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[There have been a lot of apologies going around since they'd managed to reforge the 'Fire of Friendship' to drive off the Windigos. Donna's been holding off, too embarrassed to join in the chorus, but there's really not a way to avoid it. At least she can limit the apology proper to the members of the commune. Everyone else? Well, there were a lot of people who could help with building.]

Hey, everybody. This is Donna Noble from the Ponyville Commune. We had some trouble recently and are looking for any help we can get to organize a building party. This isn't just for the commune, though, it's something I'd like to put together for something more regular in case any of us need the help. With everything we've faced since getting here, with as kind as the ponies in Ponyville are, I think we owe it to them to have some sort of, I dunno, on-call group. A bunch of us who'll come and fix something up if it gets knocked down in the latest invasion or whatever. If you'd like to help, please let me know. I'll be setting something up for the commune soon. I know the Agency needs some work for expansion, too, that we could see to helping with after that.

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[Donna takes a deep breath before addressing the scroll this time.]

Donna, here, again. I just wanted to say everybody at the Commune that I'm sorry. I'm the one who half burned down the barn. I'll see to setting it right, help or not, but... I-I need to get ahold of the powers I've suddenly got. They're dangerous. I think I should probably leave for a bit until that's sorted. Plenty of nice caves in the Everfree. [Her smile is more half-hearted than she meant it to be.] I want to make sure the repairs happen, but after that, I'll see myself off just until I can figure out a little more control. Nephenee, I'm more than happy to keep track of the commune's finances still. Just might be a little more work communicating via scroll.

Locked to Terra
[And here's the one that's hardest.]

Terra, we need to talk. I think I caught your magic. How would that happen?

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[Well, that means they need to talk about it.]

Andrew... what I said at the thawing party- what you said, it's... we both know it's true. And I'm not mad, not at you. I'm just... [She realizes there's something she's been needing to say for a long time, longer than just the past few months.] You've got part of me in you, you've got my memories... and you still like me; you're still my best friend and I love you as my best friend.

But if that's true, it means there's a part of me that I've got to like and-and I dunno. You're not all the Doctor and sometimes I want you to be, but only because I'm not- I don't like me, but I like you, Andrew. And whenever I think about the pieces you got from me, I just feel like I'm dragging you down.

Or maybe sometimes things are less than the sum of their parts, alright? You're a lot better than you give yourself credit for, Donna Noble, and the Doctor's the one who was too daft to notice how you really felt until I came along with your memories to spell it out for me.

I've been thinking about it, too, Donna, and you know what I think? I think when you mash two personalities together into one, something is going to go wrong with that. And I'm trying, but when I get it wrong, that's me getting it wrong.

[She wants to believe him, but it's hard. He probably knows how hard that is.]

What have I done since I've gotten here, Andrew? Watched you go mad in hospital, gotten shot, gotten banged up in the mines, nearly gotten killed by spiders, set the barn on fire, gotten into a screaming match with a little girl... How's that better? I don't even have a bloody cutie mark. I guess they haven't got one for temping.

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I got you banged up in the mines when I started a fight -- and nearly got you killed by the spiders, give credit where credit is due. Do you really think I could've convinced Echo to let me stick her in a crystal if you hadn't been there?

[Sigh.] Try to think of it as potential. You still have the chance to get one that means something. You just need to work out what it is.

I dunno... [She's not looking at him.] And if we're going to give credit where it's due, it was those Diamond Dogs that banged me up, not you. You... hah. You can't hold the world on your shoulders, Andrew. You're strong, but nobody's that strong. Not even the Doctor. He was always fine... and that was something that made me sad.

Even if I did think of it like it's potential, what am I good at? Temping. What's that sort of cutie mark look like?

I dunno, I'm pretty sure I remember biting one of them. [He tries to sell it as a joke, but...well, it's true. Painfully true. He doesn't want to touch the topic of how strong he isn't; he's enough of a mess without admitting he's a useless mess.

He rolls his eyes.] What, buzzing in, getting the hang of a new place in the blink of an eye, spotting the problems no one else spotted before you got there? No, I can't imagine how any of that could get you a good cutie mark.

[If they're digging at each others' insecurities here, she can't exactly let that pass.] Hey, I said you couldn't hold the whole world on your own. Didn't say you couldn't hold a piece of it with everybody else.

[If she were self-aware enough to take her own advice, Donna might have found the next words she spoke hypocritical.] And great, I can notice things. Maybe I'll get a spyglass or something. It's not like I've ever actually fixed things when I noticed. That was always the Doctor. Or you. Or somebody else.

[He could tell her what she did -- that she was the one who really defeated the Daleks, not him. All he did was come in later and mop up after she took over where he'd failed miserably. Somehow, though, it doesn't strike him that she'd take being told she brought an entire species to heel while under the influence of the Doctor's mind as quite the encouragement it ought to be, if only for the under the influence of the Doctor's mind bit.

Instead, he's just quiet for a moment before he speaks again.] You're a lot more important than you know, Donna Noble, and I wouldn't be surprised if that were as true here as it was back home.

[She shake her head. He always says that, and she really wants to believe it, but... No. No 'but's this time. Donna looks down at her hooves for a moment. She's spent enough time wallowing. She's spent more than a year here doing that, letting people like Trixie break her down with a few choice words. She doesn't feel like she's worth it, but her friend does. How ungrateful would she be just to keep ignoring him? To ignore the other people who have supported her. When Donna meets Andrew's eyes over the scroll again, her jaw is set.]

Would you help me, then? Figure out what I'm supposed to do? Figure out how I can help anybody here? Really help them. It's hard to believe in me, but... I believe in you Andrew.

[And that means she'll listen.]

Always. [Well, they're even, at least. He doesn't believe in him, but he does believe in Donna. Maybe it'll all balance out.]

Keep me updated? I know you're going to be living it up with Dante and Bertie, but I want you back here with me as soon as you're ready.

Of course. It really won't be long. I've got Terra helping me. And Twilight and another girl with powers, Violet, to help me. Promise I'll be back soon. Can't leave you crazy people in charge of the Commune for too long.

No, 'course not. We're liable to set it on fire. [He chuckles ruefully -- they really do need a fire suppression system.]

Take care of yourself.

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