Why Me? 3/?
Title: Why Me?
Author: flash_of_ginger
Pairing/Characters: The Doctor/Donna
Summary: Donna loves the Doctor. The Doctor loves Donna. Simple? Right?
Rating: T/M
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
A/N: Hear ye! Hear Ye! I was told by one of my readers and commenter that it would be wise if I got a beta-reader. So, being new and not knowing how to inquire one, I had to do a little searching and low and behold I found one. She’s wonderful and brilliant; pointing out my mistakes and so forth. So just a little note, this story is being beta’d (is that how you say it? Really I want to know).
Previous chapters
it's always polite to say 'please'
Chapter 2 just for fun
“Would you mind if I went and saw my mum alone?” Donna asked, her hands on his shoulders.
The Doctor tilted his head; “Not that I’m complaining, because really I’m not, but are you sure that everything’s all right?”
She nodded, trying to look innocent and believable, “Yea, I just think it’s long past due that we had a bit of mother/daughter bonding, you know.”
“Okay.” The Doctor kissed her forehead, taking joy in the way she sighed softly at his touch; she had been doing that a lot lately.
Donna touched his face lightly, “Just promise me that if you do managed to go off somewhere…”
“Don’t worry,” he said sighing softly, “I won’t leave you behind.” There was a smile on his face, his teeth sparkling from behind his lips.
She shook her head, suppressing a chuckle. “I was going to say that if you find yourself somewhere in the Dark Ages, don’t come back with the plague or anything like that. Got it?”
Their lips met briefly before they parted, she one way and him the other.
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Donna found the front door to the house unlocked and didn’t find it necessary to knock. She watched from the open entryway as the TARDIS disappeared from sight, unnoticed by the neighbors and passersby.
She closed the door and the aroma of tea and familiarity caressed her senses pleasantly. Everything that reminded her of home even when she was miles from it came flooding back at once.
Looking through the house, she knew someone had to be home; the door being unlocked and all. But, the need to call out was far from her mind. She wanted to surprise them; taking delight when as their faces lit up when they saw her after a long absence.
Her grandfather was sitting alone in the kitchen a mug of tea in his hands and a thoughtful expression on his face.
Donna smiled, she never knew how much she really missed this silly, old man until she was before him.
“Hello, Gramps,” she whispered from her brief hiding spot.
Wilfred Mott looked up, his eyes shining with recognition and love. “Donna!” he cried out as he got up of from his seat.
The way he said her name caused a slight pang of guilt to run through her.
They embraced tightly, the exact amount of time had passed for the both of them. Donna had figured that it would probably be for the best if her mum and grandfather found out about her recent pregnancy after two months had passed and not two days.
Wilf pulled away and held her chin in-between his thumb and index finger. The warmth of his hand made Donna smile.
He looked at her as if he was studying every bit of her face, memorizing it in case he forgot exactly what shade her eyes were. Or if someday she would leave and never come back.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away, his eyes clear as he motioned to his half empty cup. “Would you like some tea?”
Donna nodded. “I’ll get it.”
“No,” he interrupted as he grabbed another mug. “You sit down. Relax.”
Smiling, she did so. “Where’s Mum?”
Her grandfather sighed. “Out, shopping. She should be home soon.”
Donna nodded as she fiddled with the salt shaker that always resided on the table. She was nervous and her hands trembled slightly.
Wilf returned to the table with a cup of warm tea, “Here we go.” He set it down in front of her, noticing her hands. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
Looking up quickly, she knocked over the shaker. Muttering softly, she tilting the container upright and swept the spilt tiny grains into her hand.
Walking over to the bin she cleaned her hands all the while her gramps watching her with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.
She repeated her causal nod. “I’m sure.”
“And the Doctor? He’s good, treating you---”
“Yeah, he’s fine too, and you should know that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”
They chuckled, Donna's tension momentarily forgotten.
It only took ten minutes, and everything was as it had been. It was as if she had never missed the last two months. Her grandfather had a knack for making her hectic life calm and peaceful.
“Gramps, I need to tell you something,” she said as she started on her second cup of tea.
Wilfred grinned a toothy smile. “Of course, Darlin’. What is it?”
Donna took a shuddering breath, before sighing deeply. “This is so hard.”
“What, you’re not carrying a little Time Lord, are you?” he asked jokingly as he sipped his tea, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly her silence spoke volumes.
She grinned meekly, the answer clear on her face.
“About two months along, now.”
“Oh, love. Are you okay?” he asked, grasping her hands with his.
Donna nodded, “I’m fine, really. This is what I wanted to talk to mum about.”
“About what?”
Both Wilf and Donna looked up as Sylvia’s voice entered the kitchen with her following a second later.
She was fumbling with bags, trying to see through them as she walked calmly to the counter without bumping into anything.
Breathing out a slow breath, Sylvia pushed back her hair from her face as she looked at Donna, “Well, look who’s here.”
Donna stood up and smiled gently. “Hello, Mum.”
Their embrace was awkward. There was never any doubt that there was love shared by mother and daughter, but when it came to expressing physical love; they were stretching it quite a bit.
When they released, they noticed that Wilfred had left, his thermos gone and they knew that he had gone up to the hill. No doubt their unnerving welcome had shied the older man away.
“So what brings you here?” The question wasn’t harshly spoken, but again the guilt pulsed through Donna.
“That alien of yours leave you, is that it?”
Sylvia was storing away her packages and didn’t see Donna roll her eyes absurdly.
“No, he didn’t leave me. I wanted to visit, you know, to say ‘hi’. You know, if I’m still welcome that is," she spoke quietly.
“You are always welcome, Donna; you should know that. I just meant that it's been two months of hearing nothing from you, and suddenly here you are.”
The back of her mother still faced her, as if trying to hide her disappointment from her daughter.
“I’ve called,” Donna defended.
Sylvia laughed sarcastically as she turned to face her daughter, her head tilted and a hand on her hip.
Donna was silent for a moment, her eyes turned up, “No wait…Well, I meant to call.” She tried to explain.
Sylvia continued to stand there, hand still on her hip. “Never mind that, when are you going to tell me about you being pregnant?”