Fic: "Stuck" (1/1) (Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
Title: "Stuck" (1/1)
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: A little all-dialogue ficlet detailing the dangers of not taking proper precautions with your Time Lord. Dedicated to alicat713 ;)
Rating: R (light, non-graphic)
Length: 272
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: This was inspired by a misunderstanding over a disc that was stuck (in the plastic insert tray DVDs come in ;) ). The other thing just sounded like something that would happen to the Doctor and Donna and so here you have my take on this particular cliché. ;) Unbeta'ed, all mistakes are mine. ;)
"Spaceman, you have ten seconds to get that thing out of there or so help me..."
"But, Donna, I told you I needed to slow down!"
"I thought you meant you were about to…arrive too soon. I didn't know you were going to swell up so much that we'd be stuck together like this! You're just lucky this doesn't hurt!"
"It's not my fault that your perfume triggered such an unexpected biological reaction in my-"
"One..."
"Now, let's be reasonable! The excessive swelling will only last a few moments so long as nothing, you know, excites the matter and-"
"Two…"
"-next time, I'll take proper precautions and, ahem, release some of the pressure first."
"Oh, you're thinking there'll be a 'next time,' are you? Three…"
"Wait, wait, it's not all bad as that, is it? We never have time to really talk anymore, what with all that running about saving the universe. So, how have you been? Let's talk about your feelings!"
"I'm feeling like giving you such a smack right now that your next two incarnations are going to feel it! And I'm not wearing perfume, thank you very much."
"Really? Because you smell good enough to-Ouch!"
"Oi, no licking! That's what got us in this mess to begin with and I want you settling down, not revving up again! Eight, nine..."
"Um, you skipped four through seven."
"I got tired of counting. I'm also tired of being twisted in a bloody knot, so fix this right now. Just - oh, I don't know - just lie back and think of England or something like that."
"Mmm, England..."
"DOCTORRRRR!"
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: A little all-dialogue ficlet detailing the dangers of not taking proper precautions with your Time Lord. Dedicated to alicat713 ;)
Rating: R (light, non-graphic)
Length: 272
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: This was inspired by a misunderstanding over a disc that was stuck (in the plastic insert tray DVDs come in ;) ). The other thing just sounded like something that would happen to the Doctor and Donna and so here you have my take on this particular cliché. ;) Unbeta'ed, all mistakes are mine. ;)
"Spaceman, you have ten seconds to get that thing out of there or so help me..."
"But, Donna, I told you I needed to slow down!"
"I thought you meant you were about to…arrive too soon. I didn't know you were going to swell up so much that we'd be stuck together like this! You're just lucky this doesn't hurt!"
"It's not my fault that your perfume triggered such an unexpected biological reaction in my-"
"One..."
"Now, let's be reasonable! The excessive swelling will only last a few moments so long as nothing, you know, excites the matter and-"
"Two…"
"-next time, I'll take proper precautions and, ahem, release some of the pressure first."
"Oh, you're thinking there'll be a 'next time,' are you? Three…"
"Wait, wait, it's not all bad as that, is it? We never have time to really talk anymore, what with all that running about saving the universe. So, how have you been? Let's talk about your feelings!"
"I'm feeling like giving you such a smack right now that your next two incarnations are going to feel it! And I'm not wearing perfume, thank you very much."
"Really? Because you smell good enough to-Ouch!"
"Oi, no licking! That's what got us in this mess to begin with and I want you settling down, not revving up again! Eight, nine..."
"Um, you skipped four through seven."
"I got tired of counting. I'm also tired of being twisted in a bloody knot, so fix this right now. Just - oh, I don't know - just lie back and think of England or something like that."
"Mmm, England..."
"DOCTORRRRR!"