Prompt Table: Prompts 11-20
The next ten of my drabble set, which is taken from
nschick's prompt table here.
The previous ten (Father, Dream, Hate, Work, Year, Sacrifice, Run, Photograph, Car, and Game) are here.
A few updates from ficworld. Yes, I know, I suck at the update game. I've temporarily frozen up on "Daddy's Little General" (I seriously just need to finish chapter three then it's done, but I'm at an impasse for some reason) but everything else is going quite nicely. Hopefully will be doing these more regularly and I have a whole new fic which will hopefully debut sometime around Christmas. Until then, enjoy these!
Prompt #11: Earth (137)
“Seriously, this is not my thing.”
“Just try it. You might like it. I find it relaxing.”
Donna rolled her eyes and grabbed the shovel from his hand. “Fine.”
She made a fuss as she got dirt between her fingers and chipped a nail. “You're hopeless,” he teased, and left to get them both a drink.
As soon as he was gone Donna dropped the shovel to the floor of the TARDIS garden and stood up. The small dirt patch where they were planting that day was only a few feet square, but that didn't stop her.
She slipped off her shoes and clambered up over the small barrier of the garden, stepping in between two plants. She closed her eyes and leaned against a small tree, relishing the feel of the soft earth between her toes.
Prompt #12: Ice Cream (119) [Silence in the Library, Forest of the Dead spoilers]
“Is she there? The nice woman?”
Donna knew she meant her, but what was she supposed to say, if anything? “She's dead,” she whispered at the Doctor.
“Is that the nice woman?”
“Help her, Donna,” he told her. How could she help her? “Yeah, it's me.”
“Don't tell the others. They'll only laugh.”
Donna nodded, then realized the girl couldn't see anymore. She couldn't do anything anymore; she was just a brainwave in a box.
“I can't think....I don't know....”
She was conscious. She was dead, but she could still feel, a woman trapped in a machine, her soul forced to stay in a communicator.
“Ice cream....ice cream....ice cream....”
Just a freak of technology, they called it.
Prompt #13: Freeze (150)
The Doctor awoke in the frigid prison cell, taking inventory to make sure he hadn't been injured when the guards dragged them there. Them. Us. Donna.
He looked around the small space, almost missing his companion huddled in the far corner. “Donna?” She started, slowly turning to look at him.
“Hey, come here,” he coaxed gently, waiting for her to push herself up and stumble toward him. “You okay?”
She nodded, but he could see her breath on the air, her lips blue from the cold. “Donna, you're freezing to death,” he chastised softly. “Why were you clear over there?”
“You were asleep,” she murmured, her teeth chattering. “I didn't want to wake you.”
He pulled her close and elevated his own body temperature, insisting that she lean against him to stay warm. She fell asleep after a while, still shivering but reassured that her friend would keep her safe.
Prompt #14: Reunion (163) [Doctor's Daughter, Journey's End spoilers]
Donna laughed loudly into her mobile, almost not hearing the male voice saying, “Yes, Donna Noble. You need to stay away from her.” She doubled back to listen to the couple fighting, a lanky man in a suit and a pretty young blonde who looked very upset.
“But she's my mum,” the girl was protesting, “you can't expect me not to see her.” The man got angry then, yelling something about burning.
“Jenny, you can't.” He gently grabbed the girl's shoulders. “Just listen to me for once.”
“You're the Doctor, can't you fix it?” she cried, sending a shiver through Donna's body.
“Please, Jenny,” he murmured, close to tears himself, “listen to your father. If you love Donna as much as I do, you'll avoid her.” Donna gasped and dropped her purse to the ground.
The young woman caught a glimpse of her and burst into sobs. “Dad.....Dad, look.”
Donna stared at the pair of them for a second, suddenly dizzy. “Doctor?”
Prompt #15: Death (169)
Before he could stop her she stepped in front of him. The bullet struck her in the chest, its impact forcing her backward and into his arms.
“You okay, Spaceman?” she muttered, trying to steady herself. “Doctor, are you all right?”
He just stood there, speechless, his hand instinctively resting against Donna's heart. “Come on, Doctor, please....” she begged, “answer me.” Unable to stand any longer, she collapsed against him.
“No!” The Doctor slid to his knees, supporting her weight. He pressed his palm tighter over the wound but her shirt was already drenched in blood. “Donna, just hold on. I'll fix this,” he promised, even as he felt her pulse fading beneath his touch.
“It's okay, Doctor,” she whispered, “it's all right.” She lifted his hand off her chest, grasping it reassuringly. “Donna, no,” he began, but she shushed him. “Why? Why did you....”
“That's what mates do,” she replied simply, smiling at him as the blood ran freely from her body and flowed over their intertwined fingers.
Prompt #16: Sex (145)
The guard leaned in, much too close to her face. “Sex?” he grunted. Donna's mouth dropped open and the Doctor had to literally restrain her. “How dare you!” she yelled.
“Donna? Donna, calm down,” he urged her. She struggled against his gentle yet firm hold. “Let me go,” she threatened. He gripped her tighter and prevented her from approaching the guard, who was grinning sarcastically.
“I said, 'Sex?',” he repeated with a pasted on smile.
“And again,” the Doctor muttered with an eye roll, whirling Donna around and pressing her against him before she gave into the guard's taunting and got them into more trouble.
“He means your gender,” he explained after a moment, as if that would diffuse the situation.
“Oh,” Donna said calmly, pulling back from him slightly. “Well then....” She caught on and spun toward the guard. “OH! You git!' she yelled.
Prompt #17: Jump (152) [Runaway Bride spoilers, although....]
He can't seriously expect me to jump. He's a complete stranger. Why would I trust him?
She can't stay there, it's not safe. Jump, Donna.
He's a nutter. There's no way I'm jumping on the motorway. No way.
I'm not losing someone else. Not now. I have to save her. Come on, Donna, jump.
Look at him. He could have just left me, but he's flying around in a blue box and I've got nowhere else to go. Santa's a robot, after all.
Donna, come on. Please trust me. Jump!
He wants me to trust him. I don't even know his name. He lost his friend, what's to keep him from losing me?
No, no, no! They can't get away! Donna, please, I'll save you. Just trust me. Jump!
Stupid Martian. But he hasn't hurt me yet. Okay, Doctor Whatever-Your-Name-Is, here I come. I hope I can trust you.
Prompt #18: Heaven (182)
“Judoon platoon upon the Moon.”
Donna entered the control room and watched the Doctor jumping around the console, muttering to himself. “Judoon platoon upon the Moon,” he repeated with a giggle.
“Excuse me, Spaceman?”
“Oh. Hello, Donna. Didn't see you there.” He flashed her a grin and turned around. “Judoon platoon upon the Moon.”
Donna tapped her foot on the floor until he made his way back to her. Then she slapped him. “Ow! What was that for?”
“What are you talking about, Doctor? Are you just talking rubbish?” He stared at her, confused. “Don't play stupid with me, dumbo. You said something about the Moon.”
His face lit up. “Oh! Quite right I did.” He gestured toward the door. “Fancy going outside?”
After a moment's consideration she followed him out of the TARDIS. “Oh my....we're on the bloody moon!”
They stared down at the Earth, watching it hanging in the heavens before them.
“Well, this is nicer than last time,” the Doctor remarked calmly, then walked back into the TARDIS, leaving Donna standing outside alone with her mouth hanging open.
Prompt #19: Minute (121)
“Doctor!” she screamed. “Doctor, wake up!”
She felt his hearts, both pumping precious life through her friend, but he wasn't breathing. “Oh, you so owe me for this,” she threatened as she put her mouth to his and gave him air. “Doctor, come on,” she prodded. “Why won't you breathe?”
It was his fault really, his idea to go scuba diving without an air tank. He'd promised her that he'd be safe, said he had some Time Lord trick that would keep him going. “Respiratory bypass my foot,” she quipped, desperately breathing for him again.
“Doctor!” she shouted, crying now and feeling the seconds tick by as he lay still. It was the longest minute of Donna's life. Then he coughed.
Prompt #20: Holiday (164)
Donna hated arguing with the Doctor. Mostly because she never won.
Bound and determined, that was her friend summed up in a few words. Today she'd been talked into a traditional Christmas meal with an 'old friend' of his.
“You know I hate Christmas, right?” He smiled at her and rolled his eyes, then led her outside.
They walked down a deserted street until they reached a church. They knocked on the door and waited for a moment, then Doctor's face broke into a smile as an older gentleman in a robe cracked open the door to greet them.
“Nicholas, nice to see you again. This is my friend Donna,” he said happily, gesturing toward his companion. The other man smiled in Donna's direction, then excused himself to finish preparing dinner.
“So,” Donna said after a moment, “who is he?”
Nicholas popped his head out of the door and waved them inside.
“Donna Noble,” the Doctor responded with a wide grin, “meet Santa Claus.”
nschick's prompt table here.
The previous ten (Father, Dream, Hate, Work, Year, Sacrifice, Run, Photograph, Car, and Game) are here.
A few updates from ficworld. Yes, I know, I suck at the update game. I've temporarily frozen up on "Daddy's Little General" (I seriously just need to finish chapter three then it's done, but I'm at an impasse for some reason) but everything else is going quite nicely. Hopefully will be doing these more regularly and I have a whole new fic which will hopefully debut sometime around Christmas. Until then, enjoy these!
Prompt #11: Earth (137)
“Seriously, this is not my thing.”
“Just try it. You might like it. I find it relaxing.”
Donna rolled her eyes and grabbed the shovel from his hand. “Fine.”
She made a fuss as she got dirt between her fingers and chipped a nail. “You're hopeless,” he teased, and left to get them both a drink.
As soon as he was gone Donna dropped the shovel to the floor of the TARDIS garden and stood up. The small dirt patch where they were planting that day was only a few feet square, but that didn't stop her.
She slipped off her shoes and clambered up over the small barrier of the garden, stepping in between two plants. She closed her eyes and leaned against a small tree, relishing the feel of the soft earth between her toes.
Prompt #12: Ice Cream (119) [Silence in the Library, Forest of the Dead spoilers]
“Is she there? The nice woman?”
Donna knew she meant her, but what was she supposed to say, if anything? “She's dead,” she whispered at the Doctor.
“Is that the nice woman?”
“Help her, Donna,” he told her. How could she help her? “Yeah, it's me.”
“Don't tell the others. They'll only laugh.”
Donna nodded, then realized the girl couldn't see anymore. She couldn't do anything anymore; she was just a brainwave in a box.
“I can't think....I don't know....”
She was conscious. She was dead, but she could still feel, a woman trapped in a machine, her soul forced to stay in a communicator.
“Ice cream....ice cream....ice cream....”
Just a freak of technology, they called it.
Prompt #13: Freeze (150)
The Doctor awoke in the frigid prison cell, taking inventory to make sure he hadn't been injured when the guards dragged them there. Them. Us. Donna.
He looked around the small space, almost missing his companion huddled in the far corner. “Donna?” She started, slowly turning to look at him.
“Hey, come here,” he coaxed gently, waiting for her to push herself up and stumble toward him. “You okay?”
She nodded, but he could see her breath on the air, her lips blue from the cold. “Donna, you're freezing to death,” he chastised softly. “Why were you clear over there?”
“You were asleep,” she murmured, her teeth chattering. “I didn't want to wake you.”
He pulled her close and elevated his own body temperature, insisting that she lean against him to stay warm. She fell asleep after a while, still shivering but reassured that her friend would keep her safe.
Prompt #14: Reunion (163) [Doctor's Daughter, Journey's End spoilers]
Donna laughed loudly into her mobile, almost not hearing the male voice saying, “Yes, Donna Noble. You need to stay away from her.” She doubled back to listen to the couple fighting, a lanky man in a suit and a pretty young blonde who looked very upset.
“But she's my mum,” the girl was protesting, “you can't expect me not to see her.” The man got angry then, yelling something about burning.
“Jenny, you can't.” He gently grabbed the girl's shoulders. “Just listen to me for once.”
“You're the Doctor, can't you fix it?” she cried, sending a shiver through Donna's body.
“Please, Jenny,” he murmured, close to tears himself, “listen to your father. If you love Donna as much as I do, you'll avoid her.” Donna gasped and dropped her purse to the ground.
The young woman caught a glimpse of her and burst into sobs. “Dad.....Dad, look.”
Donna stared at the pair of them for a second, suddenly dizzy. “Doctor?”
Prompt #15: Death (169)
Before he could stop her she stepped in front of him. The bullet struck her in the chest, its impact forcing her backward and into his arms.
“You okay, Spaceman?” she muttered, trying to steady herself. “Doctor, are you all right?”
He just stood there, speechless, his hand instinctively resting against Donna's heart. “Come on, Doctor, please....” she begged, “answer me.” Unable to stand any longer, she collapsed against him.
“No!” The Doctor slid to his knees, supporting her weight. He pressed his palm tighter over the wound but her shirt was already drenched in blood. “Donna, just hold on. I'll fix this,” he promised, even as he felt her pulse fading beneath his touch.
“It's okay, Doctor,” she whispered, “it's all right.” She lifted his hand off her chest, grasping it reassuringly. “Donna, no,” he began, but she shushed him. “Why? Why did you....”
“That's what mates do,” she replied simply, smiling at him as the blood ran freely from her body and flowed over their intertwined fingers.
Prompt #16: Sex (145)
The guard leaned in, much too close to her face. “Sex?” he grunted. Donna's mouth dropped open and the Doctor had to literally restrain her. “How dare you!” she yelled.
“Donna? Donna, calm down,” he urged her. She struggled against his gentle yet firm hold. “Let me go,” she threatened. He gripped her tighter and prevented her from approaching the guard, who was grinning sarcastically.
“I said, 'Sex?',” he repeated with a pasted on smile.
“And again,” the Doctor muttered with an eye roll, whirling Donna around and pressing her against him before she gave into the guard's taunting and got them into more trouble.
“He means your gender,” he explained after a moment, as if that would diffuse the situation.
“Oh,” Donna said calmly, pulling back from him slightly. “Well then....” She caught on and spun toward the guard. “OH! You git!' she yelled.
Prompt #17: Jump (152) [Runaway Bride spoilers, although....]
He can't seriously expect me to jump. He's a complete stranger. Why would I trust him?
She can't stay there, it's not safe. Jump, Donna.
He's a nutter. There's no way I'm jumping on the motorway. No way.
I'm not losing someone else. Not now. I have to save her. Come on, Donna, jump.
Look at him. He could have just left me, but he's flying around in a blue box and I've got nowhere else to go. Santa's a robot, after all.
Donna, come on. Please trust me. Jump!
He wants me to trust him. I don't even know his name. He lost his friend, what's to keep him from losing me?
No, no, no! They can't get away! Donna, please, I'll save you. Just trust me. Jump!
Stupid Martian. But he hasn't hurt me yet. Okay, Doctor Whatever-Your-Name-Is, here I come. I hope I can trust you.
Prompt #18: Heaven (182)
“Judoon platoon upon the Moon.”
Donna entered the control room and watched the Doctor jumping around the console, muttering to himself. “Judoon platoon upon the Moon,” he repeated with a giggle.
“Excuse me, Spaceman?”
“Oh. Hello, Donna. Didn't see you there.” He flashed her a grin and turned around. “Judoon platoon upon the Moon.”
Donna tapped her foot on the floor until he made his way back to her. Then she slapped him. “Ow! What was that for?”
“What are you talking about, Doctor? Are you just talking rubbish?” He stared at her, confused. “Don't play stupid with me, dumbo. You said something about the Moon.”
His face lit up. “Oh! Quite right I did.” He gestured toward the door. “Fancy going outside?”
After a moment's consideration she followed him out of the TARDIS. “Oh my....we're on the bloody moon!”
They stared down at the Earth, watching it hanging in the heavens before them.
“Well, this is nicer than last time,” the Doctor remarked calmly, then walked back into the TARDIS, leaving Donna standing outside alone with her mouth hanging open.
Prompt #19: Minute (121)
“Doctor!” she screamed. “Doctor, wake up!”
She felt his hearts, both pumping precious life through her friend, but he wasn't breathing. “Oh, you so owe me for this,” she threatened as she put her mouth to his and gave him air. “Doctor, come on,” she prodded. “Why won't you breathe?”
It was his fault really, his idea to go scuba diving without an air tank. He'd promised her that he'd be safe, said he had some Time Lord trick that would keep him going. “Respiratory bypass my foot,” she quipped, desperately breathing for him again.
“Doctor!” she shouted, crying now and feeling the seconds tick by as he lay still. It was the longest minute of Donna's life. Then he coughed.
Prompt #20: Holiday (164)
Donna hated arguing with the Doctor. Mostly because she never won.
Bound and determined, that was her friend summed up in a few words. Today she'd been talked into a traditional Christmas meal with an 'old friend' of his.
“You know I hate Christmas, right?” He smiled at her and rolled his eyes, then led her outside.
They walked down a deserted street until they reached a church. They knocked on the door and waited for a moment, then Doctor's face broke into a smile as an older gentleman in a robe cracked open the door to greet them.
“Nicholas, nice to see you again. This is my friend Donna,” he said happily, gesturing toward his companion. The other man smiled in Donna's direction, then excused himself to finish preparing dinner.
“So,” Donna said after a moment, “who is he?”
Nicholas popped his head out of the door and waved them inside.
“Donna Noble,” the Doctor responded with a wide grin, “meet Santa Claus.”