Fic: Blue Box (Doctor/Donna)
Title: Blue Box
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #001 “I can’t remember”
Word Count: 341
Rating: G
Summary: Donna joined her mother in the living room, with a huff. “I can’t remember.”
Notes: Written for 20_fics. 5/7/12.
Donna joined her mother in the living room, with a huff. “I can’t remember.”
“Can’t remember what, Donna?” her mother asked.
“I... don’t know. I know there’s something, something to do with a man and his box.”
A startled look. Concern. “Oh?”
“But I can’t picture it! I can’t remember what it is, or what it means!”
She toyed with the edge of her shirt. “Some things are better left that way, Donna.”
“But this is important. I know it! It’s something... something big.”
“It’s probably nothing. Maybe something you read about?”
Donna shook her head. “Don’t you ever have the feeling you were meant for something bigger? That something or someone out there, in the universe, is calling to you and you belong there?”
“No. Donna, that’s crazy. If people hear you talking like this, you’ll, you’ll...”
“I’ll what, mum? Be always known from them on as the crazy ol’ ginger with no sense of reality? I’ll be given strange looks? Well. I already am. Happy?”
“No. No, that’s not what I-”
“What did you mean then?”
Her mother sighed. There was little she could say to soothe her daughter’s mind without revealing to her the truth about the Doctor and his blue telephone booth, the TARDIS or whatever insane name it was he called it. “I mean,” she finally said, “I don’t want you wasting away trying to remember something when you can be living now.”
“Oh.” Donna sat on the couch. She buried her head in her hands. “I feel like a part of me is missing, though, mum. I don’t know what and I don’t know how to fix it.”
Her mother joined her, patted her on the back. “Time,” she said. “Time heals all.”
Donna looked up. Something about that struck a familiar feeling within her. She quickly pushed it away. “You’re right,” she said with a sigh. “I just... wish I knew whatever it is I’ve forgotten.”
“If you’re meant to know, you’ll figure it out.”
“And if not?”
“You’ll move on with your life.”
fin.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #001 “I can’t remember”
Word Count: 341
Rating: G
Summary: Donna joined her mother in the living room, with a huff. “I can’t remember.”
Notes: Written for 20_fics. 5/7/12.
Donna joined her mother in the living room, with a huff. “I can’t remember.”
“Can’t remember what, Donna?” her mother asked.
“I... don’t know. I know there’s something, something to do with a man and his box.”
A startled look. Concern. “Oh?”
“But I can’t picture it! I can’t remember what it is, or what it means!”
She toyed with the edge of her shirt. “Some things are better left that way, Donna.”
“But this is important. I know it! It’s something... something big.”
“It’s probably nothing. Maybe something you read about?”
Donna shook her head. “Don’t you ever have the feeling you were meant for something bigger? That something or someone out there, in the universe, is calling to you and you belong there?”
“No. Donna, that’s crazy. If people hear you talking like this, you’ll, you’ll...”
“I’ll what, mum? Be always known from them on as the crazy ol’ ginger with no sense of reality? I’ll be given strange looks? Well. I already am. Happy?”
“No. No, that’s not what I-”
“What did you mean then?”
Her mother sighed. There was little she could say to soothe her daughter’s mind without revealing to her the truth about the Doctor and his blue telephone booth, the TARDIS or whatever insane name it was he called it. “I mean,” she finally said, “I don’t want you wasting away trying to remember something when you can be living now.”
“Oh.” Donna sat on the couch. She buried her head in her hands. “I feel like a part of me is missing, though, mum. I don’t know what and I don’t know how to fix it.”
Her mother joined her, patted her on the back. “Time,” she said. “Time heals all.”
Donna looked up. Something about that struck a familiar feeling within her. She quickly pushed it away. “You’re right,” she said with a sigh. “I just... wish I knew whatever it is I’ve forgotten.”
“If you’re meant to know, you’ll figure it out.”
“And if not?”
“You’ll move on with your life.”
fin.