The Man Who Regrets : Doctor Who [1] ✓

47 : Journey’s End (Part 5)

“Just time for one last trip,” the Doctor says. “Dårlig Ulv Stranden. Better known as…”

The TARDIS materialises on the beach of Bad Wolf Bay and everyone can feel the tension in the air. The New Doctor and Jackie are first out.

“Oh, fat lot of good this is,” Jackie complains. “Back of beyond. Bloody Norway? I’m going to have to phone your father. He’s on the nursery run. I was pregnant, do you remember? Had a baby boy.”

“Oh, brilliant,” the new Doctor says with a grin. “What did you call him?

“Doctor.”

He’s shocked. “Really?”

“No, you plum. He’s called Tony.”

“Hold on,” Rose says. “This is the parallel universe, right?”

“You’re back home,” the Doctor agrees.

“And the walls of the world are closing again, now that the Reality Bomb never happened. It’s dimensional retroclosure,” Donna adds. “See, I really get that stuff now.”

“No, but I spent all that time trying to find you,” Rose protests, turning to face the man she’s loved for what feels like years. “I’m not going back now.”

“But you’ve got to. Because we saved the universe, but at a cost. And the cost is him.” The original Doctor looks over to the new Doctor. “He destroyed the Daleks. He committed genocide. He’s too dangerous to be left on his own.”

“You made me,” the new Doctor says.

“Exactly. You were born in battle, full of blood and anger and revenge. Remind you of someone? That’s me, when we first met. And you made me better. Now you can do the same for him.”

“But he’s not you,” Rose whispers.

“He needs you. That’s very me.”

“But it’s better than that, though. Don’t you see what he’s trying to give you?” Donna asks. “Tell her. Go on.”

“I look like him and I think like him. Same memories, same thoughts, same everything,” the new Doctor informs. “Except I’ve only got one heart.”

“Which means?” Rose asks.

“I’m part human. Specifically, the ageing part. I’ll grow old and never Regenerate. I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want.”

“You’ll grow old at the same time as me?”

“Together.”

The TARDIS time motor revs and Violet briefly closes her eyes.

“We’ve got to go,” the original Doctor says. “This reality is sealing itself off forever.”

“But, it’s still not right,” Rose continues to protest. “Because the Doctor’s still you.”

“And I’m him.”

“All right. Both of you, answer me this. When I last stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me? Go on, say it.”

“I said, Rose Tyler.”

“Yeah, and how was that sentence going to end?”

“Does it need saying?”

She turns to the new Doctor. “And you, Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?”

The new Doctor whispers the three little words in Rose’s ear, and she kisses him. The original Doctor, Violet and Donna take the opportunity to get into the TARDIS. It dematerialises, leaving a crying Rose on the beach with her Doctor and her mother. Violet closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath before turning and facing the music with what is about to happen.

“I thought we could try the planet Felspoon,” Donna suggests. “Just because. What a good name, Felspoon. Apparently, it’s got mountains that sway in the breeze. Mountains that move. Can you imagine?”

“And how do you know that?” the Doctor asks, his expression blank.

“Because it’s in your head. And if it’s in your head, it’s in mine.”

“And how does that feel?”

“Brilliant! Fantastic! Molto bene! Great big universe, packed into my brain. You know you could fix that chameleon circuit if you just tried hot binding the fragment links and superseding the binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary.” She gasps. “I’m fine. Nah, never mind Felspoon. You know who I’d like to meet? Charlie Chaplin. I bet he’s great, Charlie Chaplin. Shall we do that? Shall we go and see Charlie Chaplin? Shall we? Charlie Chaplin? Charlie Chester. Charlie Brown. No, he’s fiction. Friction, fiction, fixing, mixing, Rickston, Brixton.” This time it hurts, and she stumbles into the console. “Oh, my God.”

Violet bites the inside of her lip, forcing herself to not cry again today. Out the corner of her eye, she sees Lee make his way over to the love of his life and hold her hand.

“Do you know what’s happening?” the Doctor asks.

“Yeah,” Donna replies sadly.

“There’s never been a human Time Lord metacrisis before now. And you know why.”

“Because there can’t be. I want to stay.”

He walks over to her. “Look at me. Donna, look at me.”

“I was going to be with you forever.” She looks at him with such sadness.

“I know.”

“The rest of my life, travelling in the TARDIS. The Doctor Donna. No. Oh my god. I can’t go back. Don’t make me go back. Doctor, please, please don’t make me go back.”

“Donna. Oh, Donna Noble. I am so sorry. But we had the best of times.”

“No.”

“The best. Goodbye.”

“No, no, no. Please. Please. No. No.”

Donna is crying when he Doctor mind melds with her and takes her memories away.

“No!”

Donna passes out, Lee now on the floor of the TARDIS, holding the redheaded woman with such love. Violet hesitantly walks over and kneels down beside the two while the Doctor flies them to the Nobles’ home. She places her fingertips on the woman’s temples, making Lee look at her, wanting to say something but deciding against it until he knows what’s really going on.

“I won’t restore her memories,” Violet says, her voice showing how weak and emotional she is right now. “However, I can give her memories of you - false ones of course. If I do that, I will have to give you a false life - memories included - so you don’t accidentally trigger something that might bring her memories crashing back.”

“D-Do it,” Lee stutters. “I l-l-l-love her.”

Violet nods and gives Lee a thin smile, closing her eyes and fabricating memories inside Donna’s mind of how she and Lee met, and all the dates they went on, and her dreams of having a family with children with the man. Placing them in the redhead’s mind, Violet briefly opens her eyes to remove her hands from Donna’s head and place them on Lee’s. Closing her eyes, she fabricates an entire life for Lee in this century and locks away his memories of the 51st Century and The Library.

Removing her hands, she opens her eyes and stares sadly at the passed out couple on the floor of the TARDIS, a hand coming to rest on her shoulder. Violet sighs and stands, knowing that they have to get the two out of the blue box before they wake up. It’s a struggle, but they manage to get them both to the door of the Nobles’ home, Violet struggling under the weight of Lee, but managing to knock anyway.

Wilf opens the door. “Donna?” He sees the TARDIS parked across the road and the Doctor is kneeling by the door, holding the unconscious Donna, and Violet not too far behind them, holding the unconscious Lee.

“Help me,” the Doctor pleads.

“Donna? Donna?”

They lay Donna on her bed with Lee beside her, then go downstairs, a thunderstorm rolling overhead. In the sitting room, the Doctor explains to Wilf and Sylvia exactly what happened to their Donna. Violet stands quietly by the window, staring out at the rain coming down as Sylvia and Wilf take in everything. She wonders where Martha and Mickey are, and whether Jack made it back to Ianto and Gwen, and gave Ianto what she told Jack to give him - or maybe even something more.

“I just want you to know there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her,” the Doctor tells them. “That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble, a thousand million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. And for one moment, one shining moment, she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.”

“She still is,” Sylvia retorts. “She’s my daughter.”

“Then maybe you should tell her that once in a while.”

Donna comes down the stairs with Lee a few steps behind her. “We were asleep on our bed in our clothes, like flipping kids! What do you let us do that for? Don’t mind me. Donna.” Donna checks her mobile.

“John Smith,” the Doctor says. “This is my wife, Alyssa.”

“Mister Smith and his wife were just leaving,” Sylvia grinds out.

“I am his wife,” Violet hisses angrily at the woman, not in the mood for any bullshit.

“N-N-Nice to meet y-y-you,” Lee greets with a smile.

“My phone’s gone mad. Thirty two texts,” Donna complains. “Veena’s gone barmy. She’s saying planets in the sky. What have I missed now? Nice to meet you.” Donna leaves the room.

“As I said,” Sylvia says. “I think you should go.”

The Doctor and Violet walk into the kitchen to say goodbye, but Donna is on the phone.

“How thick do you think I am? Planets,” Donna scoffs. “Tell you what that was, dumbo. That’s those two for one lagers you gets down the offy because you fancy that little man in there with the goatee. Ha ha! Yes, you do. I’ve seen you.”

“Donna?” the Doctor calls. “We were just going.”

She turns and looks at them, not a glimmer of recognition in her brown eyes. “Yeah, see you. I tell you what though, you’re wasting your time with that one, because Susie Mair, she went on that dating site, and she saw him. No, no, no, no. Listen, listen, this is important. Susie Mair wouldn’t lie. Not unless it was about calories. Ha ha ha!”

Outside the Nobles’ home a few moments later, Wilf and the Doctor are standing under what little cover there is while Violet couldn’t care less, standing out in the middle of the street, rain pouring from the sky. It washes away her tears and soaks her to the bone, making her think of the planet that’s all water and somehow still floating in space.

“Ah. You’ll have quite a bit of this,” the Doctor says. “Atmospheric disturbance. Still, it’ll pass. Everything does. Bye then, Wilfred.”

“Oh, Doctor? What about you now?” Wilf asks. “Who’ve you two got? I mean, all those friends of yours.”

“They’ve all got someone else. Still, that’s fine. I’m fine. I’ve got Violet, and she’s got me.”

“I’ll watch out for you, sir.”

“You can’t ever tell her.”

“No, no, no. But every night, Doctor, when it gets dark, and the stars come out, I’ll look up on her behalf. I’ll look up at the sky, and think of you both.”

“Thank you.”

Soaked to the skin, the Doctor squelches to the TARDIS, Violet half a step behind him. They walk inside and instantly begin their flight. Wilf salutes as it dematerialises.

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