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[Doctor Who] of its loud life (Donna/Nine/Rose)
Title: of its loud life
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 1659 words
Prompt: Porn Battle: Donna Noble/Nine/Rose Tyler, history
Pairing: Donna/Nine/Rose; Nine/Rose implied
Other: Spoilers for Journey's End. Fixit fic. PG for some sexual content.
Excerpt: Sometimes it felt like Donna has been running all her life. It was only since she met the Doctor that she'd learned to enjoy it. Even then, she only enjoyed it when she could have long breaks in-between sessions.
Sometimes it felt like Donna has been running all her life. It was only since she met the Doctor that she'd learned to enjoy it. Even then, she only enjoyed it when she could have long breaks in-between sessions.
She really needed this week. Just a week, that's all she wanted, a week to lie around under a huge umbrella and walk serenely between her room and the beach. A vacation.
She really should have remembered what happened every time the Doctor tried to take a vacation.
She was a little too much like him, nowadays, to have nothing go wrong.
*
Donna had been on the run from UNIT for about ten years now, counting years the way humans do. They had found a way to fix her brain, to make the Time Lord part not burn through her mind, and all they wanted in return was a pet half-Time Lord. They gave her a lab, told her that he used to work for them, anyway, and was technically still on contract. And they didn't lock the door.
They didn't have to, because she didn't understand at first what they wanted from her. She was too happy, too full of ideas and words and memories that were new and old and beautiful, all at once. Nowadays the feeling reminds her of the confusion after regeneration: the simultaneous desire to do everything at once and the instability of new hormones, a new body, a new way of thinking. He's been known to make poor decisions then: she remembers the frightened look on Peri's face and sword-fighting in his pajamas.
(The memories had a tendency of crowding her out right after she got her memory back; she was more Doctor than herself at first, until she figured out how to compensate. She sorted it out as quickly as possible; she wanted to be herself, only a bit enhanced.)
She did some research for UNIT, thrilled with the ease of it, but she couldn't give them what they really want: time travel. And she wouldn't, if she could. She didn't trust them with it. She saw what they did to Martha, the choice Martha had to make.
Jack had a piece of TARDIS coral, a curiosity of a paperweight on his desk at Torchwood. He took her out for lunch one day and gave it to her, saying that she'd appreciate the "souvenir" more than he would. And he winked. Doctor Donna figured out how to increase the growth factor of the coral by a factor of 59, and she waited. The TARDIS coral was given a place of honor on her desk at work, and no one checked to see if it was plastic. (The real one grew at home in her backyard, turning into a sapling as soon as the chameleon circuit came online.)
When it was time, she ran.
*
Her first thought was to find the Doctor, but even with her brain and her TARDIS at hand, he wasn't the easiest person to find, especially since she didn't want to run into herself. Plus, her young TARDIS wasn't exactly very good at directions yet.
Time travelers had a tendency to meet other time travelers, however -- something to do with the way that artron energy attracted other deposits of it; she kept thinking she'd write a paper about it but then she remembered that (1) she was on the lam and (2) there was no one to read it.
So she helped the Doctor who played the recorder (badly) save the world from some kind of spider alien (and flirted with Kilt Boy, because his legs were fine). And she argued with the Doctor who wore velvet coats and an air of smugness like a cape. She met most of him, one way or another, the old-looking young man and the curly-haired one with the Cheshire grin.
But she was having a terrible time meeting her own Doctor. She'd even met the next one, bowties and clothes a touch too small (and the way he'd redecorated the TARDIS! She still didn't know how she felt about it; her own TARDIS was pleasantly coral). And the one after that -- but she didn't even like thinking about that adventure.
So it was time for a vacation. She'd picked a time period during the fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire because it seemed fairly safe, considering, and she managed two stress-free days before the man in the leather jacket showed up.
She knew him, of course, and his companion. What she hadn't expected was the sudden wave of attraction she felt for him. The Doctor she'd known had always thought of that face as a bit homely, but Donna saw it as chiseled, interesting. The jacket hid well-muscled shoulders, and his smile--!
She liked it a lot. She'd never been physically attracted to him before, but there was no denying it now.
The problem was, she couldn't figure out how to talk to him. The other Doctors had assumed a variety of things about her, and she'd never bothered to correct them; they generally thought she was a renegade Time Lady and didn't ask too many questions. But this Doctor -- he'd want to know, and she couldn't tell him.
So she bumped into him near the bar and made him buy her a drink for her trouble, and then did a bit of flirting. He was a tough one to crack, his eyes already on Rose, but Donna was okay with that. He needed Rose more than her Doctor ever had; that was as plain as the nose on his face.
"You're awfully friendly to strangers," the Doctor said.
"It's called chatting someone up," she said, and was a little put out when he snickered.
"Oi! Don't tell me you don't like humans, because I won't believe it," Donna said.
The Doctor blinked. "What, for lunch? Nope."
She elbowed him and made him buy her another drink.
*
This Doctor was one of the ones who pushed back when she pushed him, both literally and figuratively. He had a harshness to him that Donna wasn't sure she liked. Something about him was more broken than her Doctor, who liked to hide his hurt and only let it show through when it was overwhelming. This one wore it on his sleeve, which she found out pretty quickly.
She didn't know how to mellow him, and she wasn't going to try. That wasn't for her to do, or her Doctor would have remembered her better.
A shag, though. That could relieve tension.
The only snag was Rose. And that wasn't to say that Donna disliked Rose, because that was absolutely untrue. Rose was impossibly young -- could it really be only a few years until Donna would meet her? -- and incredibly sweet, and she cared about the Doctor so deeply. She had loads and loads of empathy, which was not something Donna had ever been good with. There was simply no separating them, and Donna wouldn't dare try.
Clearly, the solution was to get the pair of them into bed with her. Rose was fit, and Donna wasn't adverse to women, although she tended to like men more often. Plus, here was something on her bucket list.
So when Rose came back to meet the Doctor's new friend, Donna introduced herself (with a different name) and started talking.
Maybe she was flattering herself a little, but she thought she had about convinced them to join her in her hotel room when the explosions started.
*
Vacation? Right. The Doctor would call this a working vacation. Donna called it an irritating interruption. Luckily, between her and the Doctor (leather jacketed version) and Rose, they managed to save the planet with a minimum of death and panic. The Doctor brushed debris from his coat and grinned at Donna. He was holding hands with both her and Rose, his grip strong and sure.
"Fantastic!" he pronounced. "Brilliant mind for a human! How'd you ever figure that their weakness was in the thermal capacitator? And the way you reprogrammed that generator!"
Donna rolled her eyes and pulled him down to her level to kiss him firmly. While he was reeling in surprise, she grabbed Rose and did the same.
"Friendly," Rose muttered, looking a little dazed. She licked her lips. The Doctor was trying to look disapproving and failed, a definite flicker of interest in his bright eyes.
"Well, come on, spaceman, we don't have all day," Donna said, pulling on his coat. "'S not like we can travel in time." Which wasn't at all true, but she was tired of pussyfooting around, and she wanted her reward for being fantastic, preferably in the form of the Doctor's head between her thighs.
(Would this make her friendship with the skinny Doctor weird? She assumed not. He hadn't even remembered it when she'd met him later in his timeline, which was a darned shame, since she intended to rock his and Rose's world. She supposed his relationship with Rose crowded it out a bit. And they were cute, so she couldn't be too bothered.)
"We don't?" the Doctor said, faking innocence as Rose snorted.
"Considering that the authorities are starting to show up? Probably not. Come on, Doctor, let's show her something exciting and new," Rose said.
The Doctor colored a little. "I hardly think--"
"Donna," Rose said, or rather, Donna's fake name, as she looped their arms together, "have you ever seen a spaceship that's bigger on the inside?"
"That sounds like something worth seeing," Donna said with a grin, grabbing the Doctor's hand in her free one, and so they went off to dazzle her (or the other way around).
Maybe it wasn't such a bad vacation after all.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 1659 words
Prompt: Porn Battle: Donna Noble/Nine/Rose Tyler, history
Pairing: Donna/Nine/Rose; Nine/Rose implied
Other: Spoilers for Journey's End. Fixit fic. PG for some sexual content.
Excerpt: Sometimes it felt like Donna has been running all her life. It was only since she met the Doctor that she'd learned to enjoy it. Even then, she only enjoyed it when she could have long breaks in-between sessions.
Sometimes it felt like Donna has been running all her life. It was only since she met the Doctor that she'd learned to enjoy it. Even then, she only enjoyed it when she could have long breaks in-between sessions.
She really needed this week. Just a week, that's all she wanted, a week to lie around under a huge umbrella and walk serenely between her room and the beach. A vacation.
She really should have remembered what happened every time the Doctor tried to take a vacation.
She was a little too much like him, nowadays, to have nothing go wrong.
*
Donna had been on the run from UNIT for about ten years now, counting years the way humans do. They had found a way to fix her brain, to make the Time Lord part not burn through her mind, and all they wanted in return was a pet half-Time Lord. They gave her a lab, told her that he used to work for them, anyway, and was technically still on contract. And they didn't lock the door.
They didn't have to, because she didn't understand at first what they wanted from her. She was too happy, too full of ideas and words and memories that were new and old and beautiful, all at once. Nowadays the feeling reminds her of the confusion after regeneration: the simultaneous desire to do everything at once and the instability of new hormones, a new body, a new way of thinking. He's been known to make poor decisions then: she remembers the frightened look on Peri's face and sword-fighting in his pajamas.
(The memories had a tendency of crowding her out right after she got her memory back; she was more Doctor than herself at first, until she figured out how to compensate. She sorted it out as quickly as possible; she wanted to be herself, only a bit enhanced.)
She did some research for UNIT, thrilled with the ease of it, but she couldn't give them what they really want: time travel. And she wouldn't, if she could. She didn't trust them with it. She saw what they did to Martha, the choice Martha had to make.
Jack had a piece of TARDIS coral, a curiosity of a paperweight on his desk at Torchwood. He took her out for lunch one day and gave it to her, saying that she'd appreciate the "souvenir" more than he would. And he winked. Doctor Donna figured out how to increase the growth factor of the coral by a factor of 59, and she waited. The TARDIS coral was given a place of honor on her desk at work, and no one checked to see if it was plastic. (The real one grew at home in her backyard, turning into a sapling as soon as the chameleon circuit came online.)
When it was time, she ran.
*
Her first thought was to find the Doctor, but even with her brain and her TARDIS at hand, he wasn't the easiest person to find, especially since she didn't want to run into herself. Plus, her young TARDIS wasn't exactly very good at directions yet.
Time travelers had a tendency to meet other time travelers, however -- something to do with the way that artron energy attracted other deposits of it; she kept thinking she'd write a paper about it but then she remembered that (1) she was on the lam and (2) there was no one to read it.
So she helped the Doctor who played the recorder (badly) save the world from some kind of spider alien (and flirted with Kilt Boy, because his legs were fine). And she argued with the Doctor who wore velvet coats and an air of smugness like a cape. She met most of him, one way or another, the old-looking young man and the curly-haired one with the Cheshire grin.
But she was having a terrible time meeting her own Doctor. She'd even met the next one, bowties and clothes a touch too small (and the way he'd redecorated the TARDIS! She still didn't know how she felt about it; her own TARDIS was pleasantly coral). And the one after that -- but she didn't even like thinking about that adventure.
So it was time for a vacation. She'd picked a time period during the fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire because it seemed fairly safe, considering, and she managed two stress-free days before the man in the leather jacket showed up.
She knew him, of course, and his companion. What she hadn't expected was the sudden wave of attraction she felt for him. The Doctor she'd known had always thought of that face as a bit homely, but Donna saw it as chiseled, interesting. The jacket hid well-muscled shoulders, and his smile--!
She liked it a lot. She'd never been physically attracted to him before, but there was no denying it now.
The problem was, she couldn't figure out how to talk to him. The other Doctors had assumed a variety of things about her, and she'd never bothered to correct them; they generally thought she was a renegade Time Lady and didn't ask too many questions. But this Doctor -- he'd want to know, and she couldn't tell him.
So she bumped into him near the bar and made him buy her a drink for her trouble, and then did a bit of flirting. He was a tough one to crack, his eyes already on Rose, but Donna was okay with that. He needed Rose more than her Doctor ever had; that was as plain as the nose on his face.
"You're awfully friendly to strangers," the Doctor said.
"It's called chatting someone up," she said, and was a little put out when he snickered.
"Oi! Don't tell me you don't like humans, because I won't believe it," Donna said.
The Doctor blinked. "What, for lunch? Nope."
She elbowed him and made him buy her another drink.
*
This Doctor was one of the ones who pushed back when she pushed him, both literally and figuratively. He had a harshness to him that Donna wasn't sure she liked. Something about him was more broken than her Doctor, who liked to hide his hurt and only let it show through when it was overwhelming. This one wore it on his sleeve, which she found out pretty quickly.
She didn't know how to mellow him, and she wasn't going to try. That wasn't for her to do, or her Doctor would have remembered her better.
A shag, though. That could relieve tension.
The only snag was Rose. And that wasn't to say that Donna disliked Rose, because that was absolutely untrue. Rose was impossibly young -- could it really be only a few years until Donna would meet her? -- and incredibly sweet, and she cared about the Doctor so deeply. She had loads and loads of empathy, which was not something Donna had ever been good with. There was simply no separating them, and Donna wouldn't dare try.
Clearly, the solution was to get the pair of them into bed with her. Rose was fit, and Donna wasn't adverse to women, although she tended to like men more often. Plus, here was something on her bucket list.
So when Rose came back to meet the Doctor's new friend, Donna introduced herself (with a different name) and started talking.
Maybe she was flattering herself a little, but she thought she had about convinced them to join her in her hotel room when the explosions started.
*
Vacation? Right. The Doctor would call this a working vacation. Donna called it an irritating interruption. Luckily, between her and the Doctor (leather jacketed version) and Rose, they managed to save the planet with a minimum of death and panic. The Doctor brushed debris from his coat and grinned at Donna. He was holding hands with both her and Rose, his grip strong and sure.
"Fantastic!" he pronounced. "Brilliant mind for a human! How'd you ever figure that their weakness was in the thermal capacitator? And the way you reprogrammed that generator!"
Donna rolled her eyes and pulled him down to her level to kiss him firmly. While he was reeling in surprise, she grabbed Rose and did the same.
"Friendly," Rose muttered, looking a little dazed. She licked her lips. The Doctor was trying to look disapproving and failed, a definite flicker of interest in his bright eyes.
"Well, come on, spaceman, we don't have all day," Donna said, pulling on his coat. "'S not like we can travel in time." Which wasn't at all true, but she was tired of pussyfooting around, and she wanted her reward for being fantastic, preferably in the form of the Doctor's head between her thighs.
(Would this make her friendship with the skinny Doctor weird? She assumed not. He hadn't even remembered it when she'd met him later in his timeline, which was a darned shame, since she intended to rock his and Rose's world. She supposed his relationship with Rose crowded it out a bit. And they were cute, so she couldn't be too bothered.)
"We don't?" the Doctor said, faking innocence as Rose snorted.
"Considering that the authorities are starting to show up? Probably not. Come on, Doctor, let's show her something exciting and new," Rose said.
The Doctor colored a little. "I hardly think--"
"Donna," Rose said, or rather, Donna's fake name, as she looped their arms together, "have you ever seen a spaceship that's bigger on the inside?"
"That sounds like something worth seeing," Donna said with a grin, grabbing the Doctor's hand in her free one, and so they went off to dazzle her (or the other way around).
Maybe it wasn't such a bad vacation after all.