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[Donna doesn't realize you're NOT the Doctor and, well she's in pain, and she's Donna, so yea.]

Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.

Milk? I don't need any milk? Do I?-- Why would I need milk? Further more, did you buy cereal? And a bowl? Oooh, and a spoon?

Wait, why would you slap me? What have I done? [He gives Donna a small pout]

[She stops and looks at him exasperatedly.]

Look, Doctor, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you're the one who should be helping me.

[And she's going for the sarcastic kill.]

Oh, but that's right, you've never been shot by a Cyberman before have you? So you have no idea how awful it really is.

[blinking slowly, he clears his throat and gives her a nervous look.]

Ok, I must admit I'm lost with the Cyberman part but wellllll, not the Doctor. Not exactly. Remember me?

[He wriggles his hand in front of her before waving] Hi, Earthgirl. Oh, right, sorry! Helping you now. I'll carry your shopping, hows that?

[She looks at you like your nuts for a minute.]

Not the....

[She groans.]

Not another... human one? Okay... just so you know: that hasn't happened in my timeline yet... and as Professor Song said: spoilers...

[She offers a small smile.]

Alright, yeah, carrying the groceries would be helpful.

((OOC: an AU Doctor has told her she gets her memory wiped but she doesn't know you "grew out of her"... She's Post-Midnight, Pre-Turn Left.))

Hasn't happen-- oooh, woops. Ok, yes, time line interference.

That happens a lot these days, everything is so... Timey-Wimey!

[Shoving his hands into his pockets, he offered a smile back]

And I'm not human, thats disgusting, I'm part human, part time lord.

((ooc: Right! He has no idea she had to have her mind wiped.]

[She shrugs... not even in the mood to argue over the "humans=disgusting" bit.]

It's alright... I just... I'm not in the best of moods... Getting shot by a Cyberman tends to do that to me.

[She has another small smile and reaches out her hand to take his.]

But, help would be appreciated.

Well, here I am, willing to lend a hand.

[He had too much of an attachment to hand puns these days, he really needed to limit himself on them. Calling himself the Doctors 'Right hand man' was probably not the best title.]

So what do you need to get? Milk? Well, if you get milk then you have to get cereal and sugar.

[She sighs lightly. But does smile at his enthusiasm.]

Alright... I'm gonna push the cart. Will you put the items in and carry the bags?

Course, whatever you need.

[After all, he did sort of owe the women his life, why not assist her with her shopping while he was here? Who knows how long he'd be around.]

Right them, list of what you need and I'll go fetch!

[She smiles, a proper one this time.]

I just needed Milk, you were the one going on about sugar and cereal.

Well, yes, find but wait right here and I'll go get the milk and whatever else! Hang on!

[John checks three times that Donna's still there before shooting off to the store to grab what was needed.]

[She smiles softly, shaking her head.]

Some things never change... Right then, off with you.

[She finds a nearby bench and sits down and waves him off.]

[Returns with a big held tight, with three bottles of milk, a box of cereal, some bananas, a packet of sugar, spoons and plastic bowls. It was amazing he'd fit it all in. Thank God he'd gotten some money with his sonic or he'd be mighty stuck.]

There, go the milk!

[She laughs as he approaches and then winces in pain and stops almost suddenly.]

Yes, yes you did!

[She slowly stands up.]

Well, I suppose the least I could do is let you come with me to the TARDIS.]

TARDIS? Errrr, not sure I'm meant to go near TARDIS's, run ins with the Doctor aren't smart.

[He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck before smiling weakly]

Technically, I'm not meant to be here. Right now. In this world. He wouldn't be impressed.

[She rolls her eyes at that.]

Poppycock! You wouldn't want me to carry that stuff by myself, would you? I mean, wounded as I am... and what if I didn't make it back safely? Wouldn't you feel awful about it?

[Why yes, she is taking him on a guilt trip.]