(Donna's POV)

I wake up one morning with a splitting headache. "Ugh, happy bloody Monday." I say groggily,thinking that the dreaded day of the week must be my problem. I trudge to the kitchen to get some cereal. As I pull out the bowl a searing pain shoots through my already hurting head. "I can't freaking do this!" I exclaim, picking up the phone. I call in sick for my most recent temporary job. As I eat my bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, I feel bored, not like "Monday" bored, but like hopelessly bored. Almost as if somebody had taken a piece of my life from me. Now that I think of it, the last two or three months were kind of a haze for me. I can't really remember anything I did in that period of time. I just disregard it as it being the grogginess of waking up's fault and continue eating my cereal. After I finish I sit to watch TV. As I turn on the TV I remember one of my friends telling me something about last Christmas and some deadly Christmas Star. It's funny, but I remember it like I was there,well of course I was there, but I feel like I was involved or something. I can only stand to stare at the screen for about twenty minutes before I get bored again. I'm not a depressed person or anything, but it seems that way today. Another searing flash of pain scorches through what feels like my bloody brain. "I'm gonna go lay down." I say to myself. As I walk up the stairs something comes to mind, almost like when you remember a dream you had the night before. I start to remember the last couple months of my life and I almost can't believe what I remember. It's just too real to be fake though! After about an hour I remember everything. Becoming the DoctorDonna, having my memory erased, everything, and it scares me, because I know what happens when I remember. I know I can do nothing and decide to spend as long as I have making the most of my recently regained memory. Mulling over every moment, studying it as if there were a test, relishing in the happy moments and the sad for the pure fact of knowing about them. I do this for about ten minutes, but I realize that the room hasn't gotten any hotter, and I really don't feel sick anymore. I'm jerked out of my wonder by a familiar noise from outside the door. I run, hoping my uninvited guest will be happy at my new immunity to whatever happened. I stand at the door, waiting for the newly appeared blue box to open and my long lost friend to step out. The doors open and out comes The Doctor, looking the same as when we last saw each other. "Donn-----I mean, Person I've never met!" He shouts, probably wondering why I'm smirking. "I remember you, you crazy Martian." I say jokingly. "You......you WHAT?!" He yells worriedly. "I remember you, everything, the last couple months of my life are back and I love it!" I laugh. He slowly walks up to me and gently places a hand on my forehead and the other on the back of my head. "Checking for a fever." I think. He moves his hands away slowly. "You......you don't feel hot.......not at all.....normal body temperature." He says, obviously stunned. "Yeah! I don't know what happened! I guess I'm kinda immune now!" I say happily. "Hmm seems that way." The Doctor says skeptically. "Well....anywaaaaaaay......." I say, waiting for him to say it. "Where to Ms. Noble?" He asks with a laugh. "I DONT FREAKING CARE!" I shout, running and hugging The Doctor. "Me either." He says, hugging back. We both let go and run into the TARDIS. I look around at the wonderfully familiar console room. "W--w--w--wow?" I think. "Wait, did I just stutter in my thoughts?" I ask myself. I remember what happened last time and my palms start sweating. Apparently, my palms weren't the only thing sweating because The Doctor hands me a handkerchief and says" I knew it." (No you pervs, I meant her forehead) "It's already happening again and we didn't even go anywhere." I say, tears rolling down my burning cheeks. "Obviously, I'm not erasing your memory again because this seems to be etched into your memory, to come back at one time or another." The Doctor says. "Then.....Im basically screwedscrewedscrewedscrewedscrewescrewedscrewedscrewedscrewedscrewedscrewed" I stutter, sounding like a broken record. "*cough* Oh no! *cough* not *cough* again!" I yell. "Wait! I have an idea!" The Doctor shouts. He quickly lunges towards me and puts his hands on each side of my head. Without warning, my memories start to flash through my head. It's different though, it's not as if I'm losing them, it's more like I'm just watching them like a movie. I feel the room get hotter and hotter until I feel like I'm standing in a shower pouring scalding water. My body temperature continues to rise until it just stops. I feel myself start to get cooler, and cooler, and cooler. The Doctor steps back and smiles at me. "It worked." He says. I open my eyes and ask, "How?" "I honestly sped up the process of your body temperature rising, your body had no idea what to do, so it flushed the bad stuff out." He says smiling. "So...Im fine?" I ask hopefully. "Yes, you're fine." He says. "So......about that trip." I ask mischievously. "Anywhere you wanna go." He says, turning to the console, ready to punch in coordinates.

An: That was REALLY long! Anyway, I really wanted to write that. I had given the idea to Come_Along_Pond_ and I decided to write one myself. Anyway, you really should read her book of DW one shots and JOIN THE SUPERWHOLOCK RP! SOME PEOPLE NEVER GET ON! But, of you read this, thanks for reading, and by extent, caring. BYE! :D