Doctor Who: On the Run (9/?)
Who: the Doctor, Donna Noble
What: Post Journey's End and after The Next Doctor, the Doctor finds out he's somehow become a universal outlaw. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know why, but he knows he can't figure this out alone and the only person he can trust to help him is Donna.
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Notes: This is written by two authors: deathnomiko and darkranger, and is actually an adapted fanfiction out a RP verse. I thought it was too good to not share. I didn't want to change much of the written content as possible, so that explains why the POVs change slightly between Doctor/Donna. Thoughts, comments, and suggestions are always welcomed.
Chapter Summary: Feeling inspired by his strange dream, the Doctor leads himself and Donna back to the soothsayer to gain some answers, only to find out things have become far more complicated than expected.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Stepping outside, the first notable thing was the heat, was it ever hot! Maybe worse than a dessert. Let it be known it had to be summer time or else it wouldn't make sense!
Pulling out his sunglasses, he took a look around their surroundings, "Oi, quit yer whining! We're moving along." Straight into a cafe as not too many people were actually out in the streets.
"It's alright for you, Mr Lower-Core-Body-Temperature. You're not the one who is melting!" Donna huffed, dragging herself along behind him. She was hot and she was grumpy, and by the time they reached the cafe she was already wet with sweat. Yuck. Hardly the height of attraction.
She grabbed a napkin and mopped her brow, before peeling off a couple of top layers, shoving them at the Doctor. He had oversized pockets. He could carry her stuff. It was only fair! "Got a hair bobble in those pockets of yours? Maybe a fan? Jesus it is hot. Is it supposed to be this hot?"
"Next time I'll make sure a war is started in the cool autumn time." He sighs loudly as he requests something to drink. He looked down at Donna's clothes and raised an eyebrow, as if to say, 'really?' He'd carry it for her, but he's not going to let her live it down.
It's his own fault. If he had just given her five minutes to change then she would've been suitably dressed for the weather instead of having to strip off to prevent melting, and he wouldn't have to carry her stuff around like some sort of pack-horse. Seriously, would five minutes have made such a difference? "Oh, don't get smart with me, Spaceman." She was hot and she was grumpy.
Leaning back in his chair, he glances around until he sees a small group of men walking into a closed area. "Diplomats." He nods to their direction as he took a slow sip from his cup that had just been delivered.
Ah, good, plans were being set in motion...
She took a sip of her own drink. Oh, sweet refreshing coolness, how she loves thee! "Time to schmooze or you got sommat else in mind?"
"No... No, I want to wait a bit." He pushes his feet to make the chair lean back on it's back legs, eyes still fixed on the location of where they disappeared.
They sat there for a little while longer, eventually ordering real food and picked through it as the diplomats came out from where they were, looking rather irritated as they left. "Tomorrow, we make our move now that we saw their faces."
Donna arched a brow at him. If he fell back and cracked his head she wasn't carrying him back to the TARDIS. Food was good though. This having meals in cafes thing was becoming a bit of a habit.
She rested an elbow on the table and propped her chin on it. "So, 'our move' is what, exactly? Or haven't you got that far yet? Can't we just, I dunno, sneak in and have a look around, see what's going on?"
He ruffled the back of his hair, lost in thought. "I suppose we could, sure!" He hadn't admitted it to her yet, but he honestly didn't know what he was looking for. They were early in the timeline, so the coup hadn't actually started yet. It was just the beginning.... Probably best that he keeps that tidbit of information to himself, unless he was prepared to deal with a flailing, panicking, worried Donna as well as a melting, grumpy Donna.
"Flash the psychic paper, have a little looksie, see what we can find out and then, fix it!"
"Ah.." He leaned forward, eyes widening playfully, "I don't want to fix it, you see. I need the time line to be broken so I can find the hole... Then I'll fix it."
His teeth poked out into a large grin, as he was sure this plan would work perfectly. At least he'd like to think so, since they could use a plan to actually work. If anything, for it to work in thanks to the soothsayer for relying the information. "So come now, a look-see?"
"We're purposely breaking the time line and then fixing it? Is that even allowed? Are we about to break every single time law in existence, because if we are, I'd like a bit of warning. I don't want to be some time criminal!" She didn't have to stand in front of the Shadow Proclamation and apologise for breaking time and space.
"Too late for that." It was true, they were already framed as criminals, so might as well live up to the name for the sake of obtaining answers. He wouldn't continue making things worse on purpose, however, he needed to sink lower in effort to raise back up, so to speak.
Bad Doctor! That was a terrible mindset to have. That was like saying 'oh, I gained a pound this week - might as well eat this whole cake' or 'oh, I've gone overdrawn, might as well use my whole overdraft'. Didn't make things right. But she understood the whole going lower to get higher - the whole things get worse before they get better thing. Didn't mean she liked it.
Plans that worked were the best kind. Plans that didn't end in death were also acceptable. He totally owes her a spa holiday when this is all said and done! "Lead the way, Timeboy."
Stuffing her clothes in his pocket (which he still grumbled on about), he looked around, and did exactly as Donna had mention, flashed his psychic paper. "Militia matters, just the boss forgot some something back here. She's with me. It'll only be for a moment, sir."
The search began. "See if you can find perhaps where they'll meet next."
Once they were safely inside, she lobbed a pencil at his head. "She? She is the cat's mother!" She huffed, before turning her attention to the task at hand. Finding information? This was a job for a Super Temp!
"Oi!" He tried to dodge the pencil, but with no luck, "What else would you like me to say!?" He turned around and started looking at the tops of cabinets and around the table - it was clean! Not even a speck of dust looked like it was here.
"See anything?" He muttered as he bent down to even look under the table for clues.
"Oh, I don't know, but I'm sure your super Time brain could've come up with something better than 'she'." Another huff, but at least there wasn't another flying pencil coming his way.
She tugged at a cabinet drawer. Locked. "Gimme the thingy, the sonic. Let's have a looksie in here!"
Still a little irritated, he debated whether or not to toss the sonic at her, but realized that would be a very, very bad idea, especially for his head. Pulling out the sonic, nicely, he handed it over. "What do'ya see?"
"Give me a second. Blimey. You'd think they'd put all this rubbish on a computer or sommat." She got the drawer unlocked and pulled out a handful of files, flipping through them. Scanning over them for any clues.
She frowned and moved to retrieve the pencil she had thrown at his head to scribble over one of the pages. And as if by magic the words appeared where they're previously been rubbed out. "What's that? A date?"
"Computers are around, but if they're operating on secrecy, they might be doing this all the old fashioned way... Really, really old fashioned, actually, given this day and age."
He straightened up when she spoke about a date and immediately came to her side, "Yes...?! Go on!"
"Surprised it's not all digital brain implants or something. Little screens on glasses or contacts." She frowned at the sheet of paper, turning it a little. "Can't quite make it out..." She stared at it, studying it intently. "Got that magnifying glass of yours? Oh... that is a two definitely and I think that there is a six..."
The Doctor was nearly bouncing on his feet, watching Donna, "C'mon!" He fished through his pockets and found one and handed it to her. "What does it say!?" Oh, he shouldn't be this eager.
"It says the Doctor should learn to be patient!" She bopped him on the head with the file before laying it back down to try and read the rest of the numbers. "Whoever wrote it could be a proper doctor with messy handwriting like this... Is that a 3 or an 8? I dunno... can't make it out."
She pushed it to him. "You try, I'll see if there's anything else in the drawer of use."
He took the file and scrutinized the writing, held it up to the light bulb when there were knocks at the door. "Alright, time to leave!" The voice commanded.
"Just a moment!" He motioned for Donna to quickly look for anything else important before finally thrusting the file to her. "You're a woman, they still won't touch you in this day and age. Hide it." Also know as, how good are you at stuffing things down clothes, Donna?
Jesus! Donna almost jumped out of her skin at that voice. She took the file and a few others that looked suspicious or interesting and began to shove them down her clothes - luckily for the Doctor, Donna was pretty good at sneaking things out.
She locked the drawer back up and slipped the sonic into her pocket before grabbing a plain file and shoving it at the Doctor. "We're supposed to be picking something forgotten up - look a bit suspicious if we walk out empty handed."
He nodded, waited for her to straighten up her clothes, and both stepped out. "Found it!" He smiled, waving the folder as they stepped out. "Becoming forgetful in my old age, eh!?"
They walked calmly down the road, and speed up heading back towards the TARDIS. Donna will be glad to change, and he'd be glad to look at the files more closely.
Once inside, he ungracefully sat himself on the jumpseat, and waited for Donna to pull out the files they snatched. Spreading them across the console, he looked closer, scanned them into his own computer, and nearly tore his hair out at the result. "Oh, blimey!" He had completely miscalculated the date.
"Donna, move, dress, wash up, do whatever it is you need to do, we need to go! The throw-over is tonight! I thought we were earlier in the timeline than this!" Talk about cutting it close, they had about 2 hours to plan everything out and attempt to find the hole in time if it were to appear. No, he was sure it most definitely will appear.
Oh yes. They could easily turn to a life of crime with their suave, smooth escapage skills. Even if inside Donna was a nervous wreck. Thank gosh they were safely back inside the TARDIS. Much less creepy.
"Right, give me ten minutes and I'll be right back." And true to her word, she was washed and changed and back in the console room. "Can't we just pop back further in time? No? Well then... what we got in mind?"
She ruffled his hair. "Schmoozing or are we way beyond schmooze stage?"
He was stuffing his pockets (and had removed Donna's clothes) with things they might need, and most likely not need, but one couldn't be over prepared for this. "Oh, beyond schmoozing. We're down right going to be criminal."
Patting himself down he ran to the door, "Got everything?" And off they went to the capital building. "Stay in the shadows, don't get out of viewing distance of me, if you see anything suspicious, point it out, but I'll probably notice the time crack first..." Or at least he hoped he did.
Stay in the shadows? What kind of plan was that?? Point out suspicious things? Oh they were so doomed. Not that Donna was pessimistic or anything, nope, not at all. But she felt very much like they were being thrown right in the deep end with no swimming lessons.
She ran after him, pressing herself against the wall into the shadows. Oh, she really hoped there were none of those shadow monsters here because they were totally dead if there were. "Got it... Let's do it!"
They slipped into the Capital - nothing a little screwdriver couldn't prevent! - and moved down the dimly light hallways.
"There's a meeting and they should be exchanging formalities and blah blah blah at this point, but of course it's the government and very important. Tonight marks the night there's the coup d'état that will launch half the world into a massive, very bloody, war. It starts out as a cold war initially, but develops from there."
They duck into a room when they think someone is coming around the corner, "I believe this will be targeted just because this war lasts a very long time, nearly destroying the entire planet..."
So far, so good. Only a few near misses. Good going for them. "So, what we going to do then? Hostile takeover? Smack a few heads together? How do we stop the bloodshed, or are we here to speed up the war? And where the heck is this blooming hole?"
It was times like this that Donna felt very human and very stupid. She wished she had the bright ideas like he did, instead of being a useless dead weight and a liability.
"You and I aren't going to be doing anything. We're waiting for them to make a move." He pauses and turns to Donna, looking a bit grim, "I don't know exactly how he's been doing it, but he's been interfering in important events in time. I'd like to think he's merely curious and not just a bloody idiot..." He paused in mid-sentence.
"Oh, oh, it's..." He turned and looked the other direction, sniffing the air. "It's opening... Oh, where are you?" Turning on his heels he began moving down the hall opening doors obviously in search of something and lacked caring of who saw him.
"Maybe we shouldn't have abandoned him the way we did..." They hardly gave him a stable start in life...
Oh, off the Doctor went. Just like a sniffer dog on a trail. If he had a tail then no doubt it would be wagging to the point of dropping off right about now. Yep, he'd been a yapping, ear flopping, tail wagging, drooling mutt. Donna followed.
"What happened to staying in the shadows?!"
He shushed her as they now frantically moved through the halls. "Where is it!?" Turning down an adjacent hall only to double back and open a door where a meeting was. "Oh! Hello! Just, erm, inspecting a bit..." He ran over to the window, ignoring the stares, scoffs, and protests.
"Carry on, no rush!" With a foot on the window sill, he finally managed to throw open the window, wind rushing in causing papers to scatter all about. "THERE, DONNA! THERE IT IS!"
Oh God. They were going to end up getting themselves killed. Or arrested. Donna did her best to ignore the stares, but she really, really wanted the ground to swallow her up. How flaming shaming. She felt like she should apologise for her mad mate's behaviour, but decided against it.
She squeaked and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?!"
He looked at her with a bit of mania in his eyes, "Jumping, of course!" He already had one foot on the ledge, "The crack is here, Donna, and I don't know for how much longer. This may be our only chance."
The doors they came through were thrown open once again, causing everyone to look in that direction. Thankfully, it wasn't the Shadow Hunters this time, but the Judoon. "Oh, now we're really going! C'mon!"
Donna was certain that jumping from windows wasn't in the job description. Running for your life? Check. Facing deadly enemies? Check. Jumping from windows? Not so sure it's there.
"We're jumping?! From there? We'll snap our necks!" Any other argument she had died on her lips when she saw the Judoon. Oh great, space police... space police who work closely with the Shadow Proclamation. "Budge over!!!"
"Now that's the spirit!" He pushed up and stood on the ledge (but not before nearly losing his balance and falling then), as he waited for Donna to join. And just when she did get her second foot up, he did lose his balance and fell, grabbing her arm and pulling her with him as he managed to fall half-turned.
Luckily, the ripped hole in time was truly there as they fell. It felt something as being thrown through a wind tunnel or sky diving/cliff jumping as they fell. It was strange because at one point there was nothing but silence and they couldn't even hear themselves moving until a great big splash and water shocked them.
The Doctor was most definitely unprepared for that, as was probably Donna, and he glanced around through the water for her. Spotting some sort of figure not to far from him, he swam over, grabbed her middle and broke to the surface of the water.
It was surreal to say the least. Not that Donna had ever been sky diving to compare, but it was definitely an strange feeling. And yes, the water was very unexpected and shocking and ugh!
Donna gasped for breathe, eyes wide with shock. Once she was sure drowning wasn't an option, she smacked the Doctor's arms. "Oi! Hands!" She huffed, kicking her feet and flailing her arms. Wet Donnas were unhappy Donnas indeed.
"Don't 'hands' me! You were on your way to drowning!" And they made it over to the shoreline luckily without much trouble.
"I was not drowning! I was fine! You just wanted to grope me. Pervy space alien!" She huffed again and tried to smooth herself down as best as possible given the situation. She looked very much like a drowned rat. "Where the bloomin' heck are we?!"
And after her question was spoken, he looked around and realized, "You don't recognize it?" He kicked at the sand before turning to face her, "We've been here before, you and I."
Running his hand through his hair, he sighed, "Bloody hell... How I never wanted to come here again."
She looked around, frowning. Come to think of it... it did look familiar. "Are we... No... can't be? Can it?!"
"It is. Bad Wolf Bay." He moved up the beach to a rock to wring out his socks. If Donna looked like a drowned rat, he looked no better with his suit clinging to him and hair plastered.
He sighed and looked up to her when she approached, "To be honest, I really don't know where to go from here." They had to find the Tyler's house, no doubt about that, but exactly how to find it would be an adventure in itself.
What: Post Journey's End and after The Next Doctor, the Doctor finds out he's somehow become a universal outlaw. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know why, but he knows he can't figure this out alone and the only person he can trust to help him is Donna.
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Notes: This is written by two authors: deathnomiko and darkranger, and is actually an adapted fanfiction out a RP verse. I thought it was too good to not share. I didn't want to change much of the written content as possible, so that explains why the POVs change slightly between Doctor/Donna. Thoughts, comments, and suggestions are always welcomed.
Chapter Summary: Feeling inspired by his strange dream, the Doctor leads himself and Donna back to the soothsayer to gain some answers, only to find out things have become far more complicated than expected.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Stepping outside, the first notable thing was the heat, was it ever hot! Maybe worse than a dessert. Let it be known it had to be summer time or else it wouldn't make sense!
Pulling out his sunglasses, he took a look around their surroundings, "Oi, quit yer whining! We're moving along." Straight into a cafe as not too many people were actually out in the streets.
"It's alright for you, Mr Lower-Core-Body-Temperature. You're not the one who is melting!" Donna huffed, dragging herself along behind him. She was hot and she was grumpy, and by the time they reached the cafe she was already wet with sweat. Yuck. Hardly the height of attraction.
She grabbed a napkin and mopped her brow, before peeling off a couple of top layers, shoving them at the Doctor. He had oversized pockets. He could carry her stuff. It was only fair! "Got a hair bobble in those pockets of yours? Maybe a fan? Jesus it is hot. Is it supposed to be this hot?"
"Next time I'll make sure a war is started in the cool autumn time." He sighs loudly as he requests something to drink. He looked down at Donna's clothes and raised an eyebrow, as if to say, 'really?' He'd carry it for her, but he's not going to let her live it down.
It's his own fault. If he had just given her five minutes to change then she would've been suitably dressed for the weather instead of having to strip off to prevent melting, and he wouldn't have to carry her stuff around like some sort of pack-horse. Seriously, would five minutes have made such a difference? "Oh, don't get smart with me, Spaceman." She was hot and she was grumpy.
Leaning back in his chair, he glances around until he sees a small group of men walking into a closed area. "Diplomats." He nods to their direction as he took a slow sip from his cup that had just been delivered.
Ah, good, plans were being set in motion...
She took a sip of her own drink. Oh, sweet refreshing coolness, how she loves thee! "Time to schmooze or you got sommat else in mind?"
"No... No, I want to wait a bit." He pushes his feet to make the chair lean back on it's back legs, eyes still fixed on the location of where they disappeared.
They sat there for a little while longer, eventually ordering real food and picked through it as the diplomats came out from where they were, looking rather irritated as they left. "Tomorrow, we make our move now that we saw their faces."
Donna arched a brow at him. If he fell back and cracked his head she wasn't carrying him back to the TARDIS. Food was good though. This having meals in cafes thing was becoming a bit of a habit.
She rested an elbow on the table and propped her chin on it. "So, 'our move' is what, exactly? Or haven't you got that far yet? Can't we just, I dunno, sneak in and have a look around, see what's going on?"
He ruffled the back of his hair, lost in thought. "I suppose we could, sure!" He hadn't admitted it to her yet, but he honestly didn't know what he was looking for. They were early in the timeline, so the coup hadn't actually started yet. It was just the beginning.... Probably best that he keeps that tidbit of information to himself, unless he was prepared to deal with a flailing, panicking, worried Donna as well as a melting, grumpy Donna.
"Flash the psychic paper, have a little looksie, see what we can find out and then, fix it!"
"Ah.." He leaned forward, eyes widening playfully, "I don't want to fix it, you see. I need the time line to be broken so I can find the hole... Then I'll fix it."
His teeth poked out into a large grin, as he was sure this plan would work perfectly. At least he'd like to think so, since they could use a plan to actually work. If anything, for it to work in thanks to the soothsayer for relying the information. "So come now, a look-see?"
"We're purposely breaking the time line and then fixing it? Is that even allowed? Are we about to break every single time law in existence, because if we are, I'd like a bit of warning. I don't want to be some time criminal!" She didn't have to stand in front of the Shadow Proclamation and apologise for breaking time and space.
"Too late for that." It was true, they were already framed as criminals, so might as well live up to the name for the sake of obtaining answers. He wouldn't continue making things worse on purpose, however, he needed to sink lower in effort to raise back up, so to speak.
Bad Doctor! That was a terrible mindset to have. That was like saying 'oh, I gained a pound this week - might as well eat this whole cake' or 'oh, I've gone overdrawn, might as well use my whole overdraft'. Didn't make things right. But she understood the whole going lower to get higher - the whole things get worse before they get better thing. Didn't mean she liked it.
Plans that worked were the best kind. Plans that didn't end in death were also acceptable. He totally owes her a spa holiday when this is all said and done! "Lead the way, Timeboy."
Stuffing her clothes in his pocket (which he still grumbled on about), he looked around, and did exactly as Donna had mention, flashed his psychic paper. "Militia matters, just the boss forgot some something back here. She's with me. It'll only be for a moment, sir."
The search began. "See if you can find perhaps where they'll meet next."
Once they were safely inside, she lobbed a pencil at his head. "She? She is the cat's mother!" She huffed, before turning her attention to the task at hand. Finding information? This was a job for a Super Temp!
"Oi!" He tried to dodge the pencil, but with no luck, "What else would you like me to say!?" He turned around and started looking at the tops of cabinets and around the table - it was clean! Not even a speck of dust looked like it was here.
"See anything?" He muttered as he bent down to even look under the table for clues.
"Oh, I don't know, but I'm sure your super Time brain could've come up with something better than 'she'." Another huff, but at least there wasn't another flying pencil coming his way.
She tugged at a cabinet drawer. Locked. "Gimme the thingy, the sonic. Let's have a looksie in here!"
Still a little irritated, he debated whether or not to toss the sonic at her, but realized that would be a very, very bad idea, especially for his head. Pulling out the sonic, nicely, he handed it over. "What do'ya see?"
"Give me a second. Blimey. You'd think they'd put all this rubbish on a computer or sommat." She got the drawer unlocked and pulled out a handful of files, flipping through them. Scanning over them for any clues.
She frowned and moved to retrieve the pencil she had thrown at his head to scribble over one of the pages. And as if by magic the words appeared where they're previously been rubbed out. "What's that? A date?"
"Computers are around, but if they're operating on secrecy, they might be doing this all the old fashioned way... Really, really old fashioned, actually, given this day and age."
He straightened up when she spoke about a date and immediately came to her side, "Yes...?! Go on!"
"Surprised it's not all digital brain implants or something. Little screens on glasses or contacts." She frowned at the sheet of paper, turning it a little. "Can't quite make it out..." She stared at it, studying it intently. "Got that magnifying glass of yours? Oh... that is a two definitely and I think that there is a six..."
The Doctor was nearly bouncing on his feet, watching Donna, "C'mon!" He fished through his pockets and found one and handed it to her. "What does it say!?" Oh, he shouldn't be this eager.
"It says the Doctor should learn to be patient!" She bopped him on the head with the file before laying it back down to try and read the rest of the numbers. "Whoever wrote it could be a proper doctor with messy handwriting like this... Is that a 3 or an 8? I dunno... can't make it out."
She pushed it to him. "You try, I'll see if there's anything else in the drawer of use."
He took the file and scrutinized the writing, held it up to the light bulb when there were knocks at the door. "Alright, time to leave!" The voice commanded.
"Just a moment!" He motioned for Donna to quickly look for anything else important before finally thrusting the file to her. "You're a woman, they still won't touch you in this day and age. Hide it." Also know as, how good are you at stuffing things down clothes, Donna?
Jesus! Donna almost jumped out of her skin at that voice. She took the file and a few others that looked suspicious or interesting and began to shove them down her clothes - luckily for the Doctor, Donna was pretty good at sneaking things out.
She locked the drawer back up and slipped the sonic into her pocket before grabbing a plain file and shoving it at the Doctor. "We're supposed to be picking something forgotten up - look a bit suspicious if we walk out empty handed."
He nodded, waited for her to straighten up her clothes, and both stepped out. "Found it!" He smiled, waving the folder as they stepped out. "Becoming forgetful in my old age, eh!?"
They walked calmly down the road, and speed up heading back towards the TARDIS. Donna will be glad to change, and he'd be glad to look at the files more closely.
Once inside, he ungracefully sat himself on the jumpseat, and waited for Donna to pull out the files they snatched. Spreading them across the console, he looked closer, scanned them into his own computer, and nearly tore his hair out at the result. "Oh, blimey!" He had completely miscalculated the date.
"Donna, move, dress, wash up, do whatever it is you need to do, we need to go! The throw-over is tonight! I thought we were earlier in the timeline than this!" Talk about cutting it close, they had about 2 hours to plan everything out and attempt to find the hole in time if it were to appear. No, he was sure it most definitely will appear.
Oh yes. They could easily turn to a life of crime with their suave, smooth escapage skills. Even if inside Donna was a nervous wreck. Thank gosh they were safely back inside the TARDIS. Much less creepy.
"Right, give me ten minutes and I'll be right back." And true to her word, she was washed and changed and back in the console room. "Can't we just pop back further in time? No? Well then... what we got in mind?"
She ruffled his hair. "Schmoozing or are we way beyond schmooze stage?"
He was stuffing his pockets (and had removed Donna's clothes) with things they might need, and most likely not need, but one couldn't be over prepared for this. "Oh, beyond schmoozing. We're down right going to be criminal."
Patting himself down he ran to the door, "Got everything?" And off they went to the capital building. "Stay in the shadows, don't get out of viewing distance of me, if you see anything suspicious, point it out, but I'll probably notice the time crack first..." Or at least he hoped he did.
Stay in the shadows? What kind of plan was that?? Point out suspicious things? Oh they were so doomed. Not that Donna was pessimistic or anything, nope, not at all. But she felt very much like they were being thrown right in the deep end with no swimming lessons.
She ran after him, pressing herself against the wall into the shadows. Oh, she really hoped there were none of those shadow monsters here because they were totally dead if there were. "Got it... Let's do it!"
They slipped into the Capital - nothing a little screwdriver couldn't prevent! - and moved down the dimly light hallways.
"There's a meeting and they should be exchanging formalities and blah blah blah at this point, but of course it's the government and very important. Tonight marks the night there's the coup d'état that will launch half the world into a massive, very bloody, war. It starts out as a cold war initially, but develops from there."
They duck into a room when they think someone is coming around the corner, "I believe this will be targeted just because this war lasts a very long time, nearly destroying the entire planet..."
So far, so good. Only a few near misses. Good going for them. "So, what we going to do then? Hostile takeover? Smack a few heads together? How do we stop the bloodshed, or are we here to speed up the war? And where the heck is this blooming hole?"
It was times like this that Donna felt very human and very stupid. She wished she had the bright ideas like he did, instead of being a useless dead weight and a liability.
"You and I aren't going to be doing anything. We're waiting for them to make a move." He pauses and turns to Donna, looking a bit grim, "I don't know exactly how he's been doing it, but he's been interfering in important events in time. I'd like to think he's merely curious and not just a bloody idiot..." He paused in mid-sentence.
"Oh, oh, it's..." He turned and looked the other direction, sniffing the air. "It's opening... Oh, where are you?" Turning on his heels he began moving down the hall opening doors obviously in search of something and lacked caring of who saw him.
"Maybe we shouldn't have abandoned him the way we did..." They hardly gave him a stable start in life...
Oh, off the Doctor went. Just like a sniffer dog on a trail. If he had a tail then no doubt it would be wagging to the point of dropping off right about now. Yep, he'd been a yapping, ear flopping, tail wagging, drooling mutt. Donna followed.
"What happened to staying in the shadows?!"
He shushed her as they now frantically moved through the halls. "Where is it!?" Turning down an adjacent hall only to double back and open a door where a meeting was. "Oh! Hello! Just, erm, inspecting a bit..." He ran over to the window, ignoring the stares, scoffs, and protests.
"Carry on, no rush!" With a foot on the window sill, he finally managed to throw open the window, wind rushing in causing papers to scatter all about. "THERE, DONNA! THERE IT IS!"
Oh God. They were going to end up getting themselves killed. Or arrested. Donna did her best to ignore the stares, but she really, really wanted the ground to swallow her up. How flaming shaming. She felt like she should apologise for her mad mate's behaviour, but decided against it.
She squeaked and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?!"
He looked at her with a bit of mania in his eyes, "Jumping, of course!" He already had one foot on the ledge, "The crack is here, Donna, and I don't know for how much longer. This may be our only chance."
The doors they came through were thrown open once again, causing everyone to look in that direction. Thankfully, it wasn't the Shadow Hunters this time, but the Judoon. "Oh, now we're really going! C'mon!"
Donna was certain that jumping from windows wasn't in the job description. Running for your life? Check. Facing deadly enemies? Check. Jumping from windows? Not so sure it's there.
"We're jumping?! From there? We'll snap our necks!" Any other argument she had died on her lips when she saw the Judoon. Oh great, space police... space police who work closely with the Shadow Proclamation. "Budge over!!!"
"Now that's the spirit!" He pushed up and stood on the ledge (but not before nearly losing his balance and falling then), as he waited for Donna to join. And just when she did get her second foot up, he did lose his balance and fell, grabbing her arm and pulling her with him as he managed to fall half-turned.
Luckily, the ripped hole in time was truly there as they fell. It felt something as being thrown through a wind tunnel or sky diving/cliff jumping as they fell. It was strange because at one point there was nothing but silence and they couldn't even hear themselves moving until a great big splash and water shocked them.
The Doctor was most definitely unprepared for that, as was probably Donna, and he glanced around through the water for her. Spotting some sort of figure not to far from him, he swam over, grabbed her middle and broke to the surface of the water.
It was surreal to say the least. Not that Donna had ever been sky diving to compare, but it was definitely an strange feeling. And yes, the water was very unexpected and shocking and ugh!
Donna gasped for breathe, eyes wide with shock. Once she was sure drowning wasn't an option, she smacked the Doctor's arms. "Oi! Hands!" She huffed, kicking her feet and flailing her arms. Wet Donnas were unhappy Donnas indeed.
"Don't 'hands' me! You were on your way to drowning!" And they made it over to the shoreline luckily without much trouble.
"I was not drowning! I was fine! You just wanted to grope me. Pervy space alien!" She huffed again and tried to smooth herself down as best as possible given the situation. She looked very much like a drowned rat. "Where the bloomin' heck are we?!"
And after her question was spoken, he looked around and realized, "You don't recognize it?" He kicked at the sand before turning to face her, "We've been here before, you and I."
Running his hand through his hair, he sighed, "Bloody hell... How I never wanted to come here again."
She looked around, frowning. Come to think of it... it did look familiar. "Are we... No... can't be? Can it?!"
"It is. Bad Wolf Bay." He moved up the beach to a rock to wring out his socks. If Donna looked like a drowned rat, he looked no better with his suit clinging to him and hair plastered.
He sighed and looked up to her when she approached, "To be honest, I really don't know where to go from here." They had to find the Tyler's house, no doubt about that, but exactly how to find it would be an adventure in itself.