Here's one with Eleven, a few years after Journey's End took place as it did on the show. *angry grumble*

I Miss You More Than Ever

He spotted her as she emerged from the office, kindly holding the door open for the person behind her. He could not hear her voice from this distance, but he could tell as she smiled and waved that she was bidding a common farewell to the person she'd held the door for. He knew on this day she would have to wait for her ride rather than jump into the little blue vehicle and head into the traffic of the evening commute. She quickly approached the curb, peering down the street for her cab. She phoned for one every Thursday night after her shift. On Thursdays, her mum needed the car. There simply wasn't enough funds left after the divorce from Shaun to afford a second set of wheels. It felt like the lottery never happened at all.

She frowned at the darkening clouds above her, cursing herself for not remembering her umbrella, or even a hat for that matter. A rumble of thunder rolled amidst the clouds, and it wasn't long before the first cold drop plopped atop the skin of her hand. The tension in her shoulders increased noticeably and she blamed it on the weather combined with the hours she spent sitting at her desk, typing letters and emails without pause. She tilted her head left and then right in an attempt to stretch the muscles, but it didn't bring much relief. The rain hastened its rhythm.

"Oh, shoot." She muttered, tucking her slim work bag and purse inside her coat in an effort to shield them from becoming completely saturated.

From across the street, the Doctor gazed appreciatively at the sky. His floppy hair might not have approved of the weather, but the downpour that would occur would give him a moment he'd been longing for. This was the perfect time to make his move.

A violent crack of thunder made Donna jump slightly, and she blushed despite herself. The chilly breeze felt pleasant against her heated cheeks. She failed to notice the strange man standing next to her until he spoke.

"Sure am glad I brought this gem with me today." He said on a light chuckle, indicating the umbrella over his shoulder.

Donna only spared him half a glance, smiling reservedly and letting out a shy "yeah, good thing."

The rain began to fall harder and undeniably louder.

The Doctor smiled lopsidedly at her and pointed one end of the umbrella into her field to gain her attention, "I don't mind sharing."

She looked at him then, turning her eyes to him. He could tell she was weighing her options in her mind, but then the sky opened up completely and it was like a giant plane-sized bucket had been tilted upside down somewhere above them. She shuffled closer to him as he popped open the umbrella, and they huddled a bit closer together to stay warm and dry.

He took a quiet, deep inhalation of her smell. It hadn't changed. She looked slightly older, slightly more tired than usual, but every bit as much Donna Noble as he remembered. Her presence was like a balm to his soul, and he soaked it in like rays of sunlight.

"Thank you." she said, smiling a bit friendlier at him. She noticed his cologne, mild but very appealing to the senses. She jutted her hand out to him, a little awkwardly considering how close they were standing. "My name's Donna."

"You can call me Matt." The Doctor smiled and eagerly met her hand with his own, giving it a couple of quick, firm shakes.

She pointed her finger at his neck. "That's a spiffy looking bowtie. Are you a professor, Matt?" she questioned, nodding her head in the direction of the nearby University.

"Yes. Well, sort of. Just an assistant for now but it pays the bills." He answered casually but also slightly sheepish.

"Having bills to pay keeps you motivated." She winked at him reassuringly, establishing a comfort between them that made the Doctor's hearts soar – all from one Donna Noble wink of an eye. She understood wholeheartedly where he was coming from. Having bills to pay often put her in a sour mood, but it's the reason she left bed every morning and braved the world on a daily basis. Her responsibility was one of the only things, besides her Gramps, that gave her a reason to try.

Donna cleared her throat before asking, "Are you from around here?"

"Actually no, I'm the sort that doesn't stay in in one place for too long, you see."

"Must be nice. I wish I could travel more. Where's home for you then, Matt?"

The Doctor opened his mouth a few times trying to come up with a response before he gazed sincerely into her eyes, "I've always felt that home has more to do with who you're with rather than where you are."

"Hmm." She nodded at his response as if in agreement. Suddenly, she recognized her cab pulling around the corner. "Listen Matt, where are you headed? Maybe we can share a cab?"

The man shook his head, causing his unbalanced hair to tremble and wiggle in a way Donna had never seen hair do. "No thanks, but that's very kind. I'm waiting for someone." He spoke in a wistful, sorrowful tone, as if he really wanted to go with her. The tone was underlying, and she missed it, simply hearing a genuine and respectful decline to her offer.

Donna noticed the cab pulling up to the curb just a few feet away. "Alright then. Well Matt, it was nice to meet you. Thanks for sharing your shelter, and maybe I'll see you around sometime, yeah?" she adjusted the belt around her pea coat, tugging it and preparing to brave the weather in the short distance between the man's umbrella and the waiting car.

"Sure, maybe next week." He grinned. "Take care, Donna."

She waved to him as she got into the car, disappearing behind the rain-drop speckled glass window.

After the cab was no longer visible, he dropped the open umbrella to his side and stood staring at his own sopping shoes. His hair quickly deflated and stuck to his scalp and forehead. The rain felt heavy on his clothes, like there were anvils on his shoulders. The moment was over so quick, such a brief yet coveted encounter. He would cherish it always, and while it would be cherished, it would also make him terribly sad.

He missed Donna now more than ever.