If you had to choose...Part 4

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Title: If you had to choose …Part 4

Author: Flydye8

Pairing: The Doctor(11^th)/Donna

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I wish I owned them but my muses and I have fun with them.

Summary: After three meetings the Doctor is re-united with his beloved Donna but within the shadows a person could destroy all his happiness. 

Authors Noted: Rose fans I am truly sorry.
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After a lovely lunch the Doctor, Donna, and Martha where enjoying some tea and biscuits when Donna spoke up, “Okay handsome go ahead and ask.”

“Ask what?” The Timelord replied a bit confused.

“Oh come off of it spaceman I know you want to know how I remembered.” She replied smoothly.”

“Oh yes so tell me how did this wonderful miracle happen?” He asked intrigued.

Donna just tilted her head to her daughter who was munching on a biscuit, “It happened when I became pregnant with her.”

“I don’t understand and how do you know that?” the Doctor leaned across the table looking intently into her eyes.

Donna raised her hand and caressed his cheek, “You know I think you get younger every time you regenerate. If it wasn’t for your old eyes a normal person would never have noticed.”

Leaning into her hand he whispered, “But you are not normal Donna Noble, you are wonderful, brilliant and loved.”

Smiling fondly at him as she replied, “And so are you my favorite Martian.”

Laughing he whispered, “I am not from Mars, Ms. Noble not that it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I was from Mars, it is a great planet.”

“You really are a babbler in this body, Doctor.” She replied.

“Is that a bad thing.” He asked hoping that she would accept him for who he was today and not for whom he was before.

Reading the anxiousness in his eyes she soothed, “No, it isn’t a bad thing you are the same just a bit different and I still love you with all my heart.”

With her reply he cupped his hand behind her head and kissed her trying to express how thankful he was for her acceptance.

As if she was reading his mind she replied after the kiss ended, “Your welcome my Doctor and to answer your question I really don’t know why it happened but as the pregnancy progressed it seemed as if some of the metacrisis transferred to her.”

Looking at the little girl he asked worriedly, “Has she shown any signs that the transfer has been affecting her?”

Shaking her head she stated, “No, the only thing that even points to her having some of the Timelord essence in her is that she seems to know when things are wrong.”

Intrigued the doctor asked, “How?”

“A year ago she woke up in her bedroom exclaiming that there were cracks in the universe. I tried to have her explain it to me but the vocabulary of a toddler is limited.” Smiling down at her Donna paused before continuing, “Then, out of the blue, a few months later she came up to me and said that everything was okay and the cracks were gone.”

Martha looked up at her mother and stated in-between bites of cookie, “Mummy, he fixed the cracks and made it better.” Then she turned to the Doctor, “But next time you need to be more careful I like you.”

The Doctor was shocked at the little girl’s statement then turned toward his beloved, “Who is her father Donna? This is very important I really need to know.” The concerns he had earlier about the young girl coming to the forefront of his mind.

Looking at her daughter she noticed that she had stopped eating and was listening intently to the conversation then looking at the Doctor she replied tilting her head toward Martha, “Not here my love, let us go back to the house and put Martha down for a nap.”

Nodding his understanding he raised his hand for the check but when he received it he looked at Donna sheepishly.

With laughter in her eyes she reached for her purse, “You would think with all the time you spend on earth you would keep a couple of pounds in your pocket.”

“Well I think I do have some but you know it would take quite a long while to find them my pockets are bigger on the inside.”

Placing the money on the table she stood and reached for his hand then reached for her daughters hand and exclaimed, “Well then it is a good thing that I have pockets this time around.”

Pulling her closer to him he kissed her lips before replying, “You are a funny woman Donna Noble and funny is very good.”

Leading them to the street they headed toward the Noble household giggling about pockets.

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The Guardians of Time smiled at each other as the unmistakable sound of the TARDIS materializing signaled its appearance within the chambers of time.

The Doctor emerged from his ship after a rough ride and found himself facing the women that were in the recording he saw earlier. Raising his hand he wiggled his fingers, “Hello, I am the Doctor you called.”

The second stepped forward and spoke, “Yes, we know who you are and thank you for coming.”

“Well when the Guardians of Time call, I really don’t have any choice but to come.” His Northern accent becoming a bit more pronounced, “Now why am I here? Who are you and why do you claim to be Guardians of time?”

The first stepped forward, “Because that is what we are.”

Crossing his arms his leather coat creaking with the movement he stated, “I know for a fact that the Guardians were time locked with the others during the last time war and I can assume they were here as well.”

The third replied with irritation, “Listen spaceman things can change and time can be rebuilt and that is why we are here. If you are so daft that you cannot think beyond the time war than you will be of no use to us.”

Surprised, the Doctor stated with a new found respect for the trio, “I like you lot, so tell me why you need my help.”

The second spoke up, “In this universe time lines are shimmering and the last of the Timelord’s is in danger of annihilation.”

Raising and eyebrow the Doctor asked, “Then why call me surely he would be the one you need.”

The third spoke up, “The Doctor of this universe is currently in a time line that cannot be interrupted the future of the Gallifreyan race is currently being written.

Feeling a bit irritated that the Doctor of this universe had hope, the man in leather replied, “So you need me to make sure that this timeline remains constant.”

The second Guardian answered, “Yes we need you to find the woman that is endangering the timeline and bring her to us.”

Leaning against the TARDIS doors the Doctor stated, “I don’t know anyone in this world or even familiar with it. I am going to need help.”

The third spoke, “We know and we have someone in mind to assist you in this matter.”

“And who is this person that is supposed to help me?” He asked his moving one of his eyebrows up toward his short hairline.

The third took a deep breath before responding, “You will need my daughter to assist you she is very talented in the aspects of time.” Waving her hands in front of her an image of a young woman around 25 years of age emerged.

The Doctor looked intently at the image and found her very beautiful to his blue eyes. Her hair was as red as the woman that created the image but as he looked closer he noticed that the redness was broken apart by brown highlights that seemed to shimmer as the image moved.

He continued to watch enthralled as the image shifted her head, as to look to the heavens above her, and found himself suddenly lost in the brown orbs of her eyes that showed so much emotion.

He stated breathlessly, “She is beautiful.”

The third just smiled then spoke with a warning, “Yes, she is beautiful but she is also my daughter protect her well Timelord and help her complete her destiny.

The Doctor spoke quietly asking, “And what is she destined to do?”

The second responded, “Spoilers, Doctor it needs to be lived and not known. When the time is right destiny will become unveiled.”

He responded, “You lot love to talk in riddles don’t ya.”

The first replied, “It is how things are done. So will you assist us in making things right.”

“Yea, I will help tell me about this person that is causing all the trouble.” The Doctor responded to the question.

The second replied, “She use to travel with the Doctor of our world and in the course of her travels she was locked away in your world and found her way back.  She feels that her and the Doctor are destined to be together and will go to any means to achieve this perceived destiny.”

The third continued, “You and my daughter need to stop her and keep the timelines intact. You need to protect the Doctor and his family from her wrath.”

“This doesn’t sound like it will be an easy task.” The Timelord in leather stated.

The first spoke responding to his statement, “No, this will not be easy but we are hopeful you will be successful.”

“So where do I need to go to find this women that needs to assist me?” The Doctor asked.

The third Guardian replied handing him a crystal. “Place this inside the console of the TARDIS it will bring you to her. Here is one piece of advice for you Timelord, my daughter respects honesty above all else. You need to trust her to accept you for whom you are, and trust her when she says things are wrong.”

Accepting the crystal he turned and entered his ship but before leaving he turned and asked, “I must know why did time choose you to be the guardians?’

The first answered her Scottish accent apparent, “Time choose us because each of us are special to the Doctor and when we passed on into death his reverence for us elevated us to the position of the Guardians of Time.”

The Doctor smiled sadly, “I wish I could find companions like you in my world.”

As the door of the TARDIS closed the third guardian spoke quietly, “If you are successful Doctor you will have a companion like us to call your own.”