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storypaint) wrote2012-01-20 12:16 pm
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[Doctor Who] thoughts are free to go anywhere (Nine & Donna)
Title: thoughts are free to go anywhere
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 338 words
Prompt: Donna meets Nine! foresotaria
Pairing: Donna & Nine gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Luckily for him, he'd had a bit of makeover by the time he accidentally picked up a bride, and so he didn't get the punch she swore she was going to give the man in the leather jacket the next time she saw him.
The wedding that didn't happen was not, in fact, the first time that the Doctor had gotten Donna into trouble. If she'd recognized his face, in fact, she might have refused to help him, and that story would have ended quite differently for both Donna and the Earth as a whole.
Luckily for him, he'd had a bit of makeover by the time he accidentally picked up a bride, and so he didn't get the punch she swore she was going to give the man in the leather jacket the next time she saw him.
It hadn't been much of a meeting, really. She hadn't gotten his name, which had also been a stroke of luck. He would have just been a blur of leather and nose if he hadn't smacked right into her in the middle of the street.
Donna fell hard onto her behind, cushioned by rising rage and indignation.
"What are you on about?" she demanded, and he wouldn't have answered except that she'd caught his sleeve when she fell, and he was now awkwardly and hurriedly trying to untangle himself from her new and probably ruined skirt.
She smacked him on the arm in case he was trying to take advantage. "What are you doing that you can't look where you're running?" she said in an angry low voice, enunciating each word carefully.
"Trying to save the world," the man answered her in an exasperated Northern accent, "although you seem completely appreciative. Stop hitting me!" he continued, as she did again, when his fingers came too close to -- well, anything, really.
"You're on drugs!" she declared, finally pushing him away and getting back to her feet. "You are, aren't you? I ought to call the--"
Behind her, something exploded, loud enough to startle, and close enough to feel the heat on her back, and she whipped around to see. By the time she looked back, the man in the leather jacket had gone, and none of the police who showed up to question her were willing to concede that he might have existed, even when she pointed out the damage to her skirt.
When she stumbled into work four hours late, unkempt and pissed, her boss fired her on the spot. And although it was perhaps impractical to vow revenge against a man she'd seen only briefly, once, she promised herself that if she ever did see him again, she'd give him a piece of her mind.
Luckily for Donna, or not, she did fulfill that promise several times. Probably best that she never knew, though.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 338 words
Prompt: Donna meets Nine! for
esotariaPairing: Donna & Nine gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Luckily for him, he'd had a bit of makeover by the time he accidentally picked up a bride, and so he didn't get the punch she swore she was going to give the man in the leather jacket the next time she saw him.
The wedding that didn't happen was not, in fact, the first time that the Doctor had gotten Donna into trouble. If she'd recognized his face, in fact, she might have refused to help him, and that story would have ended quite differently for both Donna and the Earth as a whole.
Luckily for him, he'd had a bit of makeover by the time he accidentally picked up a bride, and so he didn't get the punch she swore she was going to give the man in the leather jacket the next time she saw him.
It hadn't been much of a meeting, really. She hadn't gotten his name, which had also been a stroke of luck. He would have just been a blur of leather and nose if he hadn't smacked right into her in the middle of the street.
Donna fell hard onto her behind, cushioned by rising rage and indignation.
"What are you on about?" she demanded, and he wouldn't have answered except that she'd caught his sleeve when she fell, and he was now awkwardly and hurriedly trying to untangle himself from her new and probably ruined skirt.
She smacked him on the arm in case he was trying to take advantage. "What are you doing that you can't look where you're running?" she said in an angry low voice, enunciating each word carefully.
"Trying to save the world," the man answered her in an exasperated Northern accent, "although you seem completely appreciative. Stop hitting me!" he continued, as she did again, when his fingers came too close to -- well, anything, really.
"You're on drugs!" she declared, finally pushing him away and getting back to her feet. "You are, aren't you? I ought to call the--"
Behind her, something exploded, loud enough to startle, and close enough to feel the heat on her back, and she whipped around to see. By the time she looked back, the man in the leather jacket had gone, and none of the police who showed up to question her were willing to concede that he might have existed, even when she pointed out the damage to her skirt.
When she stumbled into work four hours late, unkempt and pissed, her boss fired her on the spot. And although it was perhaps impractical to vow revenge against a man she'd seen only briefly, once, she promised herself that if she ever did see him again, she'd give him a piece of her mind.
Luckily for Donna, or not, she did fulfill that promise several times. Probably best that she never knew, though.