"My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit"

Trick, treat, or Tyler? (Aka my Halloween costume and associated funny.)

2009-11-03T23:05:19Z

So epic post of epic will be....well, epic. At least if I'm able to do it all at once. Here goes.

For my costume I chose Rose bloody Mary Sue Tyler, specifically this costume from Boomtown. I'm below the cut.

So by the time our youth group sleepover came about Friday night my feet were killing me, because the shoes don't fit quite right and the nylons had a run in the foot which was bothering me, so I changed into something like this and took my braids out. (See picture on the bottom left, though it's not really that clear what I'm wearing.)

The kicker? I wasn't just Rose. If you haven't noticed, my hair's a bit darker than Rose's. So I was Rose....before the horrible dye job. *is a terrible person and likes it that way* See the story of how I came up with this below.

So this guy Chet who I went to college with? He hates Donna. Like a lot, so much that we've had shouting matches in the coffee shop at school about it. And of course he's a huge Rose fanboy. Kind of funny really. One day we were talking about Who and he got up and shouted "Donna's an annoying bitch!" and then started to walk out. I promptly got up, yelled, "Yeah? Well Rose is a dumb whore!" and walked the other way. Chet freezes, and then roomie said something along the lines of "Doctor, Doctor, I've punched holes in the universe just to snog you because I'm a Sue, etc." and he just freaks and walks out. When we'd seen the Easter special we were discussing it and he asked me how I liked Christina. I said she was all right and that I rather liked her in fact, and when I asked him what he thought of her he said, "Well she wasn't Donna so I liked her." He's had this coming for a long time, let me tell you.

Cue Thursday night. I show up at the Haunted House in my costume and run into Chet. The following....erm, followed.

Me: "Hey Chet, who am I?"
Chet: *looks me over* "A horrible bitch."
Me: "Love you too, you jerk. Do you even know who I am?"
Chet: "Let me guess. Donna."
Me: "Seriously? No way. I'm Rose."
Chet: "Oh. Okay...."
Me: "....before the horrible dye job."
Chet: *after a clearly shocked pause and a fair bit of muttering under his breath* "So an even more epic bitch then."
Me: *grins* "Love you too, buddy."

And that's about it on that. Bwahahahaha!

*uses appropriate icon*

Just Sleeping

2009-11-02T07:30:14Z

I hate my life. Lol not really, but yeah. Anyway, fic below the cut. Gah.

Title:  Just Sleeping
Characters:  Ten, Donna
Rating:  IHML (I hate my life....really though, PG)
Notes: I blame onthetardis for this one. I was in such a perky mood and then I read her latest fic and got on an angst kick. Also, I hadn't done anything for Weekly Drabble Challenge #26 (sleep) at doctor_donna, so it worked out.

It certainly wasn't what he expected. Then again, she hadn't exactly planned on it either.

“Doctor, I'm sorry,” she breathed. “I....I didn't....”

“Shhhh, it's all right.”

“I don't want to go. I was supposed to stay with you-”

“-Forever,” they said together, and she smiled sadly.

“I'm not leaving you, okay? I'm right here.”

“I know,” she murmured, and she squeezed his hand weakly as her eyes finally fluttered closed.

The Doctor allowed her to slide into his lap, staring down at her face. “Donna?” She didn't answer and he smiled sadly. She looked like she was just sleeping.

Taken for a Ride

2009-10-30T03:49:34Z

Wrote this for Miss Katherine for her birthday. Sorry it's late, dear, and I hope it's all right. Happy belated! :)

Title: Taken for a Ride
Characters: The Doctor (Ten), Donna, the TARDIS
Timey-Wimey Factor: Post-JE
Notes: Written for the birthday of Miss katherine_b. Here's the picture she gave as a prompt. :)

The Doctor was sitting in the control room of the TARDIS, flipping absently through an illustrated book on the differences between fission, fusion, and just plain blowing something up. Of course the real title and contents of the book were much more complicated, but it hardly mattered to him; he had stopped reading about ten minutes before, distracted by a strange noise coming from outside.

Finally he gave up on reading and threw the book at the floor by the console, sending it skidding under the controls and into a pile of crumpled up equations, candy wrappers, and an old picture he had found in an abandoned room down the hall. It, of course, had prompted his sudden need to read to get his mind off things; he often did that when he was upset. Well, that and babbled and acted like everything was all right. Of course some people wouldn't have let him get away with it, but they weren't around, so who was going to stop him? He caught another glimpse of the picture and frowned; only part of the woman's face was visible but he could see her smile in his mind regardless. He glared at the picture for a moment then pulled out the sonic screwdriver, adjusted a setting, and set the picture on fire.

“Much better,” he said darkly, watching blankly as the woman's face was consumed, her hair blending with the red flames as the paper curled then turned to a black shrivelled object.

After a moment the Doctor tore his eyes away, hearing the strange noise again. It was as if someone was knocking at the door, but that was impossible; he hadn't been out of the TARDIS in days and he'd left the ship to drift in the Vortex, not wanting to be disturbed by curious aliens or the local wildlife.

“That's impossible,” he muttered as the noise continued, then it died away again and he shrugged, reaching for another book from his pile of 'brainy reading' that he usually used to cheer himself up. The noise quickly returned, however, and he finally got up, stomping to the door. He practically ripped it open and stared in disbelief at what was before him. He wasn't in the Vortex after all; instead, he seemed to be in the middle of a small park.

“Hello?” he ventured, wondering if the noise had perhaps come from a very perceptive woodpecker, but as he looked down he groaned. “Donna, no....”

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He finally settled Donna's body in the medical bay; she had appeared unconscious when he knelt beside her so he had no choice but to carry her inside and lay her to rest on a small couch that had been serving as his bed for the last months, as he was too lazy to use his own bed, much less those of any of his past companions. The entire time the TARDIS was making some sort of strange noise; it was almost as if she was laughing, and yet the Doctor knew there was no way she would find Donna's current predicament amusing, so he simply put it up to poor maintenance and promised his ship that he would start taking care of her properly again.

Donna, of course, seemed to have no idea of the pact he had just made with his ship; she was breathing steadily and her heart rate was normal, but no matter how much he called her name she wouldn't respond. After assuring himself that she wasn't in a coma, he prepared to place her body in a scanner in the corner of the room. As he was about to lift her off the couch her eyes shot open and he dropped her, her body flopping back into the seat with a dull thud.

“What in the-”

“Oi, that hurt!” Donna yelled, rubbing her back with one hand. “Next time I almost die I think I'll do it somewhere where I'll get better treatment. Thanks for that, by the way. Git.”

“Donna, what is going on?”

“What do you think is going on? The TARDIS and I were having you on.”

“You were dying,” he insisted, looking her over as he continued to babble about how he had found her on the ground. “Of course I assumed it was real. It never occurred to me that you were faking.” He blinked, looking back into her eyes. “You were, weren't you? Donna!”

Donna held up her hands, rising from the couch and backing away from him. “Don't look at me, Spaceman. I was just taking a walk when I run into -literally, by the way- this blue box. Of course I think it's a bit weird but I keep going, until I hear someone talking to me. Next thing I know I remember everything and the TARDIS is in my head telling me she's planned an intervention for a certain cranky Time Lord. Who am I to complain?”

“But you can't remember everything! You'll die!”

“Not if the TARDIS sucked out the Time Lord bits of my brain,” Donna put in, grinning toward the wall of the ship. “That's why I couldn't call you out right away; she had to do it when I was inside her, so I had to relax so she could remove all the harmful memories without....oh, I don't know....raping my brain. And don't think I'm over that one, by the way. You owe me one.”

“I was trying to save your life! If you'd have died it would have been-”

“-Your fault, I know.” Donna just rolled her eyes. “Doctor, when are you going to learn?”

The Doctor blinked, staring at her curiously. “Learn.....learn what?”

Donna smiled sadly, sitting down and motioning for him to join her. He complied and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently as she glanced up at the ceiling. “First of all, women are always better than men,” she said, then her expression turned serious again. “And you don't know everything. What's more, not everything's your fault, you know. I made the choice to come with you and if something would have happened to me it would have been my own fault for not being more careful. You got it?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” he said, still looking rather pitiful. Donna quickly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, startling him. “What was that for?”

Donna shrugged. “The TARDIS said it would make you stop moping,” she said simply. “Now come on. Stop looking like such a kicked puppy and let's get out there and do something. I don't know about you, but I've rather missed running for my life. Let's get to it.”

Enter the TARDIS

2009-10-28T04:08:41Z

It seemed only appropriate to post this (again), since it's coming up on Halloweeen. This is the door to my dorm room last year. And yeah, we pretty much kept it up until like Spring Break or something. Epic. :)

Careful

2009-10-23T05:20:03Z

Title:  Careful
Characters:  Ten, Donna, mention of Martha and Rose, Sylvia
Summary:  An extremely late entry for Weekly Drabble Challenge #14 at doctor_donna, for the prompt "lost". I was in a bad mood a while ago because I lost my keys and came up with part of this, but just wrote the rest down today.
Notes:  You'll notice that each section is 100 words exactly, so technically it's a drabble. Sort of. Anyway, that's about it. The last part has spoilers for the end of season four, fyi.

"So you've got a key to the TARDIS now,” the Doctor said as Martha disappeared from the view screen. “Pretty big deal, really.”

“Yup,” Donna muttered, fiddling with the item in question. “I guess so.”

“You know,” he continued, “Rose was excited when I gave her a key. Martha nearly cried.”

Donna looked up at him, her expression unreadable. “Thanks, I guess,” she said flatly, and he frowned. “Come here then,” she laughed, and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Martian.”

“That's more like it,” he said. “Just be careful with it, okay? I don't want to lose either of you.”

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“Doctor, why exactly is your hand in my pocket?”

The Doctor quickly pulled away, holding the key between his thumb and middle finger and gesturing with it. “I told you to take good care of this,” he said sharply.

“I am,” she snapped, snatching the key and stuffing it back into her jacket. “I just can't find my key ring right now, all right? But I want to make sure I've always got it with me.”

The Doctor smiled. “Good enough for me,” he said. “Now come on. And be careful with that, okay?”

Donna rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mum.”

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Donna ran up behind the Doctor, her palms slamming into the blue wood of the TARDIS as she slid to a stop. “Doctor,” she panted, “open the bloody door. Now.”

“I'd love to, but there's a slight problem. I wasn't very careful and seem to have-” Donna screamed then started banging on the doors as they heard a loud explosion, followed by even louder growling. “If you'd brought your key....”

“We were going to dinner,” she hissed. “I didn't think I'd need it.”

“Well, we better run then,” he mumbled, and grabbed her hand. “Because I can't find mine either.”

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“I swear, I am going to die.”

“Oh, pipe down!” There was a loud jangling and the Doctor huffed. “House key, keys to Mum's car, and....when did I get a key to Veena's apartment?” Donna shook her head, flipping the key over her finger and studying another closely. “Are you sure it's gold?”

“I said it wasn't gold!” the Doctor snapped, balancing Donna's many bags in his arms. “You know, just because I'm a superior species doesn't mean I can't have a heart attack.”

Donna rolled her eyes, picked a key, and carefully stuck it in the lock. “Perfect!”

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Sylvia glanced into Donna's room and saw her daughter sitting on her bed. “Donna?”

“Sorry,” Donna muttered as Sylvia walked in, hurriedly wiping her reddened eyes. “Bad day.”

“What's wrong?”

“I lost my key.” Sylvia took the key chain from her hands, examining the various keys hooked onto the metal ring. “I should have been more careful.”

“They're all here,” Sylvia insisted softly, and Donna shook her head. “Donna, if you've lost one you can just get it replaced. Which one is it?”

Donna sniffled, hugging her knees tightly to her chest.

“I don't know,” she murmured. “I can't remember.”

Anywhere

2009-10-13T23:39:58Z

Title: Anywhere
Characters: Donna, brief OCs, the Doctor
Timey-Wimey Factor: Set Post-JE.
Summary/Notes: Written for challenge #27 (anywhere) at doctor_donna

"This is ridiculous!” Donna shouted, slamming a folder down onto her desk. Well, not her desk, exactly, because she had never planned on working there forever, but still. And to be technical it was now someone else's; a hot young blonde, to be exact. Typical.

“You can't sack me just to hire her, you know,” she snapped as she stormed into her now former boss's office. “I don't care who you think you are, you've got no right to-”

“She's a better typist,” the rather fat man behind the expensive wooden desk said flatly. He smiled at her in a patronizing fashion and nodded toward the girl in the short skirt who was going to replace her. “You should see the way she types. Absolutely amazing.”

“Yeah, I'll show you where to stick your typing,” Donna growled. She walked back to her chair and pulled her purse out of the seat, ignoring the looks from the others in the office.

A man in a rather shabby but still nice enough looking suit walked up to her, placing a hand on her arm. “You can fight this, you know,” he said quietly. “We all know what a git he is and we'll help you if you need it. If you like I could speak to-”

“No thanks,” Donna said, startling him as she pulled away. Her expression softened and she smiled at him. “Really, thanks, but it won't help. He won't listen to us anyway. Maybe it's better if I just leave.”

The man smiled back, but before he could say anything the blonde walked in between them, bumping Donna's purse out of her arms. “Excuse me,” the younger woman said loudly, “but I don't believe you work here anymore, so if you could kindly get out of my way.”

Donna huffed, grabbing her purse from the floor, and muttered something under her breath.

“She won't last two weeks,” the young man whispered, shooting a glare at the blonde, who was now fiddling with the keyboard of the computer in front of her, pressing various keys as if to see what they did. “She'll be gone before you know it and he'll be begging you to come back.” Donna shook her head and he sighed. “Fine. Where will you go then?”

“Anywhere but here,” she replied. She managed a small wave at a woman across the room who had taken to ordering lunch with her, then turned around and walked out of the building.

The wind blew her hair in her face and as she pulled it away she found herself face to face with a tall, thin man in a suit that fit much better than her old co-worker's but was just as odd. “Get out of my way,” she snapped, and the man's eyes widened as he looked up at her. “Well, what's your problem, then? You stupid or something?”

She rolled her eyes and stepped around the man. “Nutter,” she mumbled, but she cast a glance back at the man anyway, frowning at his tatty brown suit. “It can't be,” she breathed, and shook her head. She started across the street then her foot slipped on a rock in the middle of the road and the last thing she heard was a stranger yell her name.

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Donna felt someone tugging on her arm and the voice from earlier returned, urgently calling her name over and over. Finally she opened her eyes and she saw the same man's face from before, his brown eyes staring into hers, clearly concerned. “Donna, can you hear me?”

“Yeah.” She groaned, pressing her palm to her forehead. “How do you know my name?”

“I....I checked your purse,” he said lamely. “I found your wallet in the pocket.”

“Fine, whatever,” she mumbled, then she looked up at him and frowned. “I forgot my wallet today,” she said, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. She sat up and slid away, suddenly realizing that she was no longer on the street, but instead in what looked like a small bedroom. “Who are you? Where did you take me?” He tried to reach for her arm but she slapped at his hand. “Are you some sort of rapist or something? Because I'll bloody kill you, Mister. Watch it.”

“I'm not going to hurt you,” the man insisted. Donna shook her head and suddenly felt rather dizzy, her vision growing fuzzy. She winced and the man stepped toward her again, grabbing an ice pack off the small table beside the bed. “Just let me help, okay? I won't hurt you.”

“Yeah, sure you won't,” Donna snapped. The man shook his head sadly and ignored her protests as he gently pressed the ice to the side of her head, the throbbing pain in her temple subsiding. She glanced up at him again and smiled hesitantly. “So who are you then?”

The man hesitated, then looked away and muttered, “John Smith.”

“Right,” Donna scoffed. “No one really has that name, you know. Who are you really?”

“I can't say,” he muttered. Donna hissed in pain and he frowned, pulling the ice pack away. “You know, you've got a rather nasty bump. I wonder if you've got a concussion.”

“What are you, some sort of doctor or something?”

The man smiled, handing her the ice pack and standing up. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I am.”

“Great,” Donna sighed, pressing the pack to her head again. “Just what I need, another bloody doctor. It's not like you'll do any more good than the rest of them.”

“How do you mean?” the man asked, pulling a chair beside her. “You've seen a lot of doctors?”

“You have no idea,” Donna replied. “I had this....oh, like you'd even care.”

“Tell me,” the man insisted.

Donna looked at him and noticed that he was staring at her intently, like she was something either very valuable or very strange. Probably the second one, Donna thought glumly, and tried to smile at him as she adjusted the ice on her head again. He smiled back but it was an empty expression and she decided that the man looked as miserable as she felt.

“I got sick,” she told him finally. “That rubbish with the planets disappearing a few months back? Apparently what really happened was that there was a gas leak and it made people see all sorts of funny things in the sky. At least that's what my granddad told me, and he wouldn't lie so it's got to be true. I must have had some sort of allergic reaction to it and my mum said I was asleep for several days. When I woke up everything was sorted out again but I couldn't remember anything that had happened to me since....since my dad got sick,” she finished softly. She sniffled then looked up at him and wiped her eyes. “Sorry. I didn't mean to be weird.”

“It's fine,” the Doctor assured her. He smiled at her, wondering exactly when Donna had grown soft. When he'd left her at home she seemed the same shouty rude woman he'd met on her wedding day, but now she was practically crying in front of a complete stranger. On the other hand, she accused me of kidnapping her again. No change there then. He noticed her staring at him strangely and smiled. “What happened to him?” he asked, and Donna frowned.

“He'd been ill for a while but he was so excited about me getting married he wouldn't rest. Silly git,” she murmured, “always trying to do stuff for me.” She laughed quietly, clearly trying not to cry again. “My fiancé, Lance, he ran off because one of our friends told him I was pregnant. I wasn't, of course,” she said, and he nodded sharply, “but he never really did have a spine; I practically had to beg him to marry me. But he loved me. Only man besides my dad and my gramps who treated me like I was worth anything.”

“Donna, I think you're-” He bit his tongue, literally, and Donna saw him wince. “I'm fine,” he mumbled. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a couple of pills, taking a bottle of water off the table and handing both of them to her. “Well, it's been nice talking to you but I think you can manage on your own now. Take those; they'll help with the pain.”

Donna studied the pills for a moment then nodded, twisting the cap off the water bottle. He turned away as Donna raised her hand to her mouth and she deftly dropped the capsules down the front of her blouse, a trick she had learned in high school when a guy at a party had tried to give her drugs. She grinned, and as the man turned back toward her she put the bottle to her lips, pulling it away when he smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said, smiling at her warmly, and stared at her. “Are you feeling better now?”

She nodded, and after a moment she let the grin slide off her face and rolled her eyes up into her head, flopping against the mattress. She even let the water fall out of her hands for effect and it splashed out, running over the blankets and onto the floor. She heard the man's footsteps sound on the floor as he walked over to her.

“Donna?” he called softly, and she forced herself to relax as he touched her. “Donna, are you awake?” When she didn't respond he squeezed her arm and then she felt him brushing the hair off her face, carefully pressing his fingers over where she'd banged her head. She wanted to tell him to keep her hands to himself but settled for what she hoped was a convincing moan instead. “Oh, Donna, I'm sorry,” he said softly, and his hand slid down her cheek. “I'm so sorry,” he repeated. “I'll try not to hurt you again, okay? I promise.”

She swallowed, slightly panicked now, but managed to keep her body limp as he stroked the side of her face. “Donna, I've missed you so much,” he murmured, and she felt him press his lips to her forehead. “No fever,” he said, sounding rather relieved, and while she was still wondering why a concussion would give her a fever he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, the other hand brushing her knees as he slid his skinny arm under them. “It's going to be all right, Donna,” he whispered in her ear. “I'm right here, and nothing's going to-”

“All right, what's the big idea?” she shouted, deciding she'd had enough. The man dropped her back onto the bed and she winced as the jolt made her headache return. Still, she ignored it and pulled away from him, pressing herself into the corner and pulling her knees to her chest.

“Donna, I- I thought you were asleep,” he stammered.

“Yeah, well I'm not,” she barked. “You tried to drug me. Why did you-” She gasped, holding herself tighter. “You are a rapist or something, aren't you? You were just messing with me!”

“Donna, I'm a doctor, okay? I was just trying to help you, I-”

“You're not playing doctor with me, Sunshine!” she roared. He flinched at how loud she was yelling but suddenly the angry expression dropped from her face and she frowned at him, her eyes moving up and down his scruffy brown suit, his white trainers which had various colors of dirt and muck on them, and his spiky brown hair that looked like a hedgehog perched on his skinny neck. “Do I know you?” she asked finally. “You....you look really familiar.”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, you don't know me. Listen, you can leave, but I need to-” He reached for her and she thrust out her foot, barely missing his head. “Donna, please trust me.”

“And why should I?” Donna snapped. The man didn't seem to have an answer and she nodded sharply. “I thought not.” She stood up, keeping her eyes on him, but quickly lost her balance. The man dashed forward to catch her and she collapsed into his arms., too dizzy to push him away. “What did you do to me?” she asked breathlessly. “And who are you?”

“No one of consequence,” he replied. He helped her back to her feet, gripping her arms as she swayed slightly. “You all right?” he said, staring down at her in worry, and she slowly nodded. “Okay. I'll take you home then. If you just- Donna?”

Donna stared at him for a moment longer then her eyes widened. “Doctor?”

“I....yeah, I'm a doctor, that's right. No concussion then, I guess,” he said, quickly pulling away from her. He practically shoved her onto the bed, turning to leave, but Donna called his name again and he stopped, slowly turning back to face her. “What gave me away?”

“You smell,” Donna said after a moment. The Doctor huffed indignantly and she laughed, motioning for him to join her. “You smell like bananas and those awful chocolate cookies you like so much and....” She leaned against him, settling her head on his shoulder. “And it rained wherever you were last. I love rain, you know. Snow not so much, but rain, yes.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around her, and she took a deep breath. “Let's see, what else? The oil you use in the TARDIS -though I don't know why, because she doesn't need it- and your hair gel that I used by mistake that one time. You remember? It turned my hair purple and- Oi, don't laugh! It was awful!” She heard him chuckle again and sighed, relaxing into his arm. “Of course you always smell like jelly babies, and....” She sniffed again and made a face, covering her mouth. “You never did wash your coat after the Oodsphere, did you?”

The Doctor chuckled. “Guilty,” he said with a shrug, then he frowned. “You know who I am.” Donna nodded and he stared at her curiously. “You certainly didn't before.”

“Ten points to the supergenius,” Donna said, and looked up at him. “Well? What's going on?”

“I don't know,” he replied honestly, shaking his head and running a hand through his messy hair. He paced around the room for a moment, Donna watching him. “We could- no, that won't work. Oh, maybe I could....” He turned to her, staring at her quizzically. “Do you like your hair?” Donna's eyes widened and she tugged absently on a stray curl, shoving the red strands back into place as she backed away. “Right, that idea's out then.”

“Doctor,” Donna said after a moment, “why do you have to do anything anyway?”

“Well you can't stay here,” he insisted, turning to face her. He was about to explain that he was under no circumstances going to allow her to talk him into not wiping her mind when he saw the look on her face; she appeared confused, even lost, and he studied her carefully. “Donna?”

“Doctor?” She blinked a couple times, looking around. “Where am I? I've never been here.”

“You're in my bedroom,” he answered. “I needed to have access to the medical bay but it was too dangerous to leave you in there or let you rest in your old room.” Donna nodded absently and he frowned. “Donna, is something wrong? You look upset.”

“I'm fine,” she assured him. She looked around again then sighed. “I just don't understand why I have to leave again. Did I do something wrong?” She managed a quick grin and shook her head. “More like you did something wrong, but that's not the point. Why am I going home?”

The Doctor stared at her incredulously, watching as she picked at one of her fingernails. “Are you sure nothing's wrong?” he said. He quickly walked over and pressed his fingertips to her temples, taking care to avoid the bruise on the side of her face from the rock. “Donna, you-”

“-Have no idea what's going on,” they said in unison.

His fingers dropped from her face and he frowned. “Why don't you remember?”

“Remember what?” she asked. She rubbed her forehead and quickly pulled her hand away, wincing. “Doctor, my head hurts. Whatever you did, do it again and I'll kill you.”

“Oh, of course!” the Doctor said. “Thick, thick, thick, that's me! The bump to your head must have triggered a- oh, it doesn't matter. You're safe!” He gathered Donna in his arms and swung her around the room, holding her tightly. “Oh,” he said as he set her back down on the ground. “You do know who I am, right?” Donna slapped him across the face. “Yup, you remember me,” he said dryly.

“You bet I do,” she said. “Now tell me what's going on. Why do I remember you and everything else but have no idea why you'd be trying to take my memories?”

“The knock to your head,” he replied simply. “You must have recognized me on some level when I bumped into you on the street, and when you hit your head it caused a concussion of some sort. And I thought I'd regenerate tripping over a brick,” he chuckled, looking into her eyes to make sure there was no damage. “Anyway, it triggered a bit of amnesia, and since the memories of me -literally, my thoughts, all the traces of the DoctorDonna- were at the front of your mind, figuratively speaking, it erased them. Your brain managed to do to itself what I didn't quite do properly the first time. Do you mind?” He gestured toward her face and she nodded, still looking very confused as he pressed his fingers back to her temples. “Aha!” he shouted, startling her. “Just as I suspected. There's evidence those memories were triggered, but they're....well, they're not here.” He grinned, hugging her again. “Donna, you're fine!”

“Glad to hear it,” she said, shrugging and rubbing over the bump on her head again.

“So what now?”

“How about you take me home?” Donna suggested nonchalantly, and the Doctor's face fell. She noticed his expression and reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “I'm kidding,” she assured him. “But you're going to tell me why you took my memories in the first place, because I remember being here and then I remember being home but not how I got there and I don't know why you'd do that to me. Tell me what happened and I'll see if I want to stay, all right?”

The Doctor nodded curtly. “That seems fair,” he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Do you remember the daleks? And Rose?” Donna nodded. “Okay, good. So when all that was going on there was....well, an accident, sort of, and my brain got transferred into yours. Oh, you were so brilliant, Donna! I mean even more than before, of course. But it hurt you and there was no other way to save you in time, so I had to-”

“I want dinner,” Donna said suddenly. “You abducted me right before lunch and I'm hungry. The least you could do is buy me something to eat.” The Doctor stared at her, and he noticed the grin slowly spreading on her face. “Well? Are you going to let me starve or what?”

“Dinner it is,” he said, tightening his grip on her fingers briefly before letting go. “What are you hungry for? Chinese? Italian? Or maybe that planet with the fantastic banana pancakes.” Donna shrugged. “What? You don't like pancakes anymore? Where do you want to go then?”

“Anywhere,” Donna answered quietly. “Take me anywhere.”

A bit of fanwank. Just a bit, I swear.

2009-10-06T19:09:07Z

Saw the new Doctor Who logo today, courtesy of my precious Miranda. (It's here if you want to see.) The design honestly isn't that bad, but I hate the font to no end. The poor other girl in the office got subjected to me going "oh, frick no" when I saw it, and when I showed it to her she completely agreed. (P.S. She's a graphic design person, so she knows crap like this.) Gah. Apparently new titles and everything too, which means.....well, I hate it. I don't mind change, don't get me wrong, but with the TARDIS changing too and everything/everyone else going off after Christmas it will hardly be the same show anymore. But still, I'll get used to it. Eventually. :p

And now some pictures to brighten your day! (Yes, each word of this line is a separate link. You've been warned. Ten fan girls ~~untie~~ unite!)

Ship Fic Masterlist

2009-09-21T06:17:32Z

So there's enough of you rabid shipper types on my f-list that I've written quite a bit of ship fic for birthdays, get wells, random promptings, etc. This isn't all my ship fic, but it's the ship fics that involve my little Time Family. They're all listed in order and I'll try to keep it updated and stuff. I hate you all. Also, I could kill you with my brain. :p

Title: C is for....
Characters: Doctor/Donna and someone else too
Summary:  prompt was "ice cream and cake"
Rating:  R for ridiculously sugar-tastic
Notes: written for time_converges for her birthday for the prompt 'ice cream and cake'. (Aka the one that started it all....)

Title:  An (Un)Eventful Breakfast
Characters:  Donna/the Doctor, Ian (you'll figure out who he is pretty quickly)
Summary: a continuation of "C is for...."
Rating:  F for fluff
Notes:  Written for Clare (shining_moment) for her birthday. The prompt was 'breakfast'.

Title: Breaking Even
Characters:  Ten/Donna, Martha/Tom, and spawn
Rating: PG
Summary:  Set more or less directly after the previous. Requested by kwiknkleen

Title: I Could See Everything From Up There
Characters:  Doctor/Donna, Ian, Robbie, and Audrey
Summary: written for hp_chloe's birthday, for the prompt 'bubbles'

Title:  Extra Points
Characters:  Doctor/Donna, Ian, Robbie, Audrey (aka my little Time Family) and a mention of a couple others
Summary:  The Time Tots play a game. Donna and the Doctor lose, bigtime. :p
Rating:  G
Notes:  Written for katherine_b as part of my ficcing birthday ages ago, for the prompt 'fluffy handcuffs.'

Extra Points

2009-09-21T05:58:30Z

Title:  Extra Points
Characters:  Doctor/Donna, Ian, Robbie, Audrey (aka my little Time Family) and a mention of a couple others
Summary:  The Time Tots play a game. Donna and the Doctor lose, bigtime. :p
Rating:  G
Notes:  Written for katherine_b as part of my ficcing birthday ages ago, for the prompt 'fluffy handcuffs.' This is a follow-up to a whole bunch of other ship fics, because it's less taxing on my non-shipper brain that way. ;)

"Doctor, this is all your fault....”

“For once I'm not even going to bother to argue with you.”

“You better not,” Donna muttered, squirming beside him. She turned to one side, bending over at a strange angle. “Ow!”

“Donna, be careful!”

“Oh shut it,” she snapped. “I'm fine. I just want to get out of here.” She yanked away again then flopped back against the railing and frowned. “Why does she even have handcuffs?”

“Well....if you really must know....”

“Oh, get on with it!”

“She wanted something to do,” the Doctor finally told her. “She said she gets bored when Alison and Martha aren't visiting. The boys wouldn't play with her beryllium sphere or help her try to animate her dolls -which doesn't make sense to me at all, because I thought that was loads of fun when I was their age- so she decided to play one of their games instead.”

“And she had to have functional handcuffs?”

“The Shadow Proclamation's work!” he protested. “I don't want to give her false expectations.”

“Yes, because the fuzzy yellow bits are completely realistic,” Donna deadpanned.

“Well, they did try ones like that for a bit but the prisoners kept giggling.”

“I wonder why....” Donna huffed, then shifted uncomfortably. “So how long until the game's over and we get out of these things?”

“You mean you don't like it?” the Doctor said, feigning a pout. “I think it's fun!”

“Well you might but I rather need to use the restroom so I want to get out of here. How do we get out of these things?” The Doctor frowned. “Well, go on. It's not like I can slap you.”

The Doctor's face brightened. “You know what, you can't!” he said, grinning. “Brilliant!”

“Doctor....”

“Right, sorry. Anyway, the game ends when all the 'prisoners' are caught. Ian and Robbie have always tied, but since there's three of them now it'll be a bit harder. I'm guessing they'll be bringing the last of the fugitives into the control room in about....ah, right on time.”

Two younger children entered the room, an older boy trudging along between them. “Dad, I think it's time we stopped playing this,” he muttered. “Robbie actually beat me for once.”

“You bet I did!” the younger boy piped up, shaking his red hair out of his eyes. “I caught him, Dad, look! I caught Ian!”

“You sure did,” the Doctor chuckled. “Now what's Audrey doing?”

“He caught me too,” she said solemnly. “I ran real fast but Ian helped him lock me in the-”

“Never mind,” Ian cut in, clearing his throat loudly. “Robbie's just getting faster, that's all.”

“Lovely,” Donna said. “So the game's over. Can I be let loose now?” All three children shook their heads in unison and Donna sighed heavily, leaning against the railing. “And why not?”

“Because we've not added up points,” Robbie said brightly. “I got Ian and Audrey, so that's 20 each, and I didn't get caught, so that's another fifteen. That's-”

“Fifty-five,” Ian interjected. “What? I need to practice for my calculus test tomorrow.”

“I win!” Audrey said suddenly, and both boys turned to stare at her. “Well, I did! I got caught, so I get twenty points off, but I caught Daddy, which you said is worth fifty.”

“I told her you shouldn't have told her that,” Ian muttered.

Robbie shrugged. “Well, you always catch him. It's not my fault.” While they argued under their breath Audrey continued to review her part in the game.

“-And I caught Mum, and she's worth 25, so that's-”

“Oi, why am I worth less?” Donna said irritably. “I'll have you know I can run just about as fast as your father, young lady.”

“The boys said you were easier to catch 'cause if one of us yells you come running. Half the time you don't even know they've got you,” Audrey said simply, and the Doctor stifled a laugh.

“All right fine,” Donna said, shaking her head and finally smiling. “Get on with it, silly.”

“You didn't win though,” Robbie said, sticking out his tongue. His mother gave him a sharp 'Oi!' and his tongue darted back into his mouth but he still smiled smugly. “We tied. Ha!”

Audrey shook her head and the smiles slowly slid off the boys' faces. “I win,” Audrey explained, turning back to her mother, “because I caught you and Daddy. And I get an extra five points for catching the baby too, so I've got sixty. See? I win!”

Both boys glared down at Donna's stomach as Audrey released her parents. Donna giggled as she hugged her daughter then headed off down the hall just as the boys chorused, “Not fair!”

You Lemon

2009-09-20T04:55:44Z

Title:  You Lemon
Characters:  Ten, Donna, and a bit of Martha
Summary:  The Doctor's still a bit sick. Written for loves_glamour for her birthday, for the prompt 'lemon'. She's still a bit ill I think so I just did this as a follow up to the last fic I did for her, Ni Sam Ought Ick. You don't need to read that first but I think it's funnier that way.

"Has he always been this bad?”

“Oi, let me go! And I can still hear you, thanks!”

“Yup. He got something like chicken pox once when I was with him. If I hadn't stopped him from scratching he wouldn't have a nose.”

“Still right here!”

“Actually,” Donna said, tilting her head thoughtfully, “I think that might be an improvement.”

“Oi!”

“Oh, shut it,” the women chorused.

Martha leaned over and when she reentered his field of vision she had a large needle. His eyes widened and he saw Donna smirk out of the corner of his eye. “At least he's making sense now,” she said, sitting down beside him. “Well, as much sense as he usually does.”

“Oi,” the Doctor protested, then the needle made contact with his arm and within a minute his eyes drifted closed and Donna's teasing faded away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Doctor? Doctor, wake up. It's me, Donna. Are you feeling better?” The Doctor groaned noncommittally and Donna rolled her eyes. “Oi, Spaceboy, are you all right?”

“Spaceboy? Who are you calling Spaceboy? I'm 300 times your age, you know.”

“Flatterer,” Donna said, and as he opened his eyes she reached for a dark blue mug on the side table. “I got you a present, Doctor. Martha said it would help. She had to get home to Tom.”

The Doctor immediately perked up and Donna laughed, putting her arm on his shoulder. “Easy, Martian. It's just a cup of tea with some medicine in it. But I added a bit of lemon. That's what my dad always did for me when I was a little girl.”

“That sounds lovely,” the Doctor replied. He took the cup from Donna's hands and sipped at its contents, handing it back to her once it was empty. “Thanks. But you know you don't need to take care of me. I'll be fine, really.”

“Sure you will,” Donna teased, nodding toward his chest, his banana print pajamas catching his eye. “You have no idea how hard it was for the two of us to undress you with our eyes closed.”

“Oi! You lot undressed me! I should....I should....I should probably be mad or something....”

“Yeah, but you're going to be too busy sleeping, I think,” she said as his head flopped to the side. She sent Martha a quick text to let her know the Doctor was all right then glanced down at her sleeping friend. “You lemon. Just get some rest, and you can whine at me when you wake up.”

Ni Sam Ought Ick

2009-09-17T18:11:18Z

Title: Ni Sam Ought Ick
Characters:  Ten, Donna (Ten/Donna if you squint like mad)
Summary:  The Doctor's sick but isn't about to admit it
Notes:  written for a sick loves_glamour. And the title will make sense once you've read the fic. ;)

"This shouldn't be happening, you know.”

“Really? 'Cause I think you deserve it.”

“That's not very nice,” the Doctor pouted, sniffling. “It's not my fault.”

“Of course not,” Donna said flatly, passing him a tissue. “Because it was my idea to run around in Arctic temperatures without my jacket on. Please forgive me for the misunderstanding.”

“Done,” the Doctor said, and she just rolled her eyes. “No, really though, I'm not sick.”

“All right, prove it. You said you'd teach me some sort of Gallifreyan dance thing. Do it now.”

“Fine, I will.” They both stood and Donna smirked as he hopped around on one foot, attempting to put his trainers on while blowing his nose at the same time.

“Doctor,” she said, stifling a laugh, “would you rather I just took my shoes off?”

He smiled sheepishly and nodded. “That'd be nice, thanks.”

A moment later they stood in the middle of his room, both of them barefoot. The Doctor wrapped an arm around her shoulders and explained the correct starting position for the dance, although it took a bit for Donna to realize that he was instructing her to put her 'wrist' in his hand rather than something else. She apologized for slapping him and they continued.

“Doctor, are you sure you feel up to doing this?” she asked, and he nodded. “All right then....”

They danced for a minute, trying to keep as much space between them as possible while also attempting to perform the rather complicated steps correctly, and suddenly the Doctor grinned.

“Now this is the hardest bit,” he said, pulling away from her. “You've got to spin like-” He started to turn but, as Donna had originally suspected, was fairly dizzy and when he spun he nearly fell to the floor, glancing up at Donna as she wrapped her arms around his chest.

“Easy, Spaceman,” she said, slowly collapsing to the floor with him. “You should go to a doctor.”

“I am the Doctor,” he replied petulantly, and she just rolled her eyes again. After a moment she stopped laughing, looking down at him with concern. “What is it now?” he whined.

“You know, you really don't look well. I mean it, Doctor, I'm worried.”

“I'm fine,” he insisted. “Leery, I leaf knife. Must tree, Donna.”

"Riiiight,” The Doctor nodded then his head drooped sideways onto Donna's chest and he started to snore. “I hate you,” she muttered, reaching for her phone. “Martha? Yeah, I'm fine, but he's got some Martian flu and he fell asleep on me again. Want to come help?"

Too Soon

2009-09-16T18:06:42Z

Title:  Too Soon
Characters:  The Doctor (10), Donna, Wilf, and a bit of Sylvia
Notes:  Wibble-y wobbly, timey wimey crack. Set for the Doctor somewhere between Voyage of the Damned (I'm thinking right after) and Partners in Crime. Post-JE for everyone else.
More Notes:  You have been warned. Character death ensues. (Oh, and this is for Katherine. I kept my promise at last.)

"And the hand brake,” the Doctor said, flipping a couple other switches as he made his way around the console. He'd gotten into a habit of talking to himself lately, ever since his last companion had left. She had been good for him, possibly too good, then he'd gone and mucked things up and lost her. “Fantastic job, Doctor,” he muttered, and banged the console.

He was just about to step out of the TARDIS when he saw something flash out of the corner of his eye. “What's this then?” he said quietly, grabbing the psychic paper off the column where it had been resting. He stared at it for a moment, his nose scrunched up in thought. “What?!”

The psychic paper repeated its message urgently. “Chiswick. Hurry. Please,” it read, and the Doctor obediently slammed the TARDIS doors shut, raced over to the console, and set the ship to take him to London.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wilf was already waiting outside when the TARDIS appeared across the street, and a tall, thin man in a brown suit stepped out. “Doctor!” he shouted, and the Doctor stared at him, confused.

“Well hello again,” he said finally, and walked up to shake Wilf's hand, grinning. Wilf froze for a moment then shook his head and tugged on his arm, leading him inside. “What's going on?”

“You know full well what's going on,” a woman snapped, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. “She's upstairs,” she said simply, as if he was supposed to know who she meant, and turned away, marching into the kitchen. “If you hurt her....”

“Hurt who?” he asked, glancing around the house anxiously. “What's going on here?” The woman turned again to glare at him and suddenly his eyes lit up. “Hold on, I know you!”

“That's not funny, Doctor,” Wilf snapped, practically shoving him up the stairs. “I'll have you know, sir, she smacks even harder than Donna, so you best be careful.”

The Doctor shuddered at the thought then laughed. “Somehow I don't think Donna will be slapping me again,” he said, but abruptly stopped chuckling at Wilf's expression.

“Doctor, stop it,” Wilf said quietly. “Please don't talk like that.” He swallowed, tears evident in his eyes, and hurried the rest of the way up the stairs. “You can't be too late, you just can't.”

“What are you all talking about?” the Doctor said, rushing after the older man. “What's- Oh.”

Wilf had opened a door to reveal a woman tossing and turning in her bed, moaning softly. “I don't think she's got very long,” Wilf murmured, sitting down at Donna's side and stroking her hair away from her face. “Please tell me you can save my baby girl.”

“I don't understand,” the Doctor said. He stared at Donna for a moment then rushed over to her as she suddenly cried out in pain, her body jerking violently under her sheets. “She was fine when I left her,” he mumbled, pulling a stethoscope from his pants pocket. “I scanned her for particles and there weren't any left. She shouldn't be having a reaction. She should be fine.”

“You said this could happen,” Wilf said softly. “You said it could kill her but I didn't think it would be like this.” Donna was crying in her sleep and he pulled her into his arms, rocking her back and forth as the Doctor continued to look her over. “What's happening to her?”

“I....I have no idea,” the Doctor replied after a moment. “But there's no particles in her system and she said the Empress didn't touch her, so I can't think of any sort of explanation.” Donna began to seize in her grandfather's arms and the Doctor frowned. “What is going on here?”

Donna's eyes suddenly snapped open and she immediately launched herself into the Doctor's arms, hugging him tightly. “You're finally here,” she said, clearly relieved. “I've never tried to use the psychic paper before so I didn't know if it would-” She cried out in pain, holding onto him even tighter as she sobbed. “Doctor, it hurts. Please....please make it stop.” She looked up at him for a moment then slowly pulled away, reaching for Wilf's arm as she clutched her head with her other hand. “He has to go,” she said simply. “Doctor, you have to leave.”

“Leave?” Wilf protested. “Donna, he can't leave! He's got to help you!”

“He can't,” Donna said softly. “He would if he could but he can't.”

“What do you mean he can't?” Wilf shouted, and Donna flinched. He wrapped an arm around her, gently kissing her hair. “I'm sorry, sweetheart. What do you mean he can't?”

“He can't now. It's my fault,” she said quietly. “I got him to come, but it's not the right time. It's too soon.” She sighed heavily. “Now I know what River meant.” Both men were still staring at her and she looked at the Doctor again, frowning. “How do you know me?”

“Christmas,” he replied simply. “Don't you remember, Donna? The Racnoss?”

“Of course I do, Spaceman,” she replied. “I remember everything else, too, so don't start asking questions I can't give the answer to. Though I'm sure Martha could help with that.”

“Martha's gone,” the Doctor said solemnly. “She left to take care of her family after- Hang on, how did you know about Martha? I hadn't even met Martha when I last saw you.”

“Exactly,” she said, squeezing Wilf's arm tighter. “See? You can't help me. And even if you did, it would be some sort of paradox or something, and I'm not worth that. Now get out.”

“Tell me what's wrong with you and I can,” he countered. “Was it the Racnoss? Did she-”

Donna screamed, burying her head into Wilf's shoulder, and she looked up at her grandfather desperately. “He can't be here,” she managed to gasp, “it's not the right time. Please, Granddad, it's not my Doctor.” She looked up at the Doctor for a moment. “Spoilers,” she murmured, and then her grip on Wilf's arm went slack and she slipped out of his hold, sliding to the floor.

“Donna?” the Doctor said urgently. He turned over her body and to both his and Wilf's horror Donna wasn't breathing. “Donna!” he shouted, pressing on her chest as Wilf knelt beside her, blowing into her mouth. After several seconds Donna coughed, finally managing a shallow breath, and the Doctor looked up at Wilf. “Tell me what's happening to her.”

“I....” Wilf paused, glancing down at Donna, then met the Doctor's gaze again and swallowed. “Her mind,” he replied quickly, “it's her mind. You said before that she's got you in her head.”

Donna groaned and Wilf bent down to kiss her on the forehead. “I'm sorry, love, but I've got to try,” he said softly. “My stubborn little girl. You've got to let him help you.”

“Me in her head?” the Doctor said, puzzled. “How could she have me in- Oh. Oh!”

“What is it, Doctor?” Wilf asked. “Do you know how to save her?”

“She's part Time Lord! Of course! That's what I feel, in the back of my head.” He glanced at Wilf, grinning. “I can feel all the Time Lords -well, Time Ladies, as the case is here- inside my head all the time, but now they're gone there's just been silence for so long. Until I got here, and I could hear someone in my mind, like they were looking for me. Of course!”

“That's right, Doctor,” Wilf said, looking excited. “So do you know how to take the Time Lord parts out of her? Can you just lock it all away again? There's got to be something you can do!”

“Lock it away? Why would I lock it away? That's madness! Unless of course....” He placed his hand over Donna's chest and Wilf was about to slap the man for touching his granddaughter like that until he saw the look on the Doctor's face. “She's not a Time Lord,” he said sadly. “She hasn't got two hearts. I was imagining things. It really is just me again. I'm still alone.”

There were several moments of silence, then suddenly Donna shifted uncomfortably on the floor. “Doctor,” she murmured, then she whispered something that sounded to Wilf like gibberish. The Doctor's face went incredibly pale and he backed away from her, his eyes wide.

“Doctor, what is it?” Wilf asked. “What did she say?”

“I can't help her,” the Doctor said, shaking his head. He gestured for Wilf to take Donna's feet as he picked her up by the shoulders, lifting her back onto the bed. “I'm sorry,” he added as they tucked her in, her body shuddering violently as he placed another blanket on her, “I really am sorry, but there's nothing I can do.”

Donna was whimpering in pain, her eyes moving rapidly under her lids. Her skin was even more pale than the Doctor's had been a few moments before and he could hear a soft choking noise coming from her throat, her lips slowly losing their normal red color. “Doctor, do something!” Wilf ordered. “She's bloody dying. Help her!”

“I can't,” the Doctor insisted. “There's only one thing I can do.” Wilf watched as the Doctor bent over beside Donna's body, placing his fingers on the side of her face. Immediately the plaintive moans stopped and Donna relaxed, her expression peaceful. “She's not in pain,” the Doctor said softly. “Whatever's doing this to her, she can't feel it. That's all I can do.”

They both stared at Donna as her breathing slowed until finally she was still. Wilf blinked a couple times then started to cry, sitting beside his granddaughter's body. “It was too soon, too soon to lose our girl. You said she was the most important woman in the universe,” he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “She still was, you know. To me and her mum.”

“I'm sure she was,” the Doctor agreed. “She was....she saved my life, I guess you could say. Not too many temps could say that. I guess she was special after all.”

Wilf didn't bother to correct him, and after a few more minutes the Doctor quietly said goodbye and walked out. As he stepped back into the TARDIS he saw another message on the psychic paper. The wording was faded and the writing was sloppy; whoever had tried to reach him must have been desperate, in a hurry, or most likely very weak. He picked it up and read it, surprised by how long the message really was.

Doctor: I know you don't understand this now, but you will. It's not your fault, and I don't blame you for anything. I wouldn't have changed my time with you for the world(s). Thanks for seeing me like no one else ever has. Love, Donna. P.S. Erase your memory and burn this bit of psychic paper. There's another in the third room on the left; just take it out of the purple covering and it'll work fine. Take care, Martian. And be magnificent.

The Doctor stared at it for a moment, then smiled sadly, ripped the paper in half, and started down the corridor, the last of Donna's words fading as he walked into her future room.

Edible, Not Audible

2009-09-16T04:54:14Z

Title: Edible, Not Audible
Summary: Continuation of my "Personal Produce" ficlets, which can all stand by themselves but are funnier if read as a series. Blame katherine_b, who started it. Masterlist is here.
Notes: prompt was grapes. Coming soon, "lemons". Unless something else bites first.

Donna strode into the kitchen, walked straight past the Doctor, grabbed an apple, and sat down, frowning. “Oh.”

Sitting before her was a large bowl of fruit containing oranges, grapes, strawberries, and of course bananas. There were other fruits as well, but none of them looked familiar and she automatically slid the bowl away with a grimace.

“The ones by your thumb are actually quite tasty, by the way,” the Doctor put in, as if he had just noticed she was there. “Go on, try one.”

“No thanks,” she replied as politely as possible, shuddering as the Doctor stuffed something blue and gray and rather furry into his mouth. “Somehow I think that would tickle.”

“Nah,” he responded, licking his fingers. “It's actually a bit crunchy. Really, you'd like it.”

“I prefer apples, thanks.” The Doctor's eyes flashed and she pointed a finger at him in warning. “Don't even think about it, or else I'll start slicing up cucumbers again.”

“Point taken,” he gulped, and Donna nodded.

“Good. So where are we going?”

“I thought you wanted to stay in today. Or were you just having me on?”

Donna shrugged. “I did, but then I realized being trapped in here is even worse than being in some alien prison. At least there you've got the escape to entertain yourself. If we stay here you'd drive me bonkers in ten minutes.”

The Doctor obviously couldn't think of a reply, so he just frowned and popped another hairy berry into his mouth. “In that case....I have an idea.”

“We're both going to die,” Donna teased, but the Doctor just continued over her.

“-Or we could even go to Shan Shen! They've got a lovely market there, you know! I could-”

“Get more food that looks like it went bad a month ago? No thank you. Try again, Martian.”

“Fine, ruin my fun,” he pouted. “Really, though, they're delicious!” He continued for several minutes, listing off all the nutritious properties of the strange fruits. Donna finally got bored and reached for the grapes, careful to not touch any of the alien produce. “So as I was saying, they're really rather good. And they taste like- Donna?”

Donna was staring at him, nodding occasionally and popping grapes into her mouth. He tilted his head and could see that in each ear she had stuffed a grape. She grinned triumphantly, at least until he pulled them out and ate them. “Don't tell me,” she said flatly. “Very tasty.”

Nothing Else

2009-09-16T04:39:29Z

A quick drabble involving Eleven and Donna. And an actual drabble, too! 100 words and all! Yay!

Title: Nothing Else
Characters: Eleven, Donna
Notes: written for Weekly Drabble Challenge #24 (sleep) at doctor_donna

The Doctor groaned, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark room around him. He was obviously in a bedroom but he couldn't place it.

“Doctor?”

He started to sit up but felt an arm on his shoulder and relaxed as he saw a face appear above him. “How do I look?” he asked, and the other person laughed.

“You never do change, do you?” she teased, carefully brushing back his hair. “You look like my flipping son now. I hate you for that, you know.”

“Nothing else?”

“No, Doctor,” Donna replied softly. “Nothing else.” She grinned. “Now go to sleep."

A macro for New Year's

2009-09-14T14:41:36Z

Spoilers for the 2010 New Year's Doctor Who special. No joke, spoilers under the cut. Repeat, spoilers!

Really? You've got to be kidding me. *headdesks*

A link, for 09/09/09 (09:09)

2009-09-09T17:13:04Z

9

This is the most important video you will ever watch! (Aka click the 9)

(Because I love my duck! Etc.)

It Really Won't Do Anything For You

2009-09-08T00:46:18Z

Title: It Really Won't Do Anything For You
Summary: the Doctor has to wear something special to visit an alien planet
Notes: Written in far less than ten minutes on a whim for weekly drabble challenge #22 (denial) at doctor_donna

“This can not be happening.”

“Oh, shut it and get out here. How bad can it be?”

“Believe it or not, I don't exactly walk about dressed like this every day.”

“It was your idea to try something different. And it's your fault we landed here, so deal with it.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You were driving.”

“Oh....right. Fair point, I suppose. But Donnaaaa....”

“Don't whine at me, Spaceman. Get out here and take it like a man.”

“A man wearing this?”

“You'll look lovely.”

“You wear it then.”

“But it looks so much better on you, I'm just sure of it.”

“This can not be happening....”

“Did we land in Egypt? Because I think I hear denial....”

“Donna, that joke stopped being funny when I was a little boy.”

“And it started being funny again about two minutes ago. Now hurry up.”

“Fine. Have it your way. But if you take any pictures and send them to Martha....”

“I won't, Doctor, I promise. I'd much rather take videos.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“Donna!”

“Oh, hurry up, Doctor! I've worn a dress plenty of times and it never takes me this long. I did tell you to leave off the corset, didn't I? Because it really won't do anything for you.”

“This can not be happening....”

Mr. Sandman, bring me....sunscreen?

2009-09-08T00:19:40Z

Title: Mr. Sandman, Bring Me....Sunscreen?
Summary: written for weekly drabble challenge #19 (beach) at doctor_donna
Notes: thanks to loves_glamour for taking a quick look at it. blah, running so behind on these but I'm getting there

"Donna, I'm bored!” the Doctor whined, leaning in her door. “Are you done yet?”

“What do you mean done? I've not even started! Now go away!”

“But....Donna....”

“Go away or I'll find a new place for you to store your Converse!”

The Doctor gulped and he slowly backed into the hall, automatically checking to see if his shoes were still on his feet. He flopped down across the corridor and started humming, tapping his toes on the opposite wall. After nearly ten minutes he sighed impatiently. “Done yet?”

Donna's door flew open to reveal his friend in her pajamas, her eyes only halfway open and her hair in a rather messy ponytail. “Give me your shoes,” she snapped, rubbing her eyes. “Now!”

“Do I have to?” he replied meekly, and she just glared at him. “I just want to go somewhere.”

“I'll tell you where to go,” she mumbled. “Doctor, I know you're a freaky alien who doesn't need any sleep but I'm exhausted. If you want to go somewhere fine, but let me sleep.”

“But it's no fun if I go on my own!” he complained, sticking out his lower lip. “Please?”

Donna sighed and disappeared into her room, shutting the door behind her.

“Donna?”

He stood up and knocked on her door but there was no reply and he finally gave up, walking down the hall a few feet to his own room which, as Donna had noticed long ago, was hardly ever used. “I suppose if she's not going to be any fun I can make myself useful,” he said with a sigh. He took one look in his room, saw how messy it really was, and closed the door. “Donna!”

Donna's door opened again but this time Donna was smiling, carrying a large blanket and a book, a pair of sunglasses pushed up into her hair. “You changed,” he said with a smile, seeing the freckles on her shoulders blend in with her dark brown sleeveless shirt. “Does this mean we're going somewhere? Because I'm going bonkers cooped up here with nothing to do.”

“Going bonkers?” Donna repeated, rolling her eyes. “You went long ago, mate. I'll go with you but only on one condition. You take me to a beach. You can run around like the nutter you are and I can get a nap, maybe even finish this book.” She waved the paperback in his face, starting down the corridor. “Living with you, I can't finish anything anymore. Agatha told me this was her favorite so I decided to read it, but it's been ages since we were there and I'm not even halfway through.” She turned back around and nodded toward the console room. “Well come on. If you don't want to go to a beach I can always go back to bed. It's up to you, Spaceman.”

The Doctor grinned, racing past her as he yelled, “Hurry up, Earth girl, I haven't got all day!”

“Time machine,” Donna replied with a laugh, but hurried after him anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“See, I told you this was a good idea,” the Doctor said, and Donna laughed. “Okay, fine, it was your idea, but I like it. You comfortable?”

“It'd be a lot better if there wasn't a skinny idiot blocking my sunlight,” Donna muttered, pushing her sunglasses down over her eyes. “But yes, it's lovely, thanks. Now go away.”

The Doctor smiled, looking around to see what sort of trouble he could get into. “I may have promised not to get arrested,” he mumbled under his breath, “but I never said I'd behave.”

“Oh, and be a good Martian while we're here, okay? No getting into trouble, whether you get arrested for it or not. If you get captured and someone wants to sacrifice you to something I'm not coming to rescue you until I've had my nap, so keep that in mind.” She propped herself up on her elbows and shoved her glasses up again. “You don't plan on getting sacrificed, do you?”

“Of course not,” he replied honestly. “If anything they'll have to fatten me up first, and you know how long that can take.” Donna nodded, relaxing again. “You need anything before the natives drag me off to their underground torture chamber? I wouldn't want you to get thirsty while I'm being beaten senseless. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on their primitive weapons if I was worried about you needing a sandwich. Or sunscreen, which is more likely for you.”

“Oi!” She grinned, whacking him on the leg with her book. “I wouldn't be able to enjoy my nap if I was worrying about you getting who knows what pierced as an homage to their tribal sky gods and whatever other rubbish they can come up with. You be careful, okay?” He smiled and nodded and she looked around, sighing contentedly. “You know, it really is beautiful out here. Thanks for finally getting the coordinates right for once.”

“No problem,” he replied. “I figured since I robbed you of a good night's sleep I owed you one.”

“Too right you did,” she snorted, glancing out at the deep blue water. She wished for a moment she had brought a longer blanket but the sand felt so good between her toes that she pushed the thought out of her mind, instead staring up at the cloudless sky and smiling. “Okay,” she said finally, tearing her eyes away from the scenery. “I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in a couple hours so I don't turn into a lobster on one side, okay?”

“Tell the Sandman I said hello if you see him,” the Doctor said with a grin, and Donna rolled her eyes again, flopping down on her blanket. “He's quite nice, you know, the Sandman. And did you know he's really made of sand? Well, not really sand exactly, more of a hive mind, an organization of living proteins and crystallized lifeforms which appear to most people as-”

“Doctor, shut up,” Donna mumbled drowsily, and he bent over to place her sunglasses back over her eyes. She yawned a brief 'thanks' then relaxed, asleep almost instantly.

The Doctor grinned, reaching into his pocket for his own sunglasses. Unable to find them, he sonicked his regular glasses and, with one last look at his friend, walked off down the beach.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I hate it when she's right,” the Doctor muttered, leaning his head against the wall of his prison cell. Surprisingly enough the cell was made of sand as well, but a different sand than he had seen on the beach. Out of habit he licked the bars and immediately regretted it; the particles seemed to dance upon his tongue and he couldn't quite get them out of his mouth.

He was just about to give up and shout for some water when he heard a voice coming from down the hall, shouting at all the guards as some of them dashed past his cell, terrified.

“Get back here, you skinny excuses for jailers! I'll give you a slap you won't forget until you retire, and even then....” The voice grew louder until a large glob of sand appeared in front of his cell door. “Hello, Doctor. Did you miss me?”

“Erm.....yes?” the Doctor answered hesitantly. “It's just....I'm sorry, but who are you?”

“Oh, for pity's- will you lot get off me now?” the voice grumbled, and the sand seemed to melt away, revealing red hair, an equally red face, and finally red legs. “Much better,” Donna said as the last of the sand creatures removed themselves from her pale toes. “You didn't wake me up,” she said, glaring at the Doctor, “and look what happened.” She pointed to her burned arms and neck, then rolled her eyes and smiled. “All right, boys, get him out of there. He owes me a nice long bath -on my own, Doctor, so don't be getting any ideas!- and some lotion for this flipping sunburn, and he can't give me either if he's stuck in jail.”

The Doctor watched as the sand formed into the shape of a man, who drew a key out of his pocket and shoved the sand shape into the lock of the door. The door itself melted as well, joining with the brown featureless man, and the Doctor's face lit up. “Oh, it's you!”

“Of course it's me,” Donna said, rolling her eyes again. “Who were you expecting? Come on, I want to go home. These things woke me up and said you were in trouble and that they'd take me to you, and I figured since I was already halfway to being on a seafood menu I might as well come save your skinny behind. By the way,” she added, nodding toward the large tan figure, “who are they?”

“That's what I'm saying, Donna! It's the Sandman!”

“You. Are. Kidding. Me.”

“I tried to tell you earlier,” he said, gesturing to the person-shaped pile of sand before them. “Donna Noble, I believe you've met already, but this is the Sandman: Symbiotic Anatomical Nation of Diploid Mammalian Autonomous Neoprites.”

“You mean....I thought they were just bits of thinking sand or something. They're all one person? And they look like that? That's bonkers!”

“Oi, be polite,” the Doctor snapped, waving at the shape between them. “You look like some sort of ferret or something to them, so keep that in mind if you're going to get mouthy.”

“A ferret?” Donna repeated, glaring at him. “I look like a ferret?”

“Now there's no need to get crabby,” the Doctor said as he backed away, shooting a grin at the sentient pile of sand. “Well, it was nice seeing you again. Good luck with the civil war -I'd advise you to avoid water, although of course since the Grafft are allergic it might be worth the risk- and if my friend here doesn't kill me I'll see you in a few hundred years.” The sand man nodded and the Doctor turned back to Donna. “You know, red really is your color....”

“Yeah? How would you like it on your cheek?” Donna muttered. The Doctor yelped as she raised her hand and he dashed off, leaving her alone with the sand figure. “Thanks again for the help, boys. And....well, sorry about the whole 'they look like that' thing.” She wiggled her toes, frowning as she realized that they were the only part of her body not burned. “On the plus side, it means I'll be able to catch up to him faster. I'll show him crabby....”

As she walked away there was a small buzzing sound and if Donna had been paying attention the TARDIS would have translated the small animals' words as, “I thought she was one.”

Pimping the next Doctor Who mad lib

2009-09-06T22:02:15Z

The post I read is here, and includes both the mad lib and a list of everyone who participated. Hopefully I'll have the next mad lib written by the end of the week and open for participation. :)

For the love of Mike!

2009-08-25T02:08:47Z

Title:  For the Love of Mike!
Characters:  Doctor, Donna, Mike (you'll find out)
Summary: written for the weekly drabble challenge #21 at doctor_donna, for the prompt 'edge'
Notes:  Ten ~~items~~ minutes or less, so I hope it's all right. The idea came to me and I giggled like made so I had to write it. :)

A high pitched scream filled the halls of the TARDIS, followed by the clap of a set of trainers rushing down the corridor. The door to the kitchen flew open to reveal its inhabitant standing on the edge of a chair, shrieking at the top of their lungs.

“What is it? What's wrong?”

Instead of answering the screaming only became louder and more desperate, several packages of food falling off the counter as the chair tipped, sending its occupant flying backward into the shelves.

“Are you all right? What's going on?”

“Mouse! Mouse!”

The person in the doorway looked shocked for a moment then the worry dropped from their face and they started laughing.

“Oi, it's not funny! It's bloody huge!”

“It's just a mouse. Tiny little things, remember? You might remember them a few of them that were quite nice, actually. Mickey, Mrs. Frisby, Basil of Baker Street, Stuart Little, even-”

“Those aren't real! This is! And it tried to eat me!”

“Oh, it did not. Stop shouting and tell me where it went.”

“Over there, in the corner.”

The refrigerator got shoved out of the way and after a moment a hand extended from it, holding a tiny fuzzy creature who was shaking violently, clearly afraid of the two people who had been yelling at each other on its behalf.

“Poor little thing's scared half to death. We'll just stop and drop it off some place where it can make some friends. Would you like that, little one?”

“It's a pest. You don't talk to it, you....oh, I don't know. I don't even know how it got on the ship in the first place.”

“I bet it was while we were stopped last time. The TARDIS must have let him on. Poor Mike. At least he'll be safe now, isn't that right?”

“Mike?”

“Yes, Mike. I like the name Mike.”

“We're not keeping it!”

“Oh, all right then, get down and we'll take him somewhere nice to live.”

“Fine. But I'm driving, and you're keeping that thing away from me.”

“Deal. Now come on, little girl, or the little furry monster is going to go after your Converse again. And this time I'll put some cheddar in the toes, just for a laugh. Get a move on.”

The Doctor pouted, but slowly slid off the counter and made his way out of the room, keeping his distance from Donna and her new pet. She held Mike tighter and wiggled her hand at him as he passed, giggling as he squealed and rushed toward the console room.

“Oi, wait up, Spaceman! Mike might get hungry on the way there!”

“Shut up, Donna, or you're going with him!”

“As long as there's cheese,” she chuckled, walking slower so she didn't drop the little rodent in her hand. Mike sniffed at her ring and she grinned. “I wonder if the TARDIS would be willing to hide you in the console. How would you like to pop out of the end of the handbrake?”

Mike squeaked several times, running in a circle on Donna's palm, and she turned to see a bit of the wall open up, revealing a small path in the machinery. She grinned, held her hand up to the wall, and tapped Mike on the tail, laughing as he squeaked happily and raced inside.

Prompt Table: Prompts 31-40

2009-08-21T03:13:35Z

Nicked from nschick's prompt here at doctor_donna , one of the best comms on LJ.

Prompt #31: Paint (184)

“Donna?”

Something was wrong. He could smell it. The two friends had fallen asleep on the couch the night before but when he awoke, she was missing.

“Donna....”

She wasn't in her room, or in his -straightening his things like an overbearing big sister as she did some mornings- or even the kitchen. And the strange scent was following him.

“Donna? Where are you? Everything all right?”

When he reached the control room she shot past him, smacking him in the shoulder with a curtain of red hair. “Morning, Doctor,” she said distractedly, stifling a giggle.

“Donna, do you smell something off?” he questioned, but she shook her head and scurried away, laughing.

Weird. He shrugged and pulled the scanner to him, ruffling his hair and for the first time that morning catching his reflection in the dark screen.

“Donna!”

He drummed his freshly painted pink fingernails on the console and frowned. He was going to kill that cheeky little Earth girl.

“DONNA!”

Prompt #32: Loss (195)

Donna Noble was not a happy woman. She approached her friend one afternoon, arms folded menacingly and looking slightly more frightening than the Mighty Jagrafess with a migraine.

“Do you think I'm fat?” she asked bluntly. The Doctor's mouth hung open, staring at his best mate inquisitively. “Well?”

“Did you seriously ask me that question? That should be an off-limits inquiry, because no matter what I say you'll be-”

Donna sighed and turned away. “I knew it. Lance always said I was an ugly cow.”

The Doctor's eyes widened at this revelation as he watched his beautiful friend rummaging through her bag for some weight loss pills.

“E-excuse me?” he stuttered. “Lance told you what?”

He walked up to her and yanked her purse away. “Give. That. Back. Now.”

Instead he grabbed the bottle in question and emptied its contents into the sink. Ignoring her angry protests, he set her bag down and wrapped her in his arms. “Donna Noble,” he whispered, his words muffled in her hair, “you are perfect.”

Prompt #33: Sad (191)

“Donna? Are you all right?”

“Go away.”

“I just want to help, I promise. Is everything okay?”

Something flew from within the room, missing him by only a few inches. He looked across the hall and saw Donna's shoe stuck in the wall. “Okay now I know something's wrong, because those are your favorite shoes. Tell me what's going on.”

After a moment he finally barged in, holding his hands out in front of him to ward off any flying shoes or incoming slaps. When he saw his friend, however, his arms dropped and he slowly walked over to her. “Donna, what is it?”

She hurriedly tried to brush the tears off her cheeks, avoiding his eyes. “Nothing. Go away.”

“Donna, what....Oh. I see.” He noticed that she was holding a small picture of her and an older man. He sat down beside her and pulled a tissue out of his pocket. “Go on, take it.”

“Thanks,” she muttered. She wiped her eyes then looked up at him. “Sorry. Didn't mean to snap at you, I just-”

“Don't worry about it,” he said quietly. “Happens to the best of us.”

Prompt #34: Sleep (177)

He heard a knock on the door. “You decent, Martian?”

“Yes, Donna,” the Doctor answered, rolling his eyes. “Come in.” She stepped into his room, looking positively exhausted. He closed his book and motioned for her to sit beside him.

“Hey, I know the TARDIS is tough to get used to,” he said kindly, “but you'll be sleeping like a baby before you know it.”

“Well, I definitely haven't the last three days,” she snapped, rubbing her eyes.

He frowned at her, concerned. “Donna?”

“Sorry,” she muttered. “I'm just so bloody tired.”

“Come on, shift,” he ordered brightly. “I'll help you get some rest.”

I bet he will. Suspicious, Donna started to back away, but he'd already slid closer to her and was rubbing her temples gently. “Oi, watch it Space- Oh, that feels good,” she admitted. “Really, really....” She fell over into his lap, sleeping peacefully.

He slipped out from under her and covered her with a blanket. “Good night, Donna,” he whispered. “And please don't slap me in the morning,” he added with a quiet laugh.

Prompt #35: Search (165)

After a week on the TARDIS Donna thought she was finally getting used to the strange ship.

So far, she'd discovered the blue box had a swimming pool (although when she mentioned it to the Doctor he looked surprised), a movie theater, and a garden (plants on a spaceship, who would guess?), along with more standard rooms like the kitchen and med bay.

The only room she seemed to have trouble finding? Hers, of course.

She'd been searching for almost an hour, wanting to change out of her ruined blouse (a planet where it rained ink was beautiful in theory, but wreaked havoc on her clothes) but was unable to find her room, any bedroom for that matter.

Finally she picked a door at random and walked in. It took her a bit to find the light switch, but when she did, Donna found herself standing in....

“What is this? Flipping Narnia?” she said with a roll of her eyes. She blinked, but the image was still there, and she squealed enthusiastically, seeing the wardrobe room of the TARDIS spread out before her.

Prompt #36: Darkness (136) [Turn Left spoilers]

Forget the stars going out, the lights were fading all around her. The pain and sorrow was too much, but somehow the ever-increasing shadow seemed worth it, as if she was meant to lay there, waiting.

She fought against the black but was failing miserably, the last ditch efforts of a strong yet limited will. She clung to the remaining light like the hand of a dear friend, a friend she had never known but desperately missed. She couldn't feel the hand anymore, nor the light, only the night and the fear.

The darkness was all-consuming, enveloping her into a cocoon of numbness as the young woman bent over her, whispering two words into her ear as Donna Noble took her last breath.

When she awoke, the darkness was still coming.

Prompt #37: Wind (102)

“I swear, it is bloody cold out here!”

“It's fine, Donna. We're only a couple miles from the TARDIS. And really, it's not that bad. I'd only estimate the wind chill to be....then again, maybe you should have brought a coat.”

“You told me not to bother! 'Oh, Donna, it's a tropical paradise, you'll love it. Beaches and lots of shops and other stuff', you said. Rubbish. Complete rubbish, unless the 'other stuff' is a great big flipping monster who causes a hurricane when he lands his bloody spaceship.”

“Technically it's not a hurricane. It's more of a-”

“Oh, shut up.”

Prompt #38: Movies (124) [Stolen Earth, Journey's End spoilers]

Another night in, alone with her gramps, watching telly. Most of Donna's friends hadn't spoken to her since the 'Earth-moving' incident, which she still denied vehemently, thank you very much.

“Who needs them anyway?” Donna assured herself as she bypassed the romance section of the movie rental shop. “Titanic,” she mused as she walked by, rolling her eyes. “Now there's a movie that needs a sequel.”

Her life had been strange since the hoax. People talking about giant pepper shakers in the sky, stolen planets, someone who saved the entire universe and then simply flew away without a word.

Donna froze. “Excuse me,” she called politely toward the counter.

“Yes, Miss?” the cashier responded.

“Do you have anything with Charlie Chaplin?”

Prompt #39: Swim (179)

“How dare you!” she repeated, throwing one of her shoes at him. “Do you think that was funny? I could have bloody died, Doctor! You stupid, insensitive git!”

The Doctor watched Donna stalk away from him, the shoe she was still wearing squishing awkwardly against the ground. He stifled a laugh but not quite in time, and she glared at him.

“When we went to Midnight did I go within ten feet of the pool? No. The thing had a bottom made of flipping diamonds, and I still didn't want to go near it. That should have been a hint!”

“Donna, really, I didn't know you couldn't swim. If I had I wouldn't have-”

“Oh, shove off,” she muttered, and pushed him back into the lake. He let out a startled cry and toppled in, resurfacing a moment later. “What was that for?”

“Well,” Donna began innocently, “I was just making sure that, in the event you ever try to drown me again, I can use your head for a flotation device, that's all. Looks like it works.”

Prompt #40: Happy (166) {partner to “Birthday”}

“Donna?” He knocked softly on her door, wondering if she was still asleep. “Hey, Donna?”

He cracked the door open and saw her sprawled out across the bed. Figuring she was just ignoring him, he walked over and sat beside her.

“Hey, wake up,” he prodded, “I've got a surprise for you.”

She rolled over, facing him now but with her eyes still closed. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled. “Shove off, Mum.”

“I'm not your mother, you silly girl....” He playfully poked her in the arm, causing her eyes to crack open. “Happy birthday, Donna.”

“It'd be a lot happier if I could sleep in,” Donna muttered tiredly.

“Deal,” he laughed. “See you in a couple hours, okay? Sleep well.”

Donna nodded and seemed to obey his instructions immediately, but as he closed the door she called for him. “Yeah, Donna? What is it?”

“Thanks for remembering, you dumb Martian,” she sighed happily as she drifted off.

Special Ingredient

2009-08-17T22:21:59Z

Title: Special Ingredient
Summary: follow-up to Banana Upside Down Cake and Strawberry Short Cake (which was for nschick). written for the prompt 'key lime pie'.
Notes: written for xenarocks2 as part of my request a drabble meme.

"Donna!”

The Doctor walked along the corridors, paying special attention to what he was carrying.

“That's right, no funny noises from you, are there?” he said, staring down at the bundle in his hands. “Don't you dare do anything funny before we get to Donna, you hear me?”

He glanced down at it again then quickened his pace, looking in doors as he passed.

“Donna, where are you?”

There was an audible whine as he ran even faster, glancing nervously at what he was carrying as he tried to find his companion.

“Donna, it's lunchtime! You're not hiding again, are you?”

He turned a corner, his gaze fixated on the little thing in his hands. Unfortunately, he was so worried about his package that he didn't see Donna coming until it was too late.

“Doctor....”

The Doctor stared at Donna, her face covered in what looked like whipped cream. On her nose was a blob of yellow filling and he was pretty sure the bits of brown in her hair was crust.

“Ummmm....”

“Doctor, what exactly were you doing?”

“Well, you see....”

“I'm covered in....what is this anyway?”

“You said you wanted something....”

“Doctor, answer me!”

The Doctor took a deep breath then smiled nervously. “Well you said you wanted a cake so I thought I'd make you something but of course like you said I can't cook. Really, though, it's not the same thing because it can't deflate or explode -well, it could explode, but even I'm not that rubbish- and I thought you'd like it and I knew you were hungry so-”

“So you thought you'd cream me with it?”

The Doctor stared at his friend's face and stifled a laugh as a large drop fell onto her shirt. “Well, not exactly....” He gulped, stepping away. “On the plus side,” he said as he turned to run, “I've created a new recipe. Bet no one's thought of key lime pie with ginger before.”

The Shoe's on the Other Foot

2009-08-16T07:54:29Z

Title: The Shoe's on the Other Foot
Summary: Donna needs new shoes, and if she doesn't get them she's not the only one whose feet will hurt
Notes: written for my request a drabble meme from the_gabih for the prompt 'Converse'. Finally got around to it. :)

"Are you sure you don't need help?” the Doctor asked, and she shook her head as she clumsily walked down the hall to the infirmary. “All right, if you say so,” he muttered. “Stubborn girl.”

When they arrived she plopped into a large chair and obediently raised her foot, slipping off her shoe. “The one time I don't wear my regular shoes,” she said, hissing in pain and staring at the dark purple skin sticking out under her pants. “This is your fault, you know.”

“What? How's it my fault?” the Doctor protested, sliding back on his little stool as if he expected her to throw her heel at him. “I did not tell you to wear those.”

“Rubbish. I wanted to go buy some new shoes because mine are worn out, but you wouldn't let me. Besides, you said to dress up, so I did. To me that makes it your fault. Now fix it.”

“I'm trying to,” he said indignantly. “This might hurt, so stay still, okay?” Donna nodded and he placed her foot in his lap, feeling around the bump on her leg. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but it's sprained pretty bad. On the plus side, you know what that means?”

“You're my slave until it heals?”

The Doctor chuckled and started to wrap her injured ankle. “Well, I was going to say I owe you a pair of Converse, but fine.” She smiled wickedly and the grin dropped from his face. “So I should get on buying those Converse soon, right? Because otherwise I'll be wearing those shoes and you'll steal mine?” She nodded. “Right, fair enough. After all, I don't look good in heels.”

Strawberry Short Cake

2009-08-16T07:17:21Z

Title: Strawberry Short Cake
Summary: Donna's ticked about the events of Banana Upside Down Cake
Notes: written as part of my timestamp meme. nschick requested more of Banana Upside Down Cake and this is what I came up with. :)

"Apricot.”

“Disgusting.”

“Watermelon?”

“Seriously? How do you expect to make one out of a watermelon?”

“Good point. Oh, I've got it! Pineapple!”

“I'm allergic.”

“Pears then.”

“You're allergic.”

“Oh....right. Fine then, you think of something.”

“I will,” Donna huffed, and walked over to the small garden that had attached itself to the TARDIS' kitchen. She returned a moment later and popped a small fruit in his mouth, rendering him speechless as the strawberry lodged itself between his teeth.

“What?” he asked, juice squirting out of his mouthy. “Donna, what the-”

“If you didn't want to make a cake, you shouldn't have offered,” she snapped, and slammed the door as she stomped out. It took him a minute to realize the kitchen usually didn't have a door.

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Since he didn't dare to go looking for Donna until he had some sort of cake for her, he stayed in the kitchen for nearly five hours. It wouldn't have taken him so long, but if he had been honest he would have admitted that the TARDIS helped him with the first cake. Now, however, she seemed to be sabotaging his efforts; at one point his oven mitt had gotten glued to the handle of the oven door and he'd nearly tried to take out the cake with his bare hand. Fortunately (for his hand anyway) the cake was completely black and he only had to hit a button on the wall so the cake would be jettisoned into space. He could have sworn the TARDIS giggled.

Finally he managed to make something that didn't smell, explode, or turn green when he removed it from the oven. He peeked his head out of the kitchen (the door had mysteriously disappeared) and called Donna's name, expecting her to come back when she decided she didn't want to kill him. She rounded the corner immediately, as if she knew he was waiting for her, and stared at the floor as she walked in and sat down.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he mumbled, trying not to notice the glare she was directing at the table. He sat across from her and dropped the pan between them, his jaw dropping open as the cake he'd made deflated in front of their eyes. “I....I'm....erm, Donna, please don't kill me....” He looked up at her, expecting a slap, but instead there were tears running down her cheeks. “Now what did I do? Donna, I'm sorry, I really did try, I promise. Please don't cry....”

Finally Donna opened her mouth and she let out the loudest laugh he had ever heard. She practically cackled as she stared at the deflated cake and its matching Time Lord. “You are ridiculous,” she chuckled, finally taking a moment to catch her breath. She saw the cake deflate even further and if she didn't know any better she would have sworn his hair went a bit limp at the same time. This, of course, just sent her into another fit of giggles.

“Donna, what's so funny?” the Doctor asked after several minutes. Donna was nearly falling off her chair and her face was nearly as red as her hair. When she still didn't answer he got up and threw the cake in the sink, flopping back into his seat with a huff.

“Doctor,” Donna gasped, “I don't think I got all my memories back after all.”

“What do you mean?” Donna closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath again, and he stood up, racing around the table to sit beside her. “Donna, is something wrong?”

“Oh, shut up, I'm fine,” she muttered, choking on another laugh. “I remember all the places we've been and how you always toss your coat onto that one pillar by the door.” She slowly stopped laughing, and looked up at him, smiling sadly. “I remember what color the teleport was in Luke Rattigan's front room and I'll probably never forget what color Jenny's eyes were.” Her expression was completely serious now and he motioned for her to continue. “I remember when Agatha Christie woke up in the TARDIS and we had to pretend she was hallucinating, and then when she got to the hotel I had to tell her that her name wasn't really Agatha Christie. I remember Mr. Lux when I got out of CAL and how he was probably a bit too glad to see me, but I couldn't think of anything else than finding Lee and seeing if you were all right. I remember when I sat by that pool on Midnight for over an hour, waiting for you to come back and not really sure if you would or not, and then when you did you....well, you didn't look like you. I remember when we were on Shan Shen and I was so bloody stupid and went into that fortune teller's tent. I remember Rose telling me there was something on my back and the only thing I wanted to do was go home to Mum and Gramps and sit around and wait for the rest of the world to end but I couldn't because it was all up to me and I had to go with her. And then I remember when you had to wipe my mind and you didn't want to, but....well, there wasn't any other choice, was there? And I don't want to remember how I was between then and now, but I do. There's only one thing I didn't remember, and I don't know how I could ever forget it.”

The Doctor smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “And what's that?”

Donna rested her head comfortably on his shoulder and sighed, staring at the sink as the ruined shortcake made an audible hiss. “You can't cook to save your life,” she said softly.

I Could See Everything From Up There

2009-08-16T05:48:57Z

Title: I Could See Everything From Up There
Characters: Doctor/Donna, Ian, Robbie, and Audrey
Summary: written for hp_chloe's birthday, for the prompt 'bubbles'
More Notes: Follows C is For.... (which was for time_converges), An (Un)Eventful Breakfast (which was for shining_moment), and Breaking Even (which was for kwiknkleen). Dang, I'm writing more ship fic that I ever thought I would. Lol shoot me now. :p
Even More Notes: Blah. I'm sorry this took so long (and it's not even genius, it's just kind of....there) but I couldn't for the life of me get on this. So again, sorry it's late, Chloe dear, but I hope it's all right and that you like it. Hope you had a great birthday too! :)

“There, see? Perfectly safe.”

“If you're sure,” Donna said hesitantly, staring out at the bright colored craters all around them. There were several small children near one of the large holes, poking at it experimentally and giggling. “I don't like it, Doctor, and I'm not- Doctor!”

“Donna, no!” The Doctor tried to grab for Donna but it was too late and he watched as the giant bubble formed fully and rose into the air. After a moment the only thing he could see was a mass of red hair that contrasted with the pale blue orb. “Donna, stop it!” he shouted as she thrashed around, trying to escape. “It's all right, Donna, I promise. Just relax.”

“Doctor, help!” she shouted. The bubble rose higher and she stared helplessly at the Doctor, who looked impassive about the current predicament. “Doctor, do something!”

“It's okay,” he said softly. “Stop trying to get away and just relax. Everything's going to be fine.”

“No,” Donna cried, finally sinking to her knees. He knelt beside her and spared another glance up at the sky as Robbie floated out of sight. “Bring him back, Doctor, bring him back!” Donna leaned against him, sobbing into his shoulder. “Bring him back!”

“Daddy, can I go up too?” a tiny voice behind them said. They both turned to see a girl with little blonde curls staring at them anxiously. “Can I go, Mummy? Can I?” Donna shook her head and grabbed Audrey, hugging her tightly against her chest. “But that's not fair!” she whined. “Robbie and Ian get to do fun stuff all the time! Why can't I play?”

“Because Mummy's scared you'll get lost,” another boy replied. “And you probably would. Girls can't tell directions.”

“Ian, hush,” the Doctor said, trying not to laugh. “Go get your little brother.”

Ian rolled his eyes but started in the direction of the nearest crater, only to be stopped by his mother. “Doctor, I'm not losing him too,” she said, grabbing Ian's arm. “You stay here and-”

“Mum, I'll be fine,” Ian insisted. “Besides, somebody's got to get him. Audrey won't know how to get back, Dad's afraid of heights, and you're too big.”

“Doctor, he can't-” Donna blinked. “Did....did my own son just call me fat?”

“Of course not,” the Doctor said slowly, and winked up at Ian, who had a sly look on his face. “Now let him go. He's a big boy now, you know. They'll be fine, Donna, I promise.”

“Can I go too?” Audrey asked hopefully, and nearly jumped as Donna shouted, “No!” They watched as Ian ran off -being almost eleven, he was nearly too big to fit in a bubble as it was, but he managed- and waited for a cloud to shimmer around him, then he floated off, waving down at the Doctor, Donna, and Audrey as he drifted away.

“If he doesn't come back....” Donna hissed, pulling Audrey closer again.

The Doctor smiled and put an arm around her shoulder. “They'll be fine. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but last time we were here, when you were sick and Ian and I came out alone? He got picked up six times. And he's still here, isn't he?” He gulped. “Bad example, right?”

“Do you think?” Donna snapped, and looked up at the sky. Two bubbles were floating closer to them and Donna smiled as she saw Ian and his little redheaded brother waving at each other. “Maybe they will be okay,” she said as the blue and green spheres headed toward each other. “It's probably going to be all right, isn't it, Doctor? They're not going to- No!”

Both bubbles burst and the two boys started flying toward the ground, shouting at the top of their lungs. Little Audrey got squished between her parents as Donna threw herself at the Doctor, slapping him across the face before burying her head into his chest, unable to watch.

“It's all right, Donna,” he soothed, smiling reassuringly down at his little blonde daughter. “Just watch, Audrey. Robbie and Ian are going for a ride, aren't they?”

“Yep!” Audrey replied happily, hardly noticing her mother shaking against her. “Look, Daddy, they're a lot closer. Are they coming back for me?”

The Doctor didn't answer, instead pulling Donna up to watch. “Doctor, I don't want to see it,” she sobbed, but quickly stopped crying as she saw that the two boys were laughing rather than screaming. Just before they hit the ground they suddenly stopped, bouncing up and down as if on a giant trampoline. Donna blinked, just noticing the clear bubbles that were hovering above the ground. Ian let Robbie flail around for a few minutes then grabbed his little brother's hand and led him back to the rest of the family. Audrey, of course, was staring at them in awe.

“That was fun!” Robbie shouted, launching himself into his mother's arms. “I could see everything from up there, Mummy. And guess what? Ian says he couldn't even get that high!”

“Because I wasn't a skinny streak of nothing like you are,” Ian said flatly, and the Doctor laughed. “Mum, really, he's fine,” he added, unable to tell his mother's red hair from his brother's as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly. “Anti-gravity orbs they have a twenty percent higher bounce factor than they offer on most other planets, but these are reinforced to support up to two hundred pounds. Twice as safe and three times as fun.”

Donna glared at her older son but slowly relaxed, letting Robbie wiggle out of her arms and walk over beside his twin sister. They were whispering for several minutes then Audrey ran up to her mother. “What's going on, sweetie?” Donna asked, and Audrey grinned.

“I'm going next,” she declared, “and I'm going higher than both the boys! So there!”