Three Small Words
Title: Three Small Words
Characters: Donna and the Doctor
Rating: D for drunk!Donna fun
Summary: Donna, being a bit beyond plastered, makes a confession
Notes: written for weekly drabble challenge #10 at doctor_donna, for the prompt 'confession'. Thanks to nschick for keeping me awake at this hour so I could write it lol. Oh, and I admittedly had the idea when I saw my copy of the movie 'Josie and the Pussycats' laying on the end of my couch, so that is in fact where the title came from. I know, I'm lame. :p
"Doctor....”
“Just a minute, Donna....”
“But....well, I think I have to throw up. Just a bit.”
“Not on my coat!” the Doctor shouted, gently lowering Donna to the ground a few feet away from the TARDIS. After a couple minutes he looked down and noticed that Donna was staring up at him, an odd expression on her face. “You all right, Donna?”
“Yeah, I'm great,” she replied, taking almost a full minute to sound out her last word.
The Doctor shook his head and helped her back up, slowly making their way to his ship. When they reached the door he tried to prop her against the blue box but she slid down the side, her eyes partway closed. Once he'd unlocked the door Donna swung her head around to look in, swaying as the movement made her obviously dizzy.
“Come on, let me help you up,” he offered, but Donna shook her head and started to crawl inside, at least until she realized how sharp the grating of the floor really was. She grabbed onto his legs, slowly getting up and steadying herself against him.
“So,” she began, attempting to focus her eyes on his face, “remind me again why I agreed to go with you tonight?” She suddenly burst into a bout of sneezing, her nose running into his shoulder as her head continued to pitch forward.
“It's not my fault,” the Doctor protested, handing her a tissue. “I did warn you not to get anything from the bar while we were there, but you didn't listen. Went and got yourself properly drunk, you did. Some date you were.”
Donna sneezed again, by now more used to the random effects of her drinking, and smiled up at him once she was finished. “You weren't so bad yourself, Sunshine,” she muttered, nodding toward the hallway. “Now be a gentleman and let me go be sick again.”
The Doctor stared at her for a moment, then helped her down the corridor, laughing to himself.
Within ten minutes Donna had managed to throw up another six times -once on the Doctor's favorite trainers, swearing that she would by him another pair once she could actually walk into a shop again without tipping over- and within fifteen minutes she had removed the Doctor's tie and was using it as a hair band, just in case he couldn't pull her hair back fast enough. By the time she felt well enough to get into her room, the 'alcohol' had taken effect enough that she had lost feeling in both of her hands, and was feeling very giggly.
“Doctor, I've got a problem....” The Doctor had already reached her door by this point and turned around at her question, watching as she attempted to undo one of the buttons on her blouse; instead of closing around the round blue plastic her fingers bent at strange angles and she appeared to be petting an invisible animal that was sitting on her chest. She looked up at him, looking very frustrated and a bit helpless. “How am I supposed to take my clothes off?”
The Doctor walked back over to her and wrapped one arm behind her shoulder, placing the other under her knees and lifting her the rest of the way onto the bed. “You can sleep in that for now,” he told her quietly, noticing that she was clearly less coherent than she'd been only a minute before. “I'd help, but I think you'd punch me in the face, and if you did that I couldn't eat bananas for a week because they'd taste funny. Besides,” he added, “I....never mind. You'll be fine just like you are, okay?”
“That's really sweet of you to say,” Donna slurred, grinning up at him. “You know, for an alien bloke you're not all that bad. A bit skinny, but you're stronger than you look, carrying me around like that. Wish I could find a man like you running about.”
“Now I know you're drunk,” the Doctor muttered. He covered his friend in a blanket and turned to leave, but before he could shut the door he heard her babbling nonsense. “Donna?”
“Duck.....Dack.....no, that's not even a word,” she huffed. “Let's see, Di- no, that's definitely not right. Hickory dickery dock, the....oh, that's it!” she shouted triumphantly. “Doctor!”
The Doctor sighed as Donna tried to clap her hands together, practically slapping herself across the face for a change. “Yes, Donna, I'm here. What's the matter?”
“I wanted to tell you something,” she said urgently. “Come here.” He stared at her for a moment and she waved him over, her hand flapping limply from side to side. “Come on!”
“All right,” he said as he sat down beside her, “what is it? You need your rest, Donna.”
“Oh, I'm fine,” she mumbled dismissively. “But I have to tell you this. Come closer, Martian.”
The Doctor leaned closer and Donna glanced around, trying to make sure no one was listening. “Okay, so you can't tell anyone, but....I should have told you a long time ago, right, but I never did, and do you know why?” The Doctor slowly shook his head and Donna burst out laughing. “That's great!” she yelled. “Me neither!”
“Donna, you need to sleep. We'll talk in the morning, okay?”
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek but Donna wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her. “You can't leave me,” she whined. “Not until I tell you my secret.”
The Doctor nodded, pulling away slightly, and Donna grinned.
“Doctor, I've been meaning to tell you,” she began. “I love-”
She started sneezing again and after a minute relaxed back into her bed, drifting off.
“Donna? What did you want to tell me?”
Donna's eyes cracked open and she grinned like a little girl, staring at him for a moment.
“You promise you won't be mad?” she asked softly.
The Doctor smiled back, brushing the hair off her face. “I promise, Donna.”
“Okay, good, because you'll probably hate me after this, but....well....”
“Oh come on, Donna, just tell me,” he said with a laugh, and she bit her lip nervously. “Donna, what is it? Whatever it is, I won't hate you, I promise. I'm your best mate, remember?”
“See that's just it,” she muttered, now flicking at his nose with her finger. “I've been lying to you this whole time, and I don't think it's fair. You see, I've said this whole time that I didn't, but I really do. I love....well, I-”
“You love what, Donna?” he asked, backing away slightly. “Donna, who do you love?”
She gestured for him to come closer again and he reluctantly obliged, bending down so that his ear was barely an inch from her mouth.
“I love bananas,” she whispered, and a moment later he jerked away as he heard her snoring.