fracturedrp | Tea Times and Time Lords

As they clumsily move her into the wheel chair, she groans. If the Doctor knows her half as well as he thinks, he will notice that if she were conscious, she'd probably scream in pain. But even in that amount of pain, she cannot rouse herself.

Yes, this is very bad. And sadly, I'm better at causing problems than solving them.

Ianto was getting the room in the medical suite ready for Donna and he gives the three a shocked look on his face. He likes Donna a lot, she was the fiery temp and he was the subdued office boy. "Is? Is she okay?" He asks both Doctor and Master.

He looks up to see Owen trailing behind them, Jack's going to be mad. "Doctor I will help you get her in bed."

The Doctor is rushing Donna down that hall like a mad man. "I've got an idea, I'm going to go looking for Donna's mind when we get her inside."

They finally do reach the medical suite that's much more suited for this than the autopsy bay is. Its got everything a modern hospital room has and The Doctor is worried, very, very, very worried. "Both of you help me get her in the bed."

He's wondering if this is the end result of the death of the hand and the mistletoe. "Donna! We're not going to let you die, you hear me?"

Once they situate her on the bed, she groans again, but whether in pain or as a reply to Ianto's and the Doctor's efforts, they probably can't tell.

If Donna were aware, she'd probably tell everyone to stop fussing over her, that she's just a temp and really, the world is just fine with or without her.

*And if she said it, the Master for one would slap her.*

With Donna settled on the bed, The Doctor places his hands against her temple to try to find her. His eyes are closed as he concentrates on her. 'Donna?' He tries to pull around to find her consciousness anywhere in her. 'It's me The Doctor try to find me please.'

She calls from very far away her voice is faint, "Doctor? Doctor, is that you? Why can't I see you?*" She doesn't realize what's happening. This isn't like when he opened the barriers in her mind to hear the Song of the Ood.

The Doctor begins to follow the voice in his mind. 'I can hear you. I'm following your voice. Just don't go quiet Donna. Think you can sing a song for me? I'm inside of your head Donna, I don't think this is mistletoe either. I think this has to do with the hand.' He seats himself down at the edge of the bed with his head touching Donna's and he's completely lost in her mind.

Her voice sounds confused, "The hand.... The hand... didn't survive what that plant did to it. The plant attacked it first." Her voice might have sounded a bit stronger, but not much. A part of her wanted to run and search for him, but she had been taught well by her Gramps that when she's lost to sit still and don't move.

So that's what she did, trusting the Doctor would find her. "As for singing.... I can't... you know I can't."

He can feel his Meta-Crisis in the room with him and in his head. The two are connected as is everyone else who found themselves with one. 'You were connected to that hand, even if it didn't hatch to become a rather handsome devil it was part of you. The plants attacked you and killed that connection to you. Just stay put Donna. I'm coming for you.'

There's a laugh as he just follows her voice through the maze of her head. 'Oh, I don't mind if you can't. Maybe tell me an interesting office story about one of your old mates. Tell me more about Gramps. I bet he told you lots of brilliant things.'

Donna is quiet for a few moments trying to come up with something. She senses his worry, "I'm still here. But I can't think of anything."

She was trying to be strong, really, but there's only so much strength to go around, "Doctor... I'm scared. If I need that connection... what will happen to me?"

'Sure you can. There's another hand here, it's a homeless hand and it will be for a long time.' The Doctor knows the future of that world this HUB came from is bleak without a Doctor!Donna but he doesn't tell Donna this. 'I don't know Donna, but I'll do everything possible to help you. I want to have Ianto get that hand once I find you. Maybe we can get it to reconnect with you.'

Donna whimpers in fear, slightly at that thought, "I don't know... look at all the trouble the other one has caused. Please... Don't make me take it."

She's starting to panic, as images of the Doctor from her universe start to circle around him, "I need to get back, I have to go... He needs me. This place has plenty of people around, please, just let me go back."

'If we don't have to we won't. I'm going to trust in myself to pull you out Donna.' He does his best to reassure Donna while he continues to move closer to her voice. 'We'll find him. I think these plenty of people would miss you if you'd leave them though.'

She scoffs, "You always say things like that." But he's in her head, and she doesn't know how to block the thoughts. He can see that she actually does want to believe him, but the voice of her mother is echoing telling her how worthless she is.

'I wouldn't say those things if they weren't true. You're fantastic Donna Noble. Completely fantastic and brilliant, you don't see it but the others do,' The Doctor's getting closer and the more she talks the closer he gets to her. 'I'm getting closer to you Donna. Just keep talking to me but find positive things about yourself.'

She does giggle at that, just a bit. Then relents, "Fine. I'm the best temp in Chiswick. People think that I temp because I can't do anything. But the truth is, I make enough from tempin' that I don't really have to do anything else." Well... it was sorta positive.

'You're more than just the best temp in Chiswick. You were there for me when I needed that someone to stop me. You were that person who had me save our friends in Pompeii,' The Doctor's voice is close to her as if he was standing right behind her. He's smiling from ear-to-ear about how she knows that she's the best. 'The universe needs temps. I'd go as far to say you're the best temp in the universe.'

Now she does laugh out loud, "Oh I don't know... You're a bit of a temp yourself and I don't think I could ever compare to you." She's looking around, because she hears how close he is, but still can't see him. "Where are you? You sound like you should be right here."

'Now that's a nice way of putting it, but that's how we're alike. The two of us just going where the wind takes us,' The Doctor goes to place a mental hand on her shoulder. 'That's better. Now I can guide you back Donna. I can promise you there will be no more hands attached to you and no more mistletoe.'

She shouldn't be startled and somehow is. And she shouldn't figure it out this quickly, but she does and turns around to embrace him. She whispers, "Will it hurt? Going back? I don't want to hurt anymore...*

The Doctor returns the embrace it's making him feel better to know that in some way Donna is well. 'Like I said, find some positive thoughts. That's right think 'Happy Thoughts' Donna and it won't hurt. Take my hand, take my hand and don't let go.'

She smirks and takes his hand as she speaks, "Okay, Peter Pan." She's quiet for a few moments and then, "Or would you be Gandalf to my Bilbo." Well, even if he doesn't get the references she's amusing herself.

She gives his hand a squeeze, "You know it's weird. I mean, I know this isn't really real, but yet it is somehow."

He returns the smile and he begins to walk Donna from where she lost herself. "I'd rather it be Gandalf to Bilbo." Its amazing how much time he has on his hands when he's not traveling and getting into a heap of trouble.

"It's very real. The very sub-consciousness of your consciousness. It was beyond what Torchwood could even expect to touch, lucky them I was in town today," The Doctor gloats, and he tightens his grasp on her hand. "I'll admit that it was better in New York or London, Cardiff? Meh, it's just Cardiff."

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