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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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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.