Something else that was apparent in her childhood was her ability to take to patterns, systems, and schedules with ease. At the age of six, miffed that her mother wouldn’t take her on vacation or even give a good reason as to why she wasn’t going on vacation, Donna made her way to the local bus depot and managed to find a bus that would take her to Strathclyde, where her parents found her bothering a shopkeeper in Glasgow.
Other than spurts of mischief, trouble, and temper, Donna's childhood and adolescence was a pretty well "normal" one. Her greatest joy was having a date to prom – he told her afterwards he was gay – and her greatest heartbreak was losing her grandmother – and even that had the flip side of her doting grandfather moving in with her and her parents after that. After graduating high school, she took a course in business from a local community college while working full-time at her neighbourhood library. Following that graduation, she signed on with a temp agency, and that's been the bulk of her life ever since. Moving into a flat in the city, she lived with a roommate for a few years while they each took on assorted part-time secretarial jobs. On free evenings and weekends, bars and clubs were all the rage for the duo and their friends. After all, Donna was half-way through her twenties by now and, in her mind, far too old to still be single. Practically an old maid, really. While fairly good looks and a charming smile often gave good first impressions, follow-up dating was rare because of her admittedly strong personality. Her flatmate moved out to live with a boyfriend and Donna moved home to live with her parents and grandfather.
In June of 2007, Donna began working at H.C. Clements, a security company in central London secretly owned by the Torchwood Institute. Lance Bennet, head of Human Resources, made Donna a coffee on her first day. Considering she was only a temping secretary, Donna took this to mean all sorts of wonderful things. When he started making her coffee every day, their friendly work relationship, possibly pressured by Donna, turned into dating. After four and a half months, Donna had convinced herself he was The One, she was madly in love with him, and they had better get married before he decided she was too old or something ridiculous like that. The end of October was spent hint-dropping things about marriage and babies, while most of November was dedicated to Donna convincing Lance that they really ought to get married, since they were so perfect for each other. Of course, in any recounting of the tale of their courtship, Donna remained adamant that he was just so wooed by her that he had to marry her immediately. December was a whirl-wind month of joyous planning for Donna Noble-soon-to-be-Bennet, planning the wedding, reception, and honey moon. She suggested Christmas Eve as a date for their nuptials and, bemused, Lance went along.
Finally, the big day came. Donna and her father were halfway down the aisle when, poof, she disappeared in a glowing ball of light through the high-ceilinged church roof. She found herself standing on the flightdeck of the TARDIS, in the presence of one very glum and heartbroken Time Lord called the Doctor. Assuming she'd been somehow kidnapped, she shouted a bit before heading to the door. The TARDIS currently being parked in space, Donna was incredibly surprised to find not London outside, but the nebula created by a sun's recent death. While this lead credibility to this not being an office prank, Donna still believed herself to have been kidnapped and the Doctor spent some time trying to figure out just why she was there before she smacked him and ordered to be taken back to the church. The Doctor managed to park the TARDIS in London, but unfortunately nowhere near the church for the wedding Donna was now late to. As expected with Donna, quite a bit of telling-off ensued for this. Genuinely wanting to help (and likely wanting her out of his hair), the Doctor stepped off to get money from an ATM, only to turn around and find Donna had found a taxi cab that would accept payment upon arrival to the church.
Donna Noble | Doctor Who | 2/?
Other than spurts of mischief, trouble, and temper, Donna's childhood and adolescence was a pretty well "normal" one. Her greatest joy was having a date to prom – he told her afterwards he was gay – and her greatest heartbreak was losing her grandmother – and even that had the flip side of her doting grandfather moving in with her and her parents after that. After graduating high school, she took a course in business from a local community college while working full-time at her neighbourhood library. Following that graduation, she signed on with a temp agency, and that's been the bulk of her life ever since. Moving into a flat in the city, she lived with a roommate for a few years while they each took on assorted part-time secretarial jobs. On free evenings and weekends, bars and clubs were all the rage for the duo and their friends. After all, Donna was half-way through her twenties by now and, in her mind, far too old to still be single. Practically an old maid, really. While fairly good looks and a charming smile often gave good first impressions, follow-up dating was rare because of her admittedly strong personality. Her flatmate moved out to live with a boyfriend and Donna moved home to live with her parents and grandfather.
In June of 2007, Donna began working at H.C. Clements, a security company in central London secretly owned by the Torchwood Institute. Lance Bennet, head of Human Resources, made Donna a coffee on her first day. Considering she was only a temping secretary, Donna took this to mean all sorts of wonderful things. When he started making her coffee every day, their friendly work relationship, possibly pressured by Donna, turned into dating. After four and a half months, Donna had convinced herself he was The One, she was madly in love with him, and they had better get married before he decided she was too old or something ridiculous like that. The end of October was spent hint-dropping things about marriage and babies, while most of November was dedicated to Donna convincing Lance that they really ought to get married, since they were so perfect for each other. Of course, in any recounting of the tale of their courtship, Donna remained adamant that he was just so wooed by her that he had to marry her immediately. December was a whirl-wind month of joyous planning for Donna Noble-soon-to-be-Bennet, planning the wedding, reception, and honey moon. She suggested Christmas Eve as a date for their nuptials and, bemused, Lance went along.
Finally, the big day came. Donna and her father were halfway down the aisle when, poof, she disappeared in a glowing ball of light through the high-ceilinged church roof. She found herself standing on the flightdeck of the TARDIS, in the presence of one very glum and heartbroken Time Lord called the Doctor. Assuming she'd been somehow kidnapped, she shouted a bit before heading to the door. The TARDIS currently being parked in space, Donna was incredibly surprised to find not London outside, but the nebula created by a sun's recent death. While this lead credibility to this not being an office prank, Donna still believed herself to have been kidnapped and the Doctor spent some time trying to figure out just why she was there before she smacked him and ordered to be taken back to the church. The Doctor managed to park the TARDIS in London, but unfortunately nowhere near the church for the wedding Donna was now late to. As expected with Donna, quite a bit of telling-off ensued for this. Genuinely wanting to help (and likely wanting her out of his hair), the Doctor stepped off to get money from an ATM, only to turn around and find Donna had found a taxi cab that would accept payment upon arrival to the church.