; he was lying, "I just have to park her properly, she might drift off to the Middle Ages. I'll see you in a minute," he gestured for me to follow.
Yup. We'd never see this ginger again.
As he started the materialization program, we heard Donna shouting from outside. The Doctor stopped and rushed out, "Blimey you can shout."
"Am I ever gonna see you again?" I heard her ask.
"If I'm lucky."
"Just...promise me one thing: Don't travel alone."
That took me by surprise. She said it more like a warning...
"I won't," he assured.
"No, but I'm serious. Minerva, she seems like she has some reigns on you. Better keep her around. She can stop you when you need to be stopped."
I took her words into consideration. The Doctor had remained quiet for a moment but then assured her he would.
"Doctor?"
"Oh what is it now?" he replied, somewhat irritated.
"That friend of yours...what was her name?"
I looked up and waited for the response.
"Her name was Rose," he then closed the door and turned around.
"Glad you know her name," I whispered as I entered the TARDIS.
I watched him enter a few minutes later, going directly for the console to set us in motion. Without hesitation, I walked over and blocked him from it with my hand.
"Minerva?" he frowned, looking up at me.
"I'm not Rose. You know that, right? I'm not her. I'm Minerva. And I'm sorry, but I will never be her."
"I know."
"Then why do you keep calling me that?" I demanded, trying my best to not get angry but...this was just the last straw, "I know you want Rose here and I know you're angry because I'm here and she's not. But that is not my fault!"
"No, I don't think of it that way!" he quickly exclaimed.
"I saw the way you looked at me back at the reception. And I could bet everything I have that you weren't seeing me...you were seeing Rose. She was the one dancing, not me," he stayed quiet, not even angry or upset. It made me think that I was right, and for once, I didn't want to be, "You're upset with the universe because I survived and she didn't. I'm here and she's trapped in another world. And, I'm sorry Doctor. I really am but it's not fair. I don't want to be here if all you're ever gonna see from me is Rose Tyler. I'm all for getting to know each other but it's not going to be happen if you're not seeing me. I swear to you I will walk out those doors right now and you will never see me again because I'd rather return to my old life than be the reminder of a ghost that will not and cannot ever return," I walked past him, doing my best to maintain as neutral as possible...and failing.
"Minerva, wait," he called out, catching up and grabbing my arm to turn me around, "I'm so sorry. I know I keep saying it and it's not enough to make it up to you. But the truth is, yeah, I am upset. But I'm not upset that you made it. I am relieved you made it, that you are here in this world with me and more importantly where your family is. I am so happy for you, believe me," he paused, slowly letting go of my arm, " I'm upset because she didn't. But that does not mean I wish I could replace you with her. I'd like both of you to be here. I'm sorry for calling you Rose. The way you called for help, the way you rambled...I don't know, I imagined her right beside you, adding on to what you said. But that was wrong. By doing that I hurt you, again, and made you believe things that aren't. You are most definitely not her and you will never be her...and I don't wanna change that. You seem like a lovely girl, and I'd like to get to know that girl. Rose was...she is wonderful. But she's not here anymore. You are not a replacement, but you are all I have left of the short glimpse of a happy life I had. And if you walk out those doors, I'm afraid that I'll never get that happy life back again. You're not a replacement, you're my hope. I want to be happy, but I need my friend to be with me. Please, Minerva...Minerva Souza, don't walk out on me."
Seeing him now, the way his face had no more grins nor remnants of curiosity as he usually did, made me feel like I just had to stay. Donna was right, he needed someone. Someone to stop him. He seemed awfully sincere and, maybe, I should give him another chance. It had been a mere day since he had lost his friend and I wasn't making things easier by expecting him to just move on in an hour. I needed to put in my part and help him, help progress our relationship together.
"Say my name," I ordered quietly, "Say my name, Doctor."
"Minerva Souza," he quickly said it, "Minerva Souza, the American, the clever girl, the seventeen year old American girl I'd love to travel with."
"I'm not the British girl who worked in the shop..." I warned, "...and certainly no longer 'Joy'."
"No, you're not. You're much different, and I wanna know what those differences are," he began to smile a little, and it was quite contagious, "And besides, I think 'Minerva' is much more fitting for you. Just as pretty, right? Forgive me?"
"Forgiven," I smiled, "But you better get my name right, Martian!"
He mock glared for a second before hugging me, "Minerva, I got it. Now and forever. I promise."
"Good, because the next time you say mix it up, I won't just leave, I'll ruin the most precious thing you have."
"What?"
I pulled back, a slight smirk on my face, "Your hair."
His eyes widened and his hands immediately flung to his hair, "No!"
"Is my warning clear now, Martian?"
He nodded fast, "Loud and clear."
"Good," I walked past him towards the corridors, "If you don't mind I'm gonna raid the wardrobe for some sleeping clothes."
"Off to bed already?"
I sighed, "Yeah, this human needs some kind of rest after everything. Maybe read a book."
He nodded, "The TARDIS has a room for you. And there's this big library you could check up."
"Really?" I asked, completely curious now, "How big?"
"Really big," he smiled.
I gasped quietly, "You never mentioned that room before."
"I did..." he said sadly, "To Rose."
"Oh..."
"But, your room, that's always been there. The first time you stayed with us, we barely got sleep and then you just..left. And then we took those non-stop travels so I never got the chance to tell you the TARDIS had already prepared a room for you. It always remained in case you want to stay again. For real."
"I want to stay," I smiled, going for the corridors. I suddenly stopped when I remembered my first encounter with Donna, "Doctor," I looked back, "I met Donna before. That day we first met, I met her right before you came."
"Did you?" he was still unconvinced.
"Yes, I met her! She killed the first Auton with this hot knife and then she said, and I quote, 'Might not be as 'awesome' as a screwdriver but it sure as hell gets the job done'. What other screwdriver could she be talking about?"
He sighed and thought about it, "I suppose...maybe in the future, we'll get a nice surprise."
"I'd like that," I admitted, smiling at the thought of seeing Donna again, "Have a good night, Doctor. And...merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," he said, a faint smile on his face.
I grabbed the first pajamas I saw and walked into my room. It was Christmas again and I would be taking a shower and going to sleep. How different it was from last year. With Jackie. With Mickey. With Rose. All set up at the table and pulling crackers for a paper crown. How different it had all been.
This year, I'd be spending Christmas alone.
I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair with the towel. I brushed it and let it fall down to my waist as usual; letting it air dry. I looked around and at my solemn room, letting out a heavy sigh. A knock on the door made me turn back. I went to open it and found the Doctor standing on the other side.
"I, uh...stepped out for a bit," he said. I looked around, not really understanding, "I was going to bake these..." he pulled out a bag of snicker-doodle mix from behind his back, "But then I realized I didn't know how..." he smiled softly, "Can you help me?"
I looked at the bag then up at him, recalling Jackie's attempts to find a shop open on Christmas just for this cookie mix. I supposed maybe...he did listen at times. "With some hot chocolate?" he nodded silently, "Then yes," I smiled, stepping out from my room and closing the door, "I'd love to."
Maybe I wouldn't be spending Christmas alone.
I might just be spending it with a lovely friend this year.
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