One day Donna was determined to phone Dean for something that didn't involve monsters. Maybe a chat or a drink. Anything that didn't involve the killing of and/or almost being killed by monsters. That day was not today ( Read more... )

It had been awhile since Donna had been in touch with Dean. She was still no closer to tracking down the Doctor and getting back to her own page on the calendar. She was beginning to think that maybe she would be stuck here forever. It wasn't so bad, but she missed her grandad, and she missed the Doctor ( Read more... )

It had been two months since Donna had said goodbye to Dean outside of the motel in the back of beyond after they had laid a vengeful spirit to rest. Two months, and she was still no closer to finding the Doctor. It was almost as though he'd disappeared from reality. A thought that scared her to the core ( Read more... )

Donna wasn't sure what had pulled her apart from the Doctor - she had no idea if he was unharmed or even if he was still alive. He had promised, in those last few seconds before they were separated that he would find her, and all she could do was trust in him. He'd never let her down yet ( Read more... )