Best friendship ever.
REASONS WHY I ADORE DONNA NOBLE #885:
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- Doctor Who 4x01: Partners In Crime
There’s just something so… beautiful and hopeful about Donna and her search for the Doctor. She’s looking for her second chance, of course, and she figures after spending that one day with him a whole year ago that she needs to go looking in the strangest of places. So she does, determinedly and for months and months, just running down leads on any weird, alien-y stuff that she finds on the internet - trusting that she will one day spot that little blue box and that skinny spaceman who made it snow for her one Christmas night.
This little moment - this parallel between Donna and the Doctor - is my favourite part of her attempt to find him again. I love that this shows just how resourceful and smart and effective Donna is. She was never introduced to the Doctor’s psychic paper in their first adventure together… and yet, all on her own, she’s come up with a strikingly similar way to get around strangers and suspicions, to talk her way into getting people to trust her, to get to the heart of the mystery. She doesn’t need spacey-wacey, psychic-wychic stuff to be a badass. She just needs to be herself, Donna Fucking Noble, HBIC Of All The Universes You Care To Name As Well As The Ones You Don’t.
Doctor: I just want a mate.
Donna: You just want to mate?
Doctor: I just want a mate.
Donna: You’re not mating with me, sunshine!
Doctor: A mate. I want a mate!
He doesn’t want to do this. But he has to. The universes are dying - they are dying, again - and somehow, she is involved. Again.
He dials her number.
He takes a deep breath when the line engages. Just three words in Gallifreyan - three words and she’ll remember, three words and the clock will start ticking and he will have minutes, maybe less, to save her again.
But there’s no other way.
He hates this.
“Donna,” he says, I miss you, he thinks; then he rattles off the code that will slowly, painfully, but slowly unlock the part of her mind he sealed off so many months ago.
He can hear her breath catch on the other end of the line and he knows she would be yelling at him right now if all the memories and lost days and pure golden fire weren’t spilling like poison into her brain.
“Donna. Focus. Come back to me. Come back, please. Something’s wrong,” his words trip over his tongue, over themselves, “There’s no time to explain. Is anyone with you?”
“Doc-Doctor,” she starts, and he can hear the tears in her voice, “No. I’m all on my own.”
“Okay,” he tries to sound calm, “Just… wait for me. I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there in a heartbeat, once I get out of here. Two seconds.” Less, he promises himself, less if he can help it when he gets back to the TARDIS. No margin for error. Not this time.
He waits an eternity, one heartbeat then another, and he tries not to cry when he presses her, urgently, “Donna. Trust me. Please.”
“Okay,” she manages, through gritted teeth, and he knows how hard she is fighting to keep the rush of memories and pain from destroying her completely, “I will. But hurry, Doctor. Please. Hurry.” [x]
