Fic: A Good Friend (Who's Right? #3)
Title: A Good Friend
Series (Story number): Who's Right? (3)
Summary: Donna Noble comes over to have some tea and a chat. 50's AU.
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor, Donna
Author's notes: Written in text to Leah A. This one, like a bunch of this series, was WAY funnier in my head and then started going VERY wrong. I had to fix it. Explanation of series here.
“Well, you look happy,” said Donna, pouring herself more tea from the pot in the middle of the kitchen table. “I mean, I always had the impression that that Master bloke was a malicious little bastard but, well, look at you. You’re practically glowing!”
“Don’t be fooled,” the Doctor warned her. “Your first impression was pretty much spot on. But yeah… I guess I am happy.” He grinned at her and Donna leaned forward to ruffle his hair affectionately.
“Good,” she said and then paused in the act of leaning back. “Hang on,” she said trailing a finger across his cheek. “What’s this?” The Doctor flinched away from her touch but Donna looked at him sternly. “Hold still, you daft Martian,” she said, wiping what was probably concealer off of the Doctor’s face as he avoided her eyes. When Donna had finished, she inhaled sharply and her eyes narrowed in anger. “What the bleedin’ hell did the Master do to you?!”
“It’s fine-” the Doctor began to say pleadingly.
“Don’t you even DARE protect him!” Donna yelled. “You’re got two massive bruises on your face!”
“Donna…” said the Doctor. “When you live with the Master you’ve got to learn to take the rough with the smooth.”
“Yeah, well, whatever he’s been doing looks pretty rough to me, sunshine,” Donna hissed.
“If it helps,” said the Doctor quietly, “I did punch him back.”
“Unless you flipping disabled him then, no, it doesn’t,” said Donna.
“He does love me, really,” said the Doctor, even quieter than he had been before.
“Funny way to show it,” said Donna icily.
They drank tea silently for two minutes and then the Master came home.
“I hope you’re happy, Doctor,” he said, “I could barely-” And then Donna lunged at him and smacked him so hard that he staggered sideways. “Ow!” he yelped. “What was that for?!”
“Like you have to ask,” snapped Donna and when the Master still looked puzzled she added, “Abusing the Doctor!”
“Abusing HIM?” complained the Master. “He’s the one who started it by punching me in the shoulder and then kneeing me when I refused to do the dishes. And then he wouldn’t stop. I had to fight back! About the only thing I’ll own up to is being a bad influence.”
“Oh,” said the Doctor, looking embarrassed. “Mm. You thought I was some sort of battered wife, didn’t you, Donna… Well, don’t worry, I’m perfectly all ri-”
Donna smacked him.
Then, because he was smirking at her, she smacked the Master again. And then she sat down to finish her tea while the Doctor and the Master made unhappy noises and rubbed their aching cheeks.
Prats.
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Series (Story number): Who's Right? (3)
Summary: Donna Noble comes over to have some tea and a chat. 50's AU.
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor, Donna
Author's notes: Written in text to Leah A. This one, like a bunch of this series, was WAY funnier in my head and then started going VERY wrong. I had to fix it. Explanation of series here.
“Well, you look happy,” said Donna, pouring herself more tea from the pot in the middle of the kitchen table. “I mean, I always had the impression that that Master bloke was a malicious little bastard but, well, look at you. You’re practically glowing!”
“Don’t be fooled,” the Doctor warned her. “Your first impression was pretty much spot on. But yeah… I guess I am happy.” He grinned at her and Donna leaned forward to ruffle his hair affectionately.
“Good,” she said and then paused in the act of leaning back. “Hang on,” she said trailing a finger across his cheek. “What’s this?” The Doctor flinched away from her touch but Donna looked at him sternly. “Hold still, you daft Martian,” she said, wiping what was probably concealer off of the Doctor’s face as he avoided her eyes. When Donna had finished, she inhaled sharply and her eyes narrowed in anger. “What the bleedin’ hell did the Master do to you?!”
“It’s fine-” the Doctor began to say pleadingly.
“Don’t you even DARE protect him!” Donna yelled. “You’re got two massive bruises on your face!”
“Donna…” said the Doctor. “When you live with the Master you’ve got to learn to take the rough with the smooth.”
“Yeah, well, whatever he’s been doing looks pretty rough to me, sunshine,” Donna hissed.
“If it helps,” said the Doctor quietly, “I did punch him back.”
“Unless you flipping disabled him then, no, it doesn’t,” said Donna.
“He does love me, really,” said the Doctor, even quieter than he had been before.
“Funny way to show it,” said Donna icily.
They drank tea silently for two minutes and then the Master came home.
“I hope you’re happy, Doctor,” he said, “I could barely-” And then Donna lunged at him and smacked him so hard that he staggered sideways. “Ow!” he yelped. “What was that for?!”
“Like you have to ask,” snapped Donna and when the Master still looked puzzled she added, “Abusing the Doctor!”
“Abusing HIM?” complained the Master. “He’s the one who started it by punching me in the shoulder and then kneeing me when I refused to do the dishes. And then he wouldn’t stop. I had to fight back! About the only thing I’ll own up to is being a bad influence.”
“Oh,” said the Doctor, looking embarrassed. “Mm. You thought I was some sort of battered wife, didn’t you, Donna… Well, don’t worry, I’m perfectly all ri-”
Donna smacked him.
Then, because he was smirking at her, she smacked the Master again. And then she sat down to finish her tea while the Doctor and the Master made unhappy noises and rubbed their aching cheeks.
Prats.
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