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He wanted a banana. Today felt like a banana day. This is why the Doctor, list folded neatly in this breast pocket - kept safe for the future, was walking through Sainsburys. Sometimes he felt like being his old self, or selves, any one of them, and today was one of those days. He browsed the aisles searching for his requirement, side tracked by silver ball bearings, stacks of Galaxy bars – the only food Martha would eat after a stressful day, fish fingers and custard, separate of course, and Jammy Dodgers – which he'd only discovered when Donna demanded them to dip into her tea. He was bending down to collect a packet when he collided.

"Oi watch it!" Meekly the Doctor looked round to face an angry red head staring down.

"Donna!" He spluttered too quickly, regretting his word as he spoke it.

"Do I know you?" Donna shot him a confused glare, snatching the packet of biscuits out of the Doctors grasp.

"- No…" The Doctor paused considering a suitable excuse. "You're mother knows my mother. I've heard her talking about you, seen the pictures."

"Not at all stalkerish then."

"No" The Doctor shook this head with a sheepish grin and Donna's glare relaxed into a smile.

"Sorry about this" She gestured to the packet dangling from her fingertips. "Urgently needed – it was Norris you see. I told her not to eat them all, but what does she do? Eats every last one of them – greedy cow! And now you see Tescos had run out, and Asda's a while away, so I just have to these. Sorry." She apologised as she noticed the empty box sitting at her feet. "Look you can have one if you want. It's just I really need them. Mum's been on and on and on at me, and then there's this deadline and it's just been one of those weeks!"

The Doctor nodded. It had been one of those weeks for him, but maybe not in the same way it had been for Donna. "Its fine keep them, sounds like you need them."

Donna nodded enthusiastically. "Thanks, I owe you one. Here" They were outside the shop now and Donna ripped open the packet. "Take it." She placed a small round biscuit in the Doctor's palm.

"Thanks, thanks for everything." He shot her a smile, resisting the urge to stuff it in his mouth.

"See you around then?"

He murmured a reply, watching her walk away. He felt the urge to run after her, throw his arms round her and shout "look it's me! Spaceboy! The Doctor! Your best mate!" But he couldn't it would be selfish. So instead he watched, watched with admiring silence. That was Donna Noble. That was one of his best friends, and she didn't even know who he was.

He wanted to go and see her, again. He knew he was selfish but he couldn't stop this urge, this over whelming urge to go and see Donna. He wanted to go, he wanted to so badly. And with Jammy Dodger still in hand he opened the TARDIS, and span round the controls in excitement, he was going to see Donna again, he was going to see his Donna again.

-x-

"Mr Smith?" Sylvia peered through the doorway suspiciously in a way that even now gave the Doctor the shivers; he never did seem to click with peoples mothers.

"Call me Johnny" He told her with a mouth full of biscuit with a shoving one hand at her to shake and using the other one to precariously hold a collection of magicians' equipment.

"You're late." She stated ignoring his hand and leading him into the house.

"Am I? Oh sorry about that, things to do, people to see!"

"The thing you were supposed to be doing is entertaining my daughter and her friends, and the people you were supposed to be seeing is a bunch of over excited seven year olds." She informed him rather pointedly.

"Give it rest Sylvia love! At least he's here now!" Sylvia opened the lounge door to reveal the voices owner, Wilfred who was down on his knees and looking like he was having as much fun as the children he was amusing. "Anyway I think granddads been doing quite a good job hasn't he?" He asked, and was met with the delighted screams of fifteen seven years olds agreeing with him. "But I think its Mr Smith's turn to take over now." He told them gesturing the Doctor forward.

"Call me Johnny" He said with a smile and asked, whilst he knew full well the answer "which one of you is the lucky lady?"

"ME!" A young Donna leapt up enthusiastically "I'm Donna, and this is my party."

"Really? Well are we sitting comfortably?" "YES!" Came the energetic reply "…Then I'll begin…" With that the Doctor brought out his want with a flourish and began enhancing the children with a selection of simple but equally fascinating tricks.

An hour in and Sylvia appeared ushering the children into the kitchen with the promises of cake and food.

"Can you teach me a trick, please?" Donna asked appearing in front of the Doctor as suddenly as the other children had disappeared.

"A magician never reveals his secrets." He told her with a wink, lowering himself to Donna's level.

"…But it's my birthday!" She told him with a childish whine "…please! Just one?"

"Well, ok, as it's your seventh birthday – which, no one tells you this, but it is one of the most important of your birthdays." He told her with a knowing nod which she mimicked gravely "So what do you want to know birthday queen?"

"Can you teach me how to become invisible?"

"Invisible?" He asked seriously

"Yes. Invisible."

"Why would you, Donna Noble want to be invisible?"

"Because…" She started but he wouldn't let her finish.

"But why be invisible when you can be brilliant?"

"Can you make me brilliant then?" She asked innocently.

"Donna Noble… I can't make you brilliant, because that's what you are, Brilliant with a capital B. You just don't it yet. One day you'll be one of the most brilliant people I'll have ever known, that anyone will have ever known…" The last few sentences of his small speech were lost in transition by the noise of numerous children surging into the living room on hunt for the birthday girl.

He didn't speak to Donna alone again, but when he eventually left, his last sight of her was Donna Noble, his Donna, sitting in prime position at the table with a massive smile on her face and Happy Birthday being sung round the room, and that was enough. To see her happy one last time was enough.

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