Her back ached, her arms felt like jelly and Donna still wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten the Doctor to the TARDIS. But it didn't matter how. What mattered was that the doors were locked, they were inside and...And she had no bloody idea how to control the TARDIS and get them back to the garden.Grabbing her communicator, she fumbled with it a few times before finally getting the button to work. "Help! I mean... No, I meant it. HELP! This is Donna. I'm with... with the Ninth Doctor? Thete?" She said it as if she wasn't sure. He had told her this and she couldn't remember now. "We're... he's out. Got hit by a bolt and.. HELP!"For a moment all she got was static. Tears filled Donna's eyes. And then there was a voice. "Donna, this is Reinette. The Doctor and I are on our way. We'll help you get the TARDIS home and take care of Thete." Her voice was soft, articulate, well spoken and slightly tinged with a French accent. Compared to Donna's calmest voice, it was like a Jackson Pollock next to a Monet. "Th-thank you." She panted, barely getting the controller back into her pocket before she crossed to kneel at his side once more. "WAKE UP! Come on! Dammit, talk to me. Tell me your bloody ears are sensitive,' she demanded, shaking him nearly violently. Nothing.Except a sharp rap on the door.Stumbling over her own feet, she jerked the door open. Calm and cool, Reinette offered Donna a small smile before sweeping past her. The woman was everything her voice had promised. Perfect hair, beautiful clothes, stunning features. Donna was prepared to hate her on sight.Then she'd hugged the ginger woman, her expression full of sympathy. And pride. "Got him back here all on your own,' she asked, a brow arching sharply before she crossed to the console.Donna nodded, stopping to try and make The Doctor more comfortable. "I couldn't get him farther than this.""This is well enough given how much larger he is. We'll be sure and bill him for the adjustments I'm sure your back will need. Now, my own Doctor told me what to do and... That's a good girl,' she murmured as the TARDIS started up, responding eagerly to Reinette as she worked to save the Doctor. "We'll get him back and soon enough he'll be up and about."Donna looked up at Reinette, her expression drawn and fear in her eyes. She didn't say a word. Not a single word. Reinette nodded nonetheless. "Promise. You'll have your Doctor back soon enough."Nodding, Donna sighed. She'd really wanted to hate her and now found herself truly liking the woman. Dammit.
I absolutely *adored* this imagery.Compared to Donna's calmest voice, it was like a Jackson Pollock next to a Monet.
I admit, that was my favourite part as well.