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WHO: Bennett Halverson and Donna Noble
WHERE: Bennett's Apartment
WHEN: Afternoon of Feb 1st? Just sometime after Kim left Bennett's I guess
WARNINGS: Donna is a warning.
SUMMARY: After Bennett came back to the City, Donna is forcing that skinny little twig to eat something and talk about it some more.
FORMAT: Para!

After Kim had left, Bennett took an imitrex and laid down on the couch, hoping to get rid of her migraine. She knew Donna would be showing up any second because that's just how Donna was but. Bennett wasn't so sure she even wanted to see Donna right now; the only person she really, really wanted to see right now was Topher. But she didn't want to turn into a blubbery mess in front of him or something. That'd be embarrassing, for one, and two...she was still trying to work out her feelings for him. Did she love him? Bennett had never been in love before so it was a hard call. Sure, she loved Caroline in her own way but the way she felt about Topher was...a lot different than that. A lot.

She was hoping Boyd would be understanding and let her take a few days off to get back into the swing of this world. Since it had been a few months for her since she'd been back here. Sure, she took such impeccable notes that it'd be easy for anyone to pick up right where she left off with a project but Bennett was...well, having a bit of an emotional crisis here. Borderline mental breakdown. Something along those lines.

Bingley was laying on the couch beside her, curled up and in his sleeping mode. He hadn't really left Bennett's side since Kim had plopped him in her lap earlier in the day. He was a smart little pig, that was for sure. He recognized that Bennett needed some kind of comfort right now.

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Donna arrived at Bennett's place as soon as she could with a bottle of alcohol in hand. Although Bennett had said she didn't drink, Donna had decided to bring some anyway - just in case. At any rate, she had a feeling that she, herself, might need it after Bennett had told her what exactly had happened when she had been sent home. After all, what did she mean she was supposed to be dead of all things?

She knocked loudly on the door to the apartment, calling as she did so, "Bennett? It's me."

It took Bennett a minute to push Bingley down and then get herself up off the couch. She smoothed down her clothes and tried to run her hand through her hair a few times to get to look like less of a rat's nest. But since she had neglected to straighten in in, oh, a few days now, it was just a mess of curls. She rubbed her temple a bit as she walked over to the door.

"I'm here," Bennett said as she opened the door. She looked exhausted. She really hadn't properly slept in over two days now. Which was...probably part of the reason she had a migraine on top of all the other things that were going on.

When Bennett opened the door, Donna's expression became noticeably more anxious as she took in just how exhausted the other girl looked. She walked into the apartment and headed straight for the kitchen.

"Right, then! Coffee!" she announced, deciding that she needed to get some caffeine into Bennett as soon as possible, "You sit yourself down and I'll make it, alright?" It wasn't really a question, because she had already started looking in the cupboards to find cups and milk.

Bennett just closed the door behind her and went to go sit back down on the couch. Bingley would have jumped back up by Bennett but he was much more concerned with the fact Donna was here and she still hadn't paid any attention to him. So the little pig was following Donna into the kitchen.

Bennett rubbed her temple and sighed, knowing better than to interfere with the whirlwind that was Donna Noble. As stubborn as Bennett was, Donna was equally so and louder and more forceful. She knew it'd be for the best to just let Donna do her thing and wait patiently.

"Second cupboard," She told Donna where the cups were to help, hearing the other woman searching through the kitchen.

"Right!" Donna called back to her, greeting Bingley by patting him affectionately on the head before she continued making two cups of coffee.

A few moments later, she walked into the other room, and put a cup down in front of Bennett on the coffee table, "There you go," she said as she did so.

She took a sip from her own cup and looked at Bennett expectantly. She had decided beforehand to wait for Bennett to tell her, in her own time, what had happened - rather than interrogate her relentlessly for the details. But, despite having decided this, Donna still couldn't help but feel impatient as with each passing moment the worry she felt for her friend grew.

Once Bingley was satisfied, then he took a nice running start and jumped back up on the couch to be by his momma. Inseparable, they were.

Bennett took the cup of coffee and sipped at it before she gave Donna a look.

"I suppose you want me to start explaining what happened, hm?" She asked, forcing a smile onto her face.

Donna spared Bingley an endeared smile as he jumped up on the couch, before her gaze returned to Bennett, "I wouldn't mind an explanation, yeah," she replied, her expression one of concern, "I mean, I've never seen you so--"

Donna started as a memory she was certain wasn't her own filled her mind. Kissing. An act which both participants seemed to be unfamiliar with, not that that detracted from the sheer love behind the gesture.

"Oh. My. God!" Donna blurted out, as soon as she was brought back to the present, "You kissed 'im!" That Topher bloke! You actually kissed 'im!"

Bennett's eyes widened with total utter shock. And perhaps a little bit of fright mixed in there too.

"How did you-How'd you know that?" She squeaked out immediately, her mouth hanging open as she shrunk back against the couch.

"There's no...How do you know that?" She shook her head, looking desperate for some kind of answer.

Now Donna's a bit freaked out, too, "I dunno. It just happens sometimes. When I'm out 'round the City, I see flashes of things when I look at people. Like the day they passed their drivin' test, their weddin' day. Past stuff like that. Never really thought anythin' of it afterwards. Figured it was just me goin' a bit bonkers."

"It's...probably your power. The one the porter gave you," Bennett said, relaxing a bit, "Like it gave my brain an upgrade when I came. Which was a pretty silly power if you ask me, considering I was smart before. But at least it's not impractical." Of course, there she went, babbling on like a lunatic. Bennett sighed.

"But, um, yes. I kissed him. Or rather, he kissed me. But that...that detail is rather trivial compared to everything else."

Donna nodded vaguely. She had a power. Which probably meant that the 'Porter hadn't made a mistake when it brought her here, when it called her a hero of all bloody things. But it obviously had. She wasn't anything special.

She gave herself a mental shake, reminding herself that she had more important things to worry about. Namely, Bennett.

"Right. Yeah. You... You said somethin' on the network, 'bout how you're supposed to be...dead?" she replied, before trying to deny it because she didn't want it to be true, "But you-- you can't be. I mean, here you are. Alive.

"I did, yes. Say something about that," she bit her lips together and tried to put together the right way to tell Donna about what had happened to her back home. It was just hard to say. It sounded so crazy every single time Bennett replayed it in her mind. Completely illogical.

"Well, I guess it started with when he- Topher, hacked my laboratory and kidnapped me to help him with something. I was...reluctant at first. To say the least. But eventually I helped him. Because of the...circumstances. Then he,uh, kissed me and it...it was wonderful...but then, ah, Whiskey. You might have seen her post on the Network. She came up to the lab. We talked. And then she...she pulled out a gun. Out of nowhere. Last thing I remember before...ending back up here in the City was a gunshot," She looked down at the floor, going back to chewing on her lip.

"Oh, my God," Donna whispered, looking visibly horrified, "She shot you?"

She sat up a little straighter in her seat and her expression became one of anger, "That-- That bitch. Just wait 'til I get my hands on her!"

"Donna. Don't. Don't do anything. Nothing good would come of it. Its not like I can prove what happened," Bennett tried to calm her friend down, though she knew it probably wouldn't work.

"But...I'm really quite sure I can't go home now. That if the 'porter decides to send me back then...I'll get dead."

Donna clucked her tongue, clearly irritated, "So you're just gonna let 'er get away with it? What does this... this Topher bloke have to say 'bout all this, eh? I mean, I'm assumin' you've told 'im?"

She heaved a deep sigh and looked at Bennett sympathetically, "That's-- That's horrible, that is. To have to be stuck here of all bloody places."

"No, I'm not. But just...going after her out of the blue isn't...exactly the way to go about it," That was probably insinuating Bennett's connections to a super villain more than she was comfortable with but she was so worked up it didn't really register. She just went on to talk about what Topher had said, her eyes starting to get a tad glossy again.

"I talked to Topher. And he...he just defended her. Like I was the crazy one," She admitted quietly.

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