Prompt Table: Prompts 21-30

May 12, 2009 13:50

 
More of that prompt table set from here, which nschick was lovely enough to put up at doctor_donna a while back.  Numbers 1-10 and 11-20

are linked, and no, most of them aren't 100 words, though they're all under 200.  So there.  :p


Prompt #21: Reading (162)

“Oh, now this is interesting!”

“Donna, I mean it. Cut it out!”

The Doctor grabbed for the book but Donna hopped up onto the kitchen table, waving it above her head and laughing.

“It says here that Time Lords choose to regenerate younger after their thousandth birthday because otherwise they sprout some sort of inferiority complex, thinking they're getting gray hairs and all that. Very educational, this book....”

“Does it really say that?” the Doctor asked, then shook his head and tried to climb up beside her, only to have his friend jump off and scurry across the room. “Of course it doesn't. Now give it back! That's mine!” Donna pointed at his head and burst into laughter, and he immediately pulled a small mirror out of his pocket. “Not another one! Come on!”

Donna was laughing so hard she fell to the floor, dropping the copy of “Time Lord Anatomy for Dummies” into the sink as she slid down the wall.

Prompt #22: Fight (168)

“What, would you rather I went home? If that's your attitude, maybe I should,” she offered flatly.

"Go on, then! Leave!” he said in frustration. “Just....get out.”

The control room fell into silence for several minutes.

“Okay,” Donna finally responded. The Doctor turned from his position at the monitor and faced her, his eyes wide. “Excuse me?”

“I said okay. If you want me to leave, I'll go,” she repeated, barely managing to keep her voice steady. She turned on her heel and left the control room.

He didn't follow her.

She returned under half an hour later, her bags dragging behind her. “Chiswick,” she murmured at the console, and the TARDIS obliged, though it put up a fuss, pitching about harshly. “About time,” she managed when they landed, and patted the TARDIS gears fondly.

She grabbed her belongings and walked over to the TARDIS door. It was only then that he realized she wasn't kidding.

“Donna, wait, I didn't mean-”

His words were lost to Donna as the door slammed shut behind her.

Prompt #23: Anger (191)

“So, what's there to do on this thing?” Donna asked casually. Her new friend looked rather offended at her question. “What?”

“First of all, it -I mean she- is a girl. She has feelings too, you know,” he lectured, “and is....well, she's sensitive sometimes.”

“Are you telling me your spaceship gets PMS?” she confirmed. Suddenly the whole console became red hot, burning one of Donna's hands but leaving the Doctor unscathed. “Ow!” she yelled, sucking on her fingertips. “Did the TARDIS just pick a fight with me?”

“You insulted her,” he reminded, wagging a finger.

“You've made her pretty angry. Just give her a few minutes to cool down. Literally, by the way,” he noted as his suit started smoking. “She's got quite a temper. Tell her you're sorry and go to the kitchen.”

“What? Why?”

“She's a forgiving girl,” the Doctor stated proudly, “she'll probably have some bandages for you in there, along with some dinner.”

Donna shrugged and left the room. A moment later he heard a scream. “Of course, she might make you wear the dinner and try to eat the bandage,” he chuckled under his breath.

Prompt #24: Devour (189)

The Doctor sat at the kitchen table, staring uncomfortably at a very mothering Donna Noble.

“Come on, Doctor, just take it,” she coaxed, her voice infinitely softer than he'd ever heard her.

“I'm fine, thanks,” he muttered.

“Please? Just a bit,” she urged him quietly.

“Donna, really, I already ate today,” he repeated, looking at the dish between them and then back up at his friend.

The gentle smile dropped from her face and she shoved the plate at him.

“Listen, Spaceman, you're skinny as a rail and I've never seen you eat -not once!- since I met you. Now, I don't care if you are some high and mighty Time Lord, you're going to eat something!”

He sighed and picked up a fork. “Fine,” he relented. “Although I'm really not that hungry,” he added, just to spite her.

“Too bad,” she countered, folding her arms and watching him. He rolled his eyes dramatically, then devoured the bowl of pasta in less than two minutes.

As Donna's mouth hung open in shock he stood up and placed his dishes in the sink. “So,” he muttered, stifling a laugh, “dessert?”

Prompt #25: Apathy (148)

“Doctor?”

“Don't, Donna. Just don't.”

“Doctor, just listen,” she pleaded, but he kept going, getting farther from her.

“It doesn't matter. It's done now, nothing I can do to stop it.”

“Please....”

“Donna, stop,” he commanded flatly. “It won't help. Just be quiet.”

Donna watched him walk away, his back perfectly straight, no sign of emotion whatsoever. “Doctor, please,” she begged, “don't abandon me here. I need you.”

He spun toward her voice, advancing on her, his eyes devoid of the feeling or warmth he normally showed her. If she could have moved she would have tried to run, but instead she reached for his hand, desperately trying to make him stay. “Please....” she repeated.

“Donna, stop it,” he snapped. “I'm leaving.”

The Doctor turned away, his coat billowing out and hitting her in the face, and he strode off, leaving Donna trapped and sobbing on the ground.

Prompt #26: Fire (166) [Turn Left spoilers]

“Granddad, why do you suppose all these aliens are coming to Earth? I mean, why here?”

Wilf smiled at her and winked. “Everyone wants to meet the Queen, darling.”

“Oh, shut up, you silly old man,” Donna muttered, and leaned against him as the fire started to die out. They'd been stargazing less these days, ever since Wilf contracted that funny stomach flu. She watched the flames dance in the barrel and suddenly had an image of a tall man in a suit who could certainly use some better hair products, but she shook the thought off and looked up at her grandfather again. “Really, Gramps. Why can't anyone stop them?”

“Maybe,” Wilf suggested quietly, “there's someone who used to protect us, and they just stopped coming round. Maybe we made them angry, or they had more important things to do.”

Donna eyed the flames again and snuggled closer to Wilf as a shiver ran down her spine. “Maybe they couldn't do it alone,” she whispered.

Prompt #27: Mother (165) [Journey's End spoilers]

Rose was back, again, but this time she hadn't returned for him. John was losing his mind because of the metacrisis, retreating deeper into his head and regressing into a child.

He'd escaped from Rose and gone looking for 'Mum'. Rose called the Doctor, afraid John had left her. The TARDIS materialized beside her instantly and together they went after him.

Hearing the doorbell ring repeatedly, she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to answer it. “Hey,” she said into the door, “who's out there?”

There was no response, so she opened it a crack to reveal a tall, thin man in a tattered blue suit, tears running down his cheeks. “Mother,” he whispered happily.

Donna slammed the door in his face and took an aspirin to assuage her sudden headache. “Nutter.”

Prompt #28: Massage (193)

Donna and the Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS. Well, more accurately the Doctor stumbled in, leaning on a perfectly sound Donna. “I can't believe you broke your ankle,” she huffed, helping him to the med bay.

“Really, Donna, I'm fine,” he promised her, but she was hearing none of it. “I don't need to-”

“Shove over,” Donna interrupted. She took the injured foot and placed it in her lap. “There. How's that?”

He was silent for a moment, smiling gratefully as she massaged his sore joint. “Thanks, Donna,” he replied, “it feels great.”

“No problem,” she told him with a smile. “You know,” she said after a moment, “I'm surprised that -being a Time Lord and all- you can't just heal yourself. Odd, yeah?”

“Erm....well....since you mentioned it....” He gave Donna his most innocent grin as he nudged her in the stomach with his toes.

“You. Stupid. Git!” she yelled, and shoved him off the bed.

Prompt #29: Alcohol (177)

“Hey, Doctor,” Donna slurred, “how come you're not sick?”

The Doctor held back her hair and she vomited. “Because I didn't try to out drink a Judoon. I told you to be careful,” he reprimanded gently as her face paled again.

“I was,” she insisted, swaying slightly. “But I figured if I got them drunk we could get away.”

“Judoon have a liver roughly the size of your head. They could rob a liquor store and dispose of the evidence before the police found them. And still not be tipsy,” he giggled, and he was ready when she retched again, almost hitting him in the process.

“Sorry,” she murmured, catching her breath. “You shouldn't have to take care of me. Go to bed, okay?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Not until you're feeling better. Now come on, let's- Donna?”

She slumped against him with her head resting against his chest, obviously out cold. He carried her to her room and sat with her for the next few hours.

“You, Donna Noble,” he mused, “cannot hold your alcohol.”

Prompt #30: Bath (151)

Running toward the TARDIS, the Doctor saw Donna falling behind and grabbed her hand, pulling her along. They rushed through the doors, laughing hysterically.

“Oi, that's the last time we ever go to a planet where they fight wars by shooting peaches at the opposing sides.” She peeled off her coat, which was covered in random bits of gravy, cherries, and strangely enough had managed to attract a meringue pie. “That's disgusting.”

“Come on, Donna, it's fun,” the Doctor pouted. He walked over to her but she backed away, shaking her jacket at him as if it would deter him. “No chance, Spaceman,” she giggled. “I'm not giving you a hug until you've had a bath.”

He looked at her for a moment, wringing his hands, then flicked a large piece of rutabaga at her and scurried off. “Oh, you're gonna pay for that, Time Boy!”

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