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[Doctor Who] a sweet orange is as scripture (Ten and Donna gen)
Title: a sweet orange is as scripture
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 341 words
Prompt: fandom_stocking fortessercat
Pairing: Ten & Donna gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "I'm not asking you to cook," she said, hands on hips, "because you'd probably make some other kind of terrifying spaceman food. What do Time Lords eat, anyway?"
Donna liked to think of herself as adventurous but she was pretty sure that one more night of alien takeout was going to make her scream. She told the Doctor so.
"I'm not asking you to cook," she said, hands on hips, "because you'd probably make some other kind of terrifying spaceman food. What do Time Lords eat, anyway?"
The Doctor considered, opened his mouth, and then shut it again. He shook his head. "You definitely would not like it."
"Well, I cannot do more toast on marmalade or whatever that weird purple thing was Tuesday. I don't care if it was just fine for my metabolism, it tasted horrible."
Donna frowned. She suspected that she was grumpier than usual because she was hungry, but she had been planning for this argument for a while.
"Wellllllllllll," the Doctor said, rolling the L's around on his tongue and ending with a popping noise, "we could go get fish and chips?"
Donna's stomach grumbled. "On Earth? A proper fish-and-chips shop?"
"Where else?" the Doctor said, and grinned at her. "Nothing like the chips on Earth. I know just the place."
He turned on his heel and dashed down the hallway toward the control room. Donna watched him go, a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm. The Doctor got excited about the strangest small things.
She followed him after a moment, missing his quick dive back a few years in the TARDIS's log to find the location of a certain little hole-in-the-wall shop where a man with a leather jacket had eaten chips with a blonde, and laughed when he burned his tongue. The memory still ached a little, around the edges, but he wanted to go anyway. They were the best fish-and-chips he'd ever found, even if that had been because of the company.
"Here we go!" he said, pulling the biggest lever, and he and Donna shot off towards Earth and their next adventure.
(Donna was a little miffed when dinner was interrupted by a Slitheen, but she got a doggy bag.)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 341 words
Prompt: fandom_stocking for
tessercatPairing: Ten & Donna gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "I'm not asking you to cook," she said, hands on hips, "because you'd probably make some other kind of terrifying spaceman food. What do Time Lords eat, anyway?"
Donna liked to think of herself as adventurous but she was pretty sure that one more night of alien takeout was going to make her scream. She told the Doctor so.
"I'm not asking you to cook," she said, hands on hips, "because you'd probably make some other kind of terrifying spaceman food. What do Time Lords eat, anyway?"
The Doctor considered, opened his mouth, and then shut it again. He shook his head. "You definitely would not like it."
"Well, I cannot do more toast on marmalade or whatever that weird purple thing was Tuesday. I don't care if it was just fine for my metabolism, it tasted horrible."
Donna frowned. She suspected that she was grumpier than usual because she was hungry, but she had been planning for this argument for a while.
"Wellllllllllll," the Doctor said, rolling the L's around on his tongue and ending with a popping noise, "we could go get fish and chips?"
Donna's stomach grumbled. "On Earth? A proper fish-and-chips shop?"
"Where else?" the Doctor said, and grinned at her. "Nothing like the chips on Earth. I know just the place."
He turned on his heel and dashed down the hallway toward the control room. Donna watched him go, a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm. The Doctor got excited about the strangest small things.
She followed him after a moment, missing his quick dive back a few years in the TARDIS's log to find the location of a certain little hole-in-the-wall shop where a man with a leather jacket had eaten chips with a blonde, and laughed when he burned his tongue. The memory still ached a little, around the edges, but he wanted to go anyway. They were the best fish-and-chips he'd ever found, even if that had been because of the company.
"Here we go!" he said, pulling the biggest lever, and he and Donna shot off towards Earth and their next adventure.
(Donna was a little miffed when dinner was interrupted by a Slitheen, but she got a doggy bag.)