Of Magic and Mayhem

Entry 10: Some Resolution (other wise knows as the author have spoilers)

"Dad I've made a miskate!" I cry into the unanswering reciever. He wasn't picking up. He never did. He never once picked up for anything. Nobody could reach him unless the TARDIS saw fit. Which I should hate her for it, but she is home. My home. Broken but good.

He wouldn't pick up. So I dialed sombody I could trust. And obviously I shouldn't run run to Dad's friends but she could deal with this little thing.

"Hello, Martha. Who is this?" A friendly voice answered.

"Martha, it's Donna-Rose Lovegood! Hey. I need help- or advise. Something. Please." I sqwauked. Cleaning up my tears so she wouldn't know.

"Umm... who?" She questioned. Quite right of her too!

"Sorry. I come after you. Look, remember the Doctor?" I pried.

"How do you know him?" She automatically got suspicious. Good on her. Right thing too!

"I'm his daughter. I can't reach him. Please I just need advise. I can't reach him. I screwed up." I blabbered on pointlessly.

"Whoa-slow down girl. I didn't know he had a daughter! What's your mistake is someone hurt?" She was automatically kind and thoughtful.

"I-I let on that people like me exist. People got killed. Daleks. Almost got my brother killed. I killed a cat. I've got these pure-blood bitches unconscious. They sold me to a tabloid writer. I've even got phials of their blood and thinking of doing a bit of blood control. I'm writhing against myself. Or dabbling deeply into the Dark Arts." I started to sob again.

'That sounds really Harry Potter, and your last name sounds like Luna Lovegood's. What's going on?"She said to me then said, "Harriet, please be quite Mummy's on the phone."

"Yeah- Rose's mum wrote it for Muggles." I said.

"Whoa! Really? Who's J.K. Rowling really?"

"Hermione Weasly. Please I need help. You've dealt with the Master, Daleks, Weeping Angels, and a shit ton, pardon my French again. But Dad won't pick up. I think something's wrong. Last time I talked to him he was taking Amy and Rory to New York for a picnic. Help! Martha Jones! The Woman who Walked the Earth. Please." I sobbed even more.

"Calm down, I'll call him and stuff." She said. "The daft man always listens to me."

"He thinks of you as a Captain to him. always have. He was just motionally retarded and imprinted on back then. " I slipped out with out thinking. He told me that on strict confidence. Time-Lord to spawn. Yikes, I just messed up even more.

"Thanks, but I don't need emotions right now. I'm at work and Mickey's telling me to stop talking. We work for UNIT now- conivinced Mickey freelance wasn't the way to be."

"Wow, wow. "I said. "Metriculous!"

"I'll call you back when is get done."

So she did. I waited, went to the last of the classes for the year, and studied for terms. and had my phone on me at all times, I felt dead, but breathing for one thing. For the TARDIS, for Martha to return the call.

It finally came in Transfiguration, (yes McGonnagle taught it istill- she loved it.)

BRING BRING BRING BRING.

"What's that?" Everybody yelled.

"Donna-Rose. I beilieve that sound is coming from your robe."

"Ahh-yes, call. Please be quiet." I got it out and showed the LED display. It said, UNIT-Martha Jones-Smith.

I flipped it open and put it on speaker.

"Martha?, I'm in class, we have to make it short." I said.

"Yeah-he's Regenerated! Blimey his new voice makes me feel geriactric! I explained and-He shouted to me that he's on his way and he's going to lock on your corsal nexus and come straight there and take you away." She said.

"Martha, you are such a genius! Thank you for everything-from the hospital to this to those angels and the Master. Give your family my love!" I exclaimed, hung up and waited.

'Sorry-family issue going down." I explained, "Had to make sure my mobile was with me at all times." I gestured as I put it back.

I plopped down and picked up my quill and started at my notes, ignoring all the looks I was getting.

Now waiting was going to be harder than it ever was.