Summary: Pure crack :D At least I think this qualifies as crack? I've never written crack before!

Author Notes: Written for the Weekly Drabble Challenge #41: Mirror at lj user="doctor_donna". Spoilers up to EoT and then diverges from canon after that, and diverges from the laws of time and space too :D No spoilers for season 5. Unbeta-ed cause it's 2am and this is just something I spouted out in 20 minutes to get relief from the dark, angsty other little thing I am writing for the "mirror" prompt. NB I'm not laying claim to this idea as my own, it has been bandied about in discussion following the airing of EoT and KatherineB described one version of it in her comment to a href=".?thread=3009659#t3009659" this post.

The Doctor lifted his face from the soft green grass and squinted in the bright sunlight. All around him he was surrounded by the shattered remains of his TARDIS. He sat up with a groan, it would take months to repair. He was surprised to have survived such a violent crash.

Then he ran his through his hair and quickly came to the realization that he hadn't survived at all. This wasn't the same body he had been in while crashing. The foppy hair was gone, the gangly limbs that had felt so foreign, the knobbly knees. Now his skin was nowhere near as pale, unless that was the bright light of this planet playing tricks on his eyes, and he felt much more solidly built.

No jokes from Donna about paper cut hugs if she could see him now he thought wistfully, and then sighed. It was always only a matter of seconds before his thoughts returned to her. He wouldn't, couldn't, let her go. She was the most important woman in the universe, and the most important woman to him. Well, new regeneration, new everything, maybe also some new ideas about how to bring her back to him, as it should be.

He stood up resolutely and shook himself. To his left something bleated in alarm.

"Hey! Watch it mate! You're scaring the sheep!"

He spun around toward the voice and saw a beautiful girl, humanoid, tall, blonde hair except for a shock of purple, she was staring at him and his shredded clothing. He looked down at himself, the tattered remains of his pinstriped suit weren't covering much of anything anymore. That could account for the slight smirk on the girl's face, he reasoned.

"Please, I need to know, can you tell me the date?"

"The date?" she asked, amused, her eyes still on his chest.

"Yes, date, day, month, year…"

She told him and the world around him seemed to shrink and warp. The Doctor sat down heavily on the grass again. It was the day he had left Donna back in Chiswick. This was the time the TARDIS had brought him back to in her last act before crashing. It had to mean something.

"You alright then? Want to tell me your name? And what this almighty mess of blue wood is in the middle of the field?"

"Is this Chiswick? Why are there sheep? Is Chiswick far?" he asked weakly, his head spinning with possibilities.

"What?

"Where am I?"

"Waikato."

He looked at her blankly and asked in a very small voice, "Country? Planet?"

She gaped at him. "New Zealand, Earth. What are you on?"

"Do you have a mirror?"

"I reckon I do, yeah." She fished a small compact from her bag and he grabbed it like a drowning man reaching for a life raft. Then he saw himself and everything fell into place. He breathed deeply, and flashed her a huge grin. "I know my name now," he said, confident and happy.

"Go on then."

"It's Shaun. Shaun Temple."