Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Doctor or Donna. Thanks for reading as this is the final chapter of this story, I've got some things very soon in the works. Thanks for the reviews and enjoy and let me know what you think. Also, Happy New Year!

It took a few days back on the planet for the Doctor to sort out everything. For one thing, they had a hell of a time deciding on what the planet should be called: Athena Five or Zeus Five? Then deciding how to rebuild their world and integrate male and female societies.

They were finally back in the TARDIS. Donna was changing into some sweats, having made the Doctor swear they were going to get a couple of days rest in the Vortex. The recovery from the corset was ongoing.

She went to the sitting room, ready to spend the evening relaxing with the Doctor, but the door was cracked open a bit. There were old wooden cartons on the floor with circles on the side. Donna stopped and tried to sneak a peek.

The Doctor was going through them. He stopped and stared at something he held in his hand that Donna couldn't quite make out. She cleared her throat loudly and walked in. She saw him trying to stuff whatever it was in his pocket.

"So, film," said the Doctor, "shall it be Colin Firth in Love Actually? Colin Firth in Bridget Jones? What about that St. Trinian's sequel? I haven't seen that one yet."

Donna sat down next to him on the sofa.

"I get that you're 'The Doctor'," said Donna making little air quotes. "I do, I really do. I know that you're an alien and you're nine hundred years old and you've had lives that have nothing to do with me. I can understand that. But I've seen bits of you that no one else has seen-"

The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows.

Donna snorted. "That's not what I meant, silly. I meant that I know who you are now so I know when you're hiding from me. You're only half yourself when you hide from me and I hate to see you as only half yourself."

The Doctor nodded. "What do you want to know?"

Donna smiled.

"About Reinette? Romana? Rose? The Rani?"

"Who's the Rani?"

"Long story. Bad month at the Academy." He paused. "But I can tell you about it, if you want to know."

Donna couldn't believe it. He was actually offering information.

"No," said Donna. "I want to know what you put in your pocket when I came in."

"Oh," said the Doctor, "that." He pulled out the stuffed animal and held it in front of Donna. She realized it was the same one the future Doctor had been holding.

"What is it?," asked Donna looking at it.

"It's a Scallofrax."

"So, this is your daughter's favorite toy..."

"I gave it to her the day she was born. I took it with me after she died..." She watched his long fingers clench around it.

"It's okay," said Donna, putting her hand over his. "You don't need to tell me anymore."

"No, it's fine. She died in the war, during the first Dalek attack on Gallifrey. She was the only girl, we had three sons... It's special, having a daughter."

"Yeah," said Donna. She took him in her arms and hugged him tightly. He hugged back weakly.

"Donna..."

"Quiet. You don't have to tell me any more if you're not ready." She rubbed circles on his back.

"I don't want you to leave me, though."

Donna pulled back from the embrace, her hands on his arms. She shook her head. "I'm never leaving you, Doctor."

"Everyone leaves, Donna." He said it was a matter of fact, as if it was the same as saying ten and ten is twenty.

"Am I everyone?"

"No," he said softly.

"Not leaving you. No matter how many of your women I find out about," she said ending in a smile.

He rolled his eyes. "You make it sound as if there are dozens, but that's simply not the case."

"Yeah, I know. I've had a look at most of you."

"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, you're like the nerdy bloke in school who gets a posh sports car and can suddenly pick up all the girls, aren't you?

"I am not!," he protested. She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I might be. A bit."

"Your wife, though, she loved you no matter what you were."

"Yeah," said the Doctor, "she did."

Donna decided not to press that issue any more. He paused and opened the box, ready to deposit the Scallofrax back in it.

"What are you doing?," asked Donna.

"I'm just going to get these things out of the way."

"You don't have to do that," said Donna. She took the Scallofrax from him. "Poor Mister Scallofrax in a box."

"You keep it then," said the Doctor.

Donna remembered the future Doctor. He was getting this for someone.

She seriously doubted she had been the one demanding it.

Come to think of it, River Song hadn't seemed like the sort of woman that had a room full of stuffed animals in her house.

That only left possibilities Donna was not yet ready to face.

"Something wrong, Donna?," asked the Doctor.

"No," said Donna, "tell you what, it's not mine, but I'll hang on to it for you so it doesn't have to go in a box. How does that sound?"

He smiled. "That sounds brilliant."

Donna sat back on the sofa and placed the Scallofrax next to her. The Doctor sat back next to her, relaxing into Donna. She started running her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," said Donna at nothing in particular, feeling herself relax. "Brilliant."