Company
Title: Company
Characters: Donna, the Doctor
Summary/Rating: our two favorite time travellers in bed. Rated G, because you should know me by now. ;)
Notes: written for the 15th weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna for the prompt 'watching'. Thanks to nschick for being my muse. =D
"You know, this might not have been a complete mistake after all.”
“Oh really?” he replied. He shifted closer to her and grinned. “I might have to agree with you.”
“Watch it, Spaceman. If your head gets any bigger you'll fall off the bed.”
The Doctor pouted, then shoved a pillow at her and smiled again. “It was my idea,” he protested. “I suggested it but no, you didn't want to. I think someone owes someone an apology because, unless I'm completely mistaken, you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“Fine,” Donna relented, smiling as she snuggled under the covers. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You're welcome,” the Doctor replied. “I'm glad you're having a good time.”
“Well, I wouldn't go that far,” Donna muttered, and suddenly sneezed. “Sorry about that.”
“You all right?” Donna nodded and the Doctor grabbed another blanket, draping it over her and tucking it in. “Good. Okay, what next? You're the sick one, so you can pick this time.”
“Well, since you asked....”
Donna grinned, snatched the remote, and turned the TV in her room to cartoons. The Doctor rolled his eyes then laid down on the bed with his sick friend. Misery loves company, after all.
Characters: Donna, the Doctor
Summary/Rating: our two favorite time travellers in bed. Rated G, because you should know me by now. ;)
Notes: written for the 15th weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna for the prompt 'watching'. Thanks to nschick for being my muse. =D
"You know, this might not have been a complete mistake after all.”
“Oh really?” he replied. He shifted closer to her and grinned. “I might have to agree with you.”
“Watch it, Spaceman. If your head gets any bigger you'll fall off the bed.”
The Doctor pouted, then shoved a pillow at her and smiled again. “It was my idea,” he protested. “I suggested it but no, you didn't want to. I think someone owes someone an apology because, unless I'm completely mistaken, you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“Fine,” Donna relented, smiling as she snuggled under the covers. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You're welcome,” the Doctor replied. “I'm glad you're having a good time.”
“Well, I wouldn't go that far,” Donna muttered, and suddenly sneezed. “Sorry about that.”
“You all right?” Donna nodded and the Doctor grabbed another blanket, draping it over her and tucking it in. “Good. Okay, what next? You're the sick one, so you can pick this time.”
“Well, since you asked....”
Donna grinned, snatched the remote, and turned the TV in her room to cartoons. The Doctor rolled his eyes then laid down on the bed with his sick friend. Misery loves company, after all.