i'm alright, too. [[open to Who pups, backdated to Tuesday]]
Donna really tries to be alright most days. She's the loud one, the fun one. The perpetually happy and not feeling sorry for herself one. You have to be like that when you never know how to make your mother happy and your friends back home call you when something's wrong but can't be bothered when it's you. She's done a good job, she thinks.
The first time she'd lost Josh and Ella, they'd disappeared right out of their beds and she'd panicked. They were her babies, she remembers giving birth to them, and then gaps. Gaps and skips in time because they weren't real. They were a computer simulation and she'd accepted that. Moved on. But then they were in the village, lost and looking for her, and she'd embraced it. Realized she would have to tell Declan, that this...would be a bump in the road. She'd bought them clothes and toys, and then that message. That bloody message that her children were a mistake. Again.
She'd dealt with it, tucked herself carefully away. Decided not to tell Declan to spare herself the hurt. Didn't bother to explain anything to Martha like she'd promised, and avoided the Doctor by going to work. She didn't tell Felecia. Just worked and was generally cheerful. But she could only do that for a day. Instead of going to work this morning, she goes to the only place a small handful of people would think to look for her.
The TARDIS. Unlocking the door and slipping inside, she closes it again behind her, makes her way to the steps and sits. She's hardly down before the tears come, and she covers her face, hating the village in private.
The first time she'd lost Josh and Ella, they'd disappeared right out of their beds and she'd panicked. They were her babies, she remembers giving birth to them, and then gaps. Gaps and skips in time because they weren't real. They were a computer simulation and she'd accepted that. Moved on. But then they were in the village, lost and looking for her, and she'd embraced it. Realized she would have to tell Declan, that this...would be a bump in the road. She'd bought them clothes and toys, and then that message. That bloody message that her children were a mistake. Again.
She'd dealt with it, tucked herself carefully away. Decided not to tell Declan to spare herself the hurt. Didn't bother to explain anything to Martha like she'd promised, and avoided the Doctor by going to work. She didn't tell Felecia. Just worked and was generally cheerful. But she could only do that for a day. Instead of going to work this morning, she goes to the only place a small handful of people would think to look for her.
The TARDIS. Unlocking the door and slipping inside, she closes it again behind her, makes her way to the steps and sits. She's hardly down before the tears come, and she covers her face, hating the village in private.