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Used to feed the ducks with Ross

[His voice was soft]

Of course we fed them bread, but they like chips. And I was just thinking that I'm almost there Donna, I'm almost back to being me. No more sitting around and being upset or wanting to cry.

[Her features take on an understanding look as he talks about Rose... but the grin returns when he talks about being back to being himself.]

I think I know just the thing to help that along!

[She stands and offers her hand.]

Come on, Spaceman, up you get!

Oh? And what's that?

[He screwed up the empty wrapper and tossed it into the trash before standing and taking her hand]

Oh, banana grove?

[She laughs.]

Something, OOOOH so much better... I hope...

[They walk up the little crest of a hill to where the TARDIS stands waiting for him. She released his hand and walked a bit faster than him to get there first. She opened the door for him and leaned against the other door, grinning broadly.]

[There's a frown when he sees the TARDIS and she hurries off. The Doctor is about to say something when a feeling tingled inside. Shifting his weight, the Doctor peered inside the TARDIS and glanced around before stepping inside. If Donna thought the Doctor was responsive and kind to Wee, then she'd seen nothing. This hands caressed everything they could find, this hearts pounding in his chest. Slowly he turned to look at her with a frown on his face]

Donna, I'm not being her companion. I'm not traveling with Rose.

[She smiles as she watches him get reacquainted with his TARDIS. But it falls slightly at his words. She challenges him back.]

Do you see Rose here?

[She grins slyly.]

Rose doesn't know....

[His eyes went wide at that]

You stole her from Rose?

[Donna shrugs.]

I had a key and used it... and moved her and brought her to her rightful pilot. I thought I was liberating her...

[She pats a strut lovingly.]

Her rightful...

[He looked at her for the longest of time, his mind trying to disagree with her. Only he couldn't think of anything right now]

Donna...

[She spoke his name quietly, hesitantly, more like a question.]

Doctor...

[She then pressed her lips together... afraid she had again messed everything up.]

[He bounced on his feet just a little before shifting where he stood. Suddenly he grinned and bounced into action.]

Oh, Donna, close the door. We're going for a...

[he paused]

Where's Wee?

[She closed the door getting caught up in his excitement.]

Well... She still seemed unsure about traveling in another TARDIS... and, well... me and my piloting skills... I thought it best to leave her where we parked her.

[He nodded a little, although it was obvious that he didn't like the idea Wee wasn't with them. He didn't want her to feel unwanted.]

Right.

[And off he moved, plotting a course in another time and on another planet. One he knew was far away from everything and everyone they knew]

There's work to do.

[Donna caught his shift in moods.]

We could go get her? Maybe she would feel better knowing you and your TARDIS are okay together?

[She watched him with amazement and amusement as he danced around the console, setting the coordinates.]

Work to do?

[he was too busy to hear the first bit, but the latter he did and he grinned]

Oh, things to fix, locks to change, programmes to re write and lock out.

[And she finally realizes that she's not going to be guilt-tripped or yelled at... and that maybe, just maybe, she got it right this time. She grinned brilliantly and teased him.]

Changing all that? Now, who's stealing her?

[But she made no move to stop him and offered a wink to make sure he knew she was joking.]

Oh Donna, how can I steal something that is both mine and something that is a gift from a friend?

[And she doesn't have an answer to that... except to smile... She finally got something right again. She's standing right next to the console now.]

So... Can I help? Or are you going to be doing some Time Lord, mumble-jumble?

Oh well, a little of both really.

[He grins at her then]

You can make tea.

[That earns him a slap - though it's not as hard as it could be.]

Oi! I'm not your bar maid!

If you were I'd be asking for a beer, not tea.

[He grinned at her, walking past and slapping her arse]

Make tea.

Oi! Hands... and Manners!

[She's stalking him to smack him right this time, since last time didn't quite cut it.]

[He looks at her and laughs before taking off around the other side of the console, staying away from her]

BRING ME TEA WOMAN!

Ohhh...

[She almost growls in frustration. Then a smug grin appears.]

Oh no... Your ship... I'm just a guest.

[She crosses her arms in front of her, but keeps her eye on him, should the opportunity to smack him arise.]

Fine, you can go without too then.

[And off he went, making a bounce towards the door]