Fic: "Antidote" (1/1) (Doctor/Donna, Doctor Who)
Title: "Antidote" (1/1)
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: The Doctor experiences an unusual side-effect from a poisoned dart. Written for the Fifteen Ways Donna Shut The Doctor Up ficfest at doctor_donna ♥!
Rating: PG-13 (for minor naughtiness ;) )
Length: 1,231
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. ;) Yay, my first ficfest! *throws confetti* ;)
Dedicated to the loverly alicat713, who's not only been reading my Ten/Donna craziness, but who even made me a medal to celebrate hawt!Doctor/Donna!sexxins!with!ice!cream! ♥! (Sadly, though, there are no hawt sexxins with ice cream in this particular story. *points at rating* *giggles* ;) ) ♥!
Oi, Donna bemoaned, putting her hands over her eyes briefly as she leaned against the counter in the TARDIS medical bay. He ought to register that gob of his as a lethal weapon! I swear, I'm about to go crazy from all this constant noise!
"And so you see, Donna," the Doctor went on as he had for the past ten minutes since they'd outrun the natives and made good their getaway, "the venom - well, technically it's a toxin, though the difference is only in the method of delivery. Anyway, the toxin has more than just a chemical component to it. There's a slight psychic element which means that-"
"So are you going to be able to come up with a cure?" she hollered over him.
"-any cure will have to be comprised of a two pronged attack. I can easily create the chemical antidote; in fact, I already have-" he held up a vial of neon pink liquid "-but the problem is going to be neutralizing that psychic element. Without that, then there's no way that I can-Yes, Donna, I see that you're trying to get me to let you get a word in edgewise but, unfortunately, I can't stop talking, no matter how hard I try. So you'll just have to excuse my rudeness because there's really no way that I can do any differently. Oh, I can take the antidote-"
He pulled the stopper and chugged back the neon pink contents in one gulp, never missing a word. "-but it's not going to be able to deal with the psychic component, which is what is causing me to just keep talking like this. And you have to admit that I do normally pause for breath every once in a while, don't you? Unlike now, when my respiratory bypass is perilously close to kicking in. And so I'm hoping that you'll give me some leeway on this and-"
She smacked him across the face.
"DONNA!" he yelped indignantly. "Well, thank you so much for your kindness and sympathy! Honestly, you'd think there would be some allowance for special circumstances that aren't under my control and-"
"Sorry!" she said over him again. "I thought that maybe that might help. You know, how they slap a hysterical person to snap them out of it?"
"-you'd have some inherent sympathy for my situation and- Okay, well, I understand what you were trying, then. You're actually on the right track because I need something surprising to basically jump-start my control over the speech center in my brain once again. However, you slapping me is hardly surprising, so I'm afraid that won't quite work. We'll just have to come up with something else that's a-"
She grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him. He kept on muttering against her lips.
"-surprise and as nice as this is, and admittedly it is very nice, this is more in the line of a shock, not a surprise, and it's actually not that much of a shock since you've already done this once before. Which I very much appreciated, I should mention again, because cyanide poisoning is certainly no fun and-Oh, are you done already? I wasn't really telling you that you had to stop, I was just trying to explain why, in this instance, it simply wasn't going to work quite as efficiently as it had done before and-"
Donna released him, stepping back to consider her options as he continued what seemed to have been one giant, run-on sentence from the moment he'd shoved her aside and been hit by the slender dart intended for her.
"-oh, no need to feel guilty," he said, catching her expression. "It was entirely my fault for not realizing that we'd arrived during the Festival of Zoomba in the waning of the last harvest moon when, according to their mythology, the color red is considered the highest of all bad omens. So, of course, when they see ginger-you stepping out into the moonlight, hair all a-glow like a flame, the first thing they'll do is reach for the adoola darts and-"
"What would it have done to me?" she called. "Made me gab on like you are?"
"-whammo! They really are quite excellent shots, you know. Good thing I have superior reflexes and no, it wouldn't have had the same effect on you. Human physiology is nothing at all like a Time Lord's. You would've been quite seriously ill for several weeks, even with immediate medical treatment, and if you hadn't gotten immediate treatment, well, let's not even worry about that, shall we? So you see, it's not quite such of a bad trade-off when you look at it that way and-"
"How long is this going to last?" she said over him. She felt a chill go down her spine, not having realized what a close-call she'd had. She'd been so concerned - well, all right, annoyed and concerned - with him gabbing on non-stop that she hadn't paused to think about the danger she had just avoided. Thanks to him.
"-so even with the-Oh, I'd say just until I stumble across something that has enough of a surprise factor to it that it jolts my cerebrum in just the right way. Could be a few more minutes, could be years, if we don't find just the right-Now, no need to look dismayed! I'm sure there's got to be something here that will do the trick! In fact, I have things stashed all over the TARDIS that will certainly be a surprise when I stumble upon them again! It's all a matter of finding the right one. Let's see, what do I have in these cabinets, eh? Oh, look, jelly babies! I wonder why I kept a bag in the medical bay. Well, they're practically medicinal, I suppose, aren't they? You never can underestimate the healing properties of-"
Donna tuned out his babble as he ransacked the cabinets with the same cheerful exuberance as he was nattering on. She could really only think of one thing shocking - oh, excuse me, I mean surprising! - enough to qualify.
While his back was turned, she quickly unhooked and slipped out of her bra, then undid the buttons on her blouse. Clutching it across her chest, she took a deep breath, then loudly said, "Doctor!"
"-and I have no idea why I have a set of spanners and sprockets in here but honestly, you never know when one might need a spanner and sprocket set so-Yes, Donna? What-?"
As he turned, she yanked her blouse open wide.
The Doctor's jaw dropped, then shut with an audible click. Blessed silence descended so quickly Donna felt as if she'd momentarily gone deaf.
"And there you go," she said a bit smugly, closing the blouse and starting to button it again.
"Now, now," he said quickly, eyes sparkling, "let's not be too hasty here. I mean, what if I should have a relapse?"
She gave a - mostly - indignant squawk, picking up her bra and flinging it at him. He ducked, deftly plucking it out of the air, and dashed out of the medical bay, waving it like a banner over his head.
"Oi!" she yelped, giving chase. "You bring that back!"
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: The Doctor experiences an unusual side-effect from a poisoned dart. Written for the Fifteen Ways Donna Shut The Doctor Up ficfest at doctor_donna ♥!
Rating: PG-13 (for minor naughtiness ;) )
Length: 1,231
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. ;) Yay, my first ficfest! *throws confetti* ;)
Dedicated to the loverly alicat713, who's not only been reading my Ten/Donna craziness, but who even made me a medal to celebrate hawt!Doctor/Donna!sexxins!with!ice!cream! ♥! (Sadly, though, there are no hawt sexxins with ice cream in this particular story. *points at rating* *giggles* ;) ) ♥!
Oi, Donna bemoaned, putting her hands over her eyes briefly as she leaned against the counter in the TARDIS medical bay. He ought to register that gob of his as a lethal weapon! I swear, I'm about to go crazy from all this constant noise!
"And so you see, Donna," the Doctor went on as he had for the past ten minutes since they'd outrun the natives and made good their getaway, "the venom - well, technically it's a toxin, though the difference is only in the method of delivery. Anyway, the toxin has more than just a chemical component to it. There's a slight psychic element which means that-"
"So are you going to be able to come up with a cure?" she hollered over him.
"-any cure will have to be comprised of a two pronged attack. I can easily create the chemical antidote; in fact, I already have-" he held up a vial of neon pink liquid "-but the problem is going to be neutralizing that psychic element. Without that, then there's no way that I can-Yes, Donna, I see that you're trying to get me to let you get a word in edgewise but, unfortunately, I can't stop talking, no matter how hard I try. So you'll just have to excuse my rudeness because there's really no way that I can do any differently. Oh, I can take the antidote-"
He pulled the stopper and chugged back the neon pink contents in one gulp, never missing a word. "-but it's not going to be able to deal with the psychic component, which is what is causing me to just keep talking like this. And you have to admit that I do normally pause for breath every once in a while, don't you? Unlike now, when my respiratory bypass is perilously close to kicking in. And so I'm hoping that you'll give me some leeway on this and-"
She smacked him across the face.
"DONNA!" he yelped indignantly. "Well, thank you so much for your kindness and sympathy! Honestly, you'd think there would be some allowance for special circumstances that aren't under my control and-"
"Sorry!" she said over him again. "I thought that maybe that might help. You know, how they slap a hysterical person to snap them out of it?"
"-you'd have some inherent sympathy for my situation and- Okay, well, I understand what you were trying, then. You're actually on the right track because I need something surprising to basically jump-start my control over the speech center in my brain once again. However, you slapping me is hardly surprising, so I'm afraid that won't quite work. We'll just have to come up with something else that's a-"
She grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him. He kept on muttering against her lips.
"-surprise and as nice as this is, and admittedly it is very nice, this is more in the line of a shock, not a surprise, and it's actually not that much of a shock since you've already done this once before. Which I very much appreciated, I should mention again, because cyanide poisoning is certainly no fun and-Oh, are you done already? I wasn't really telling you that you had to stop, I was just trying to explain why, in this instance, it simply wasn't going to work quite as efficiently as it had done before and-"
Donna released him, stepping back to consider her options as he continued what seemed to have been one giant, run-on sentence from the moment he'd shoved her aside and been hit by the slender dart intended for her.
"-oh, no need to feel guilty," he said, catching her expression. "It was entirely my fault for not realizing that we'd arrived during the Festival of Zoomba in the waning of the last harvest moon when, according to their mythology, the color red is considered the highest of all bad omens. So, of course, when they see ginger-you stepping out into the moonlight, hair all a-glow like a flame, the first thing they'll do is reach for the adoola darts and-"
"What would it have done to me?" she called. "Made me gab on like you are?"
"-whammo! They really are quite excellent shots, you know. Good thing I have superior reflexes and no, it wouldn't have had the same effect on you. Human physiology is nothing at all like a Time Lord's. You would've been quite seriously ill for several weeks, even with immediate medical treatment, and if you hadn't gotten immediate treatment, well, let's not even worry about that, shall we? So you see, it's not quite such of a bad trade-off when you look at it that way and-"
"How long is this going to last?" she said over him. She felt a chill go down her spine, not having realized what a close-call she'd had. She'd been so concerned - well, all right, annoyed and concerned - with him gabbing on non-stop that she hadn't paused to think about the danger she had just avoided. Thanks to him.
"-so even with the-Oh, I'd say just until I stumble across something that has enough of a surprise factor to it that it jolts my cerebrum in just the right way. Could be a few more minutes, could be years, if we don't find just the right-Now, no need to look dismayed! I'm sure there's got to be something here that will do the trick! In fact, I have things stashed all over the TARDIS that will certainly be a surprise when I stumble upon them again! It's all a matter of finding the right one. Let's see, what do I have in these cabinets, eh? Oh, look, jelly babies! I wonder why I kept a bag in the medical bay. Well, they're practically medicinal, I suppose, aren't they? You never can underestimate the healing properties of-"
Donna tuned out his babble as he ransacked the cabinets with the same cheerful exuberance as he was nattering on. She could really only think of one thing shocking - oh, excuse me, I mean surprising! - enough to qualify.
While his back was turned, she quickly unhooked and slipped out of her bra, then undid the buttons on her blouse. Clutching it across her chest, she took a deep breath, then loudly said, "Doctor!"
"-and I have no idea why I have a set of spanners and sprockets in here but honestly, you never know when one might need a spanner and sprocket set so-Yes, Donna? What-?"
As he turned, she yanked her blouse open wide.
The Doctor's jaw dropped, then shut with an audible click. Blessed silence descended so quickly Donna felt as if she'd momentarily gone deaf.
"And there you go," she said a bit smugly, closing the blouse and starting to button it again.
"Now, now," he said quickly, eyes sparkling, "let's not be too hasty here. I mean, what if I should have a relapse?"
She gave a - mostly - indignant squawk, picking up her bra and flinging it at him. He ducked, deftly plucking it out of the air, and dashed out of the medical bay, waving it like a banner over his head.
"Oi!" she yelped, giving chase. "You bring that back!"