tampered | Closed; On going

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Closed; On going

When; Sunday late morning-ish
Rating; PG
Characters; Donna, Rose & The Doctor
Summary; Donna has been moping since Lee left post 4th Wall. People have noticed and Rose is worried and putting a stop to it.
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Rose is standing a bit awkwardly in front of Donna's door. She's worried about the woman. It's unlike Donna to be so isolated. She's called multiple times through out the week, left voice mail messages, texts, and tried to catch her at work or the Welcome Center. All of that has failed. Earlier she'd shown up at the door with coffee and knocked on the door for several minutes before taking matters into her own hands; so to speak.

She looks over at the Doctor standing next to her. "You can sonic the lock open, yeah?"

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He too, has noticed Donna's lack of being-really-loud-all-the-time. Well, not quite all the time. But a good portion of it. Then when Rose came to him and asked if he'd been able to get in contact with her that much over the last week or so, and he really hadn't been, so... Here they are at her door. Donna's door, that Donna's not answering.

He glances down at Rose as she turns to him and speaks. Raises his eyebrows. 'Yeah... Can. Should?' He held the thought in the air for a few moments before deciding that yes, indeed, should. He nodded to himself, then shifted his gaze down to the locked door. A few seconds and sounds later, the door was open, although the Doctor stepped to the side to allow Rose to walk in first.

Donna doesn't hear you awful nosy intruders for she is in her living room further into the apartment watching her stories. Okay, she's not the most attentive person anyway and certainly not the cleanest but those dishes in the sink are probably getting gross. And who needs to take out the trash? It'll just build up again anyway, right?

Also, please mind the various dirty clothing strewn about. We don't want you tripping and falling while you break into her apartment.

Rose wrinkles her nose up at the mess. She and the Doctor are not the neatest housekeepers but this was a bit...gross. Rose steps over a pair of shoes and skirts around a pair of pants as she makes her way into the living room.

"Donna?"

She approaches the couch with a confused look, covering her nose because the smell is ripe. "Somethin' die in here?"

He follows Rose into the flat, glancing around at everything quickly and gathering as much information as her can. Basically, depression. He could have guessed that. He feels like he does fairly well for himself, not completely stumbling on anything as he follows her in and sees Donna in the living room. The smell doesn't bother him as badly, so he's mostly just watching Donna's face and how she's going to interact with Rose, standing in the entrance to the room with his hands in his pockets.

Donna sits up, looking startled for the moment, but honestly she has no shame -- or, rather, she has fake pride. She gives a shrug, and glances down and away from Rose. "Taking time off, guess I got behind."

When she notices the Doctor standing there as well, she frowns, suddenly overcome with worry and a sort of panic; things she'd been able to drown out for the past week. "What's happened? Is Jenny all right?"

"Jenny's fine. Nothin' happened. We've just been worried 'bout you."

Rose moves over to perch on the edge of the sofa beside Donna.

"S'not like you to be so quiet."

He lets Rose do most of the talking. His own presence is apparently adding a somewhat 'dangerous things are afoot' vibe over the plain 'we're concerned' one that Rose was so much better at producing. He shifts his weight around a little as he watches the conversation, but isn't sure what else to add to it for the moment. Rose seems to be doing pretty well.

It's then that she turns angry. Donna craves being needed and wanted, sure, but a blatant concern for her wellbeing is something she really can't understand or process fully.

"I can be quiet sometimes, you know. I work two jobs, it takes a lot of out a person, doesn't it?"

And with the mini-confrontation happening, she starts to wake up to the state her apartment has fallen into and feels the appropriate amounts of shame and oh god how did they get in here?

"What are you just standing there for, Skinny? She the brains and you're the lock pick, hmm?" To make sure everyone's on the same page as she is, Donna nods toward the sonic still in his hand. Sneaky ponce.

"Oi! No need for that. We came to check on you 'cause we care 'bout you. Don't get mad at him. It was my idea."

Yeah she's going to be protective of the Doctor and she's not going to let Donna get away with behaving this way.

His eyebrows go up a bit in surprise at the sudden bit of attention. That was unexpected. Glancing down at the screwdriver, he looks back over at Donna once before quietly putting it back in his pocket where it goes as Rose rushes to his defense. But clearly from Donna's reaction, trying to just let Rose do everything wasn't really going to be an option and perhaps hadn't been the one he'd thought it was all along.

'You didn't answer your mobile, return voicemails, texts, answer the door; we thought you might have been hurt.'

She's deflated a little; Rose is right, and the Doctor's response does enough to disarm Donna enough. Now she just wants to be left alone again, and not have to think about why she's so angry.

"Well, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Just dandy, really; don't need your concern."

She probably couldn't look more awkward or like a liar if she tried. And she tries to force a smile which probably ends up looking more like a grimace than anything. "See? Don't even feel a little bit alone or abandoned or anything like that at all. Got the telly and left over take away. Perfect life, if there ever was one."

Rose hesitates, glancing back at the Doctor before she scoots a bit closer to Donna. She puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry. Doesn't work that way. We're your friends. Bein' concerned is part of it."

He can't tell if he should stay over here or go over and be near her and if staying here will make things more standoffish or if going near her will make her feel crowded and it's both more and less simple when there's just two people doing this or if she'd let them do it through calling or something - blah. Being selfish. Clearly she was 'all right'.

'Yeah,' he started, coming in on the end of what Rose said. 'You get it anyway. One of the benefits!' Complete with the ridiculous grin that sounds like it should go with that statement, even if it doesn't last for very long, because obviously now's not the time for that. For the most part, he's settled on 'going over there is looming so I will stay over here' and is looking around the apartment again. 'You can't try and use special Time Lord code on me. I know what "all right" and "just fine" mean.'

It's awhile before she speaks, because she knows that once she admits what happened, it'll all be real. He'll have been real, he'll have been here and that sweater hanging over the chair in the corner will actually still smell like Lee.

"He erm, he was here." Donna looks at Rose, who she's never had cause to mention Lee to and then up to the Doctor. "He was a real person, Lee was. So if you're looking for Time Lord code, I'm fine. Oh, I'm the finest."

The tears that well up in her eyes start to fall, but Donna refuses to legitimately cry. There will be no sobbing, not until she's alone again.

Rose understands this method of dealing so very well. She has no idea who or what Donna is talking about but she can sympathize all the same. She's also aware that this is something Donna might need the Doctor for more than she needs her for and that's okay.

She doesn't get up, in fact she sort of moves a bit closer, not quite a hug but something near it and looks up at the Doctor, beckoning him closer with a couple of fingers and a look. Donna clearly needs Doctor hugs and Rose is just going to tag along and add some of her own hugs in there as well.

He already knows Lee was here - he talked to him, after all. Well, he talked at him, anyway. It was a very lopsided conversation - but it's always important for people to at least acknowledge that sort of thing on their own. According to other people who claim to understand that sort of thing. But knowing it beforehand doesn't really give him much of a headstart on knowing what to do about it. 'Finest' really isn't that good.

It's probably a decent combination of the silent crying and the beckoning that tip him from standing over here to sitting down next to Donna and opening up for a hug.

She hugs Rose, and it's light and she really didn't want Rose to have to deal with silly old Donna along with juggling doctors and cloned almost-timelord-daughters and everything else Rose likes piling onto herself. But once the Doctor sits down, Donna buries her face into his shoulder and lets herself cry. She gives herself a time limit, no more than a few minutes at most to wallow and hate the world, the deities, even Rose and the Doctor himself a little.

Everyone seems to get someone, and Donna doesn't want anything more than she wants Lee and now she's lost him twice. She used to be able to rationalize that he wasn't real, but he'd been here. Really here.

She lifts her head to reach over for a tissue to clear her face and her nose and take a few deep breaths. She'll make more direct eye contact with her friends now, chewing a little nervously at her lip for finally having given in and been weak and sad instead of angry fire and unspent energy.

"Be proud. Thought about setting the deity offices on fire." She doesn't fully smirk, but a corner tweaks up a little.

While she sobs, Rose just sits there, one hand on Donna's shoulder and letting the Doctor do most of the hugging and comforting. If Rose knew what was going on, she'd actually kind of understand Donna hating her. Really, Donna ought to hate her a little bit anyway.

Once the sobbing is over, Rose scoots back a bit, giving Donna a bit of room. She returns the bit of a smile with a full one of her own.

"That's progress then, innit?"

She's getting a very good hug, too. One of his best sorts of hugs, because he is so very, very sorry. They both lost people in the Library that day but she'd had so much more time to get to know hers. Given everything, that sort of reaction makes sense to him; the sad and the hating. He tends to think he's a bit deserving of the latter in general anyway.

He'll be a little softer than normal but for the most part act normally, because really she shouldn't feel awkward after feeling... so much, he supposes. The comment gets about the same quirked grin in return. 'I'm always proud. They'd likely have been somewhat peeved with that.'

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