Fic: Make Me Forget (Doctor Who, Doctor/Donna, Post-S4 finale)
Title: Make Me Forget
Author: beyondthepen // fanfiction&fanart posted at quadrupled ( join or watch)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Doctor/Donna
Spoilers: For S4 finale
Summary: Post S4 finale; "She has no idea what she’s looking for until she crosses between her house and the one next door, and she sees him, beneath her window."
She sees him around every corner, but she’s never really sure if he’s there or not. There’s always that faint hint of recognition, like a dull pain in the back of her skull, and then he’s out of her vision.
There’s something she doesn’t know. She comes around the corner of her own house, and her mother and grandfather are speaking in hushed tones. She hears, “…if we can just get him to fix her,” and she turns away. She doesn’t want to know what’s wrong with her.
At night she sits in bed with her window open, and she listens. She’s not sure what she’s listening for, but if she listens closely enough, she can hear the hum of a motor, somewhere distant, and a sound like tanning leather. It’s a sound that makes her anxious and sad at the same time. It reminds her of something she misses. It makes her head hurt.
It’s night and she has the window open again. She hasn’t heard the sound in weeks. She’s nearly asleep when something stirs in her subconscious, and she hears the hum of the motor, closer this time. She jolts out of bed, pulls on shoes and a sweater. She leaps over the last squeaky stair and lets herself out into the empty street. The sound stops. She has no idea what she’s looking for until she crosses between her house and the one next door, and she sees him, beneath her window.
“Oi! What are you doing?”
He jumps back like he’s been burned by her voice. “Donna,” he breathes. He looks at her like he’s scared of her.
There’s a pain in the back of her head that burns through to her eyes. She presses the heels of her hands to her temples.
“Who are you?”
“Go back inside, Donna.”
“How do you know my name?” she asks, but she’d known all along he would know.
He doesn’t answer.
“I-I see you, all the time,” she says, pulling her hands away from her face and looking at him. “I know you.”
“I shouldn’t have come. Go back inside.”
“Are you the one who’s supposed to fix me?”
His fear turns to sadness. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Yes, there is.” She struggles for words, moving her hands toward her body. “This, this isn’t me. Please-” She doesn’t know what she’s pleading for. Her hands are shaking.
“Go back inside.” He’s backing away from her, toward a blue box-a police box-sitting in the shadows.
“Please, Doctor,” she says, without knowing why she’s calling him that, calling him anything. Her mind is burning and there’s a humming in her ears and she feels like she’s drowning.
His eyes are sad when he looks at her, like she’s something he’s lost. He takes a step closer, pulls her hands away from where they’re grasping at her head, and she lets him. He presses his cold fingertips against her temples, and for a moment, everything is clear, the past year, or week, or days, she isn’t sure how long, but she’s been with him all this time.
“You came back,” she says.
He doesn’t move his hands. “I can’t stay.”
“Can I come with you?”
“You remember what happened, Donna,” he says, and she does-she’s not just Donna anymore.
She feels a tear fall down her face. “Don’t let me forget.”
“You have to.”
“Please,” she says again, but she knows pleading is useless.
“Donna.” He takes a step closer to her, so she’s no longer at an arm’s distance, but they’re face to face. “I love you,” he says, “I can’t let anything happen to you because of me.”
She searches his eyes and lowers her head. “Make me forget then.”
“I won’t come back. I’m sorry.”
She bites her lip and nods. She can feel the world she’d built in her mind moving back into place. His face is still there, blurring around the edges like a photograph in motion, and she whispers, “I love you, too, you know.”
She wakes up the next morning to her mother yelling in the hallway. “I know you haven’t got a job, but you got no excuse to sleep all day!”
Author: beyondthepen // fanfiction&fanart posted at quadrupled ( join or watch)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Doctor/Donna
Spoilers: For S4 finale
Summary: Post S4 finale; "She has no idea what she’s looking for until she crosses between her house and the one next door, and she sees him, beneath her window."
She sees him around every corner, but she’s never really sure if he’s there or not. There’s always that faint hint of recognition, like a dull pain in the back of her skull, and then he’s out of her vision.
There’s something she doesn’t know. She comes around the corner of her own house, and her mother and grandfather are speaking in hushed tones. She hears, “…if we can just get him to fix her,” and she turns away. She doesn’t want to know what’s wrong with her.
At night she sits in bed with her window open, and she listens. She’s not sure what she’s listening for, but if she listens closely enough, she can hear the hum of a motor, somewhere distant, and a sound like tanning leather. It’s a sound that makes her anxious and sad at the same time. It reminds her of something she misses. It makes her head hurt.
It’s night and she has the window open again. She hasn’t heard the sound in weeks. She’s nearly asleep when something stirs in her subconscious, and she hears the hum of the motor, closer this time. She jolts out of bed, pulls on shoes and a sweater. She leaps over the last squeaky stair and lets herself out into the empty street. The sound stops. She has no idea what she’s looking for until she crosses between her house and the one next door, and she sees him, beneath her window.
“Oi! What are you doing?”
He jumps back like he’s been burned by her voice. “Donna,” he breathes. He looks at her like he’s scared of her.
There’s a pain in the back of her head that burns through to her eyes. She presses the heels of her hands to her temples.
“Who are you?”
“Go back inside, Donna.”
“How do you know my name?” she asks, but she’d known all along he would know.
He doesn’t answer.
“I-I see you, all the time,” she says, pulling her hands away from her face and looking at him. “I know you.”
“I shouldn’t have come. Go back inside.”
“Are you the one who’s supposed to fix me?”
His fear turns to sadness. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Yes, there is.” She struggles for words, moving her hands toward her body. “This, this isn’t me. Please-” She doesn’t know what she’s pleading for. Her hands are shaking.
“Go back inside.” He’s backing away from her, toward a blue box-a police box-sitting in the shadows.
“Please, Doctor,” she says, without knowing why she’s calling him that, calling him anything. Her mind is burning and there’s a humming in her ears and she feels like she’s drowning.
His eyes are sad when he looks at her, like she’s something he’s lost. He takes a step closer, pulls her hands away from where they’re grasping at her head, and she lets him. He presses his cold fingertips against her temples, and for a moment, everything is clear, the past year, or week, or days, she isn’t sure how long, but she’s been with him all this time.
“You came back,” she says.
He doesn’t move his hands. “I can’t stay.”
“Can I come with you?”
“You remember what happened, Donna,” he says, and she does-she’s not just Donna anymore.
She feels a tear fall down her face. “Don’t let me forget.”
“You have to.”
“Please,” she says again, but she knows pleading is useless.
“Donna.” He takes a step closer to her, so she’s no longer at an arm’s distance, but they’re face to face. “I love you,” he says, “I can’t let anything happen to you because of me.”
She searches his eyes and lowers her head. “Make me forget then.”
“I won’t come back. I’m sorry.”
She bites her lip and nods. She can feel the world she’d built in her mind moving back into place. His face is still there, blurring around the edges like a photograph in motion, and she whispers, “I love you, too, you know.”
She wakes up the next morning to her mother yelling in the hallway. “I know you haven’t got a job, but you got no excuse to sleep all day!”