A/N: I know I have a lot of other stories going on right now, but it's so hard to continue writing a story when you start to ship other people! :) I have shipped Donna/Doctor for a while now so I should be able to finish this.

Enjoy!

DWBean

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At first, Donna hated the sound of the TARDIS. Continual buzzing, beeping and humming; a complete distraction. Especially when she was trying to get to sleep. But after a while, it became peaceful, and almost comforting. Now she wondered how she ever slept without it. But tonight, it sounded different. It was making more of a pained wheezing, unusual to her normal happy character. But, when Donna listened closely, she could hear another noise. Unable to sleep anyway with the TARDIS's unhappy nature, she decided to investigate. Once she opened the door she was able to identify the noise. It was crying, almost sobbing. Donna recognised it. It was the Doctor's. She quickly checked in the mirror that she was dressed appropriately, and ran out the door. She sprinted to the control room to find it empty. Donna racked her brain to think of where the Doctor could possibly be. She tried the pool and the garden, but couldn't find him. Not giving up, she adamantly kept on running down the halls trying to locate the sobbing, but anytime she got near it, it would move further away. Donna was getting frustrated, and wasn't prepared to play this game all night. She walked over to the wall, and began to stroke it.

"C'mon, old girl. Where is he?" Donna cooed, running her fingers over the strange button-like interior.

A dark mahogany door appeared with strange inscriptions on the door, similar to those of the control room. She pressed her ear against it, just to confirm it was the room where the sobbing was coming from. She pushed her straight auburn hair behind her ears, and slowly opened the door. It was pitch black inside, but as her eyes adjusted she saw the outline of a huge bed, almost majestic.

"Doctor?" she whispered. The sobbing stopped, and the bed creaked.

"How-What? How did you find my room?" Donna could hear from the darkness.

"It wasn't easy, believe me. But the TARDIS decided to co-operate," Donna said, clearly concerned

"Oh...OK. It's just that...no one's ever found my room before. Ever," The Doctor said, and then rubbed his eyes and scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh. Never mind that, come here," Donna said, sitting down on his bed. She reached her arms out, and he gladly returned the hug. He rested his head on her shoulder, and she stroked his hair whispering comforting words into his ear. He pulled back and smiled at her.

"Thank you," He gave her a watery smile. She took his hand, and smiled back

"You're welcome. There's nothing wrong with grieving, Doctor. Especially your daughter. And I'll be here if you need me," Donna replied, and he squeezed her hand.

"Donna...could you...I mean...well...um...stay?" The Doctor asked, not sure how to choose his words.

At any other time, Donna would have probably slapped him. But not now. He was too broken, too upset. After Jenny was shot, he just froze. After losing his children on Gallifrey, he wasn't ready to accept Jenny into his life. But she, herself, had proven that she was like him. However, not enough. Not enough to regenerite...no...reginitive...regene...oh whatever. Donna didn't know the name. Just like him, but not enough. She looked back to her broken best friend, and decided.

"Sure," She pulled back the covers to put him in. He climbed in, and she tucked the sheets up to his neck. Exactly how she would tuck a child in to bed. He resembled a child, his vulnerability. But his life, his wisdom and pain was nowhere near. She placed a soft kiss onto his forehead, and he was already visibly relaxing. Donna walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in herself.

"Night, Doctor," She whispered, and he turned to face her.

"Night," he whispered back, and he closed his dry eyes, sore from crying. She watched her Spaceman fall asleep. One of the only times she'd seen him peaceful. Normally he was either jumping about going someplace, fighting a dangerous alien threat, or pointing a gun to the head of his daughter's murderer. She closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep herself.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'll try and update this by the end of next week, but because it's Christmas Holidays now (:) YAY!) I mayyyy be able to do it sooner. But only if you review ;) hehe I'm evil. So simply:

Reviews = New chapter

So review my lovelies :)

DWBean

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