for gaillfreys_last
Donna had settled back into life aboard the TARDIS with ease. To think, she'd been forced to give all this up. Just weeks ago she was working in some crappy office with a creep of a boss who spent far too much time staring at her chest and planning a wedding to that lovely Shaun Temple and saving up to rent a flat. Of course, all of that was before she got her memories back. Normal life couldn't compete with life with the Doctor. Bills and work and TV, how could it ever compare to running for your life, hand in hand with your best mate who just happened to be a 900+ year old Time Lord from Gallifrey?
She had promised him forever, and she intended to stay for as long as she possibly could. She wasn't sure what he'd done to her head, why she could now remember without burning up, but whatever it was she was thankful for it. She still got the headaches, like jackhammers in her skull, but if it meant she got to spend just one more day with that brilliant and wonderful alien, she'd endure it.
She had promised him forever, and she intended to stay for as long as she possibly could. She wasn't sure what he'd done to her head, why she could now remember without burning up, but whatever it was she was thankful for it. She still got the headaches, like jackhammers in her skull, but if it meant she got to spend just one more day with that brilliant and wonderful alien, she'd endure it.