The Doctor and Donna, Redux (1/?)
Title: The Doctor and Donna, Redux (1/?)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Eleven, Donna Noble
Rating: G
Word count: ~420 (this chapter)
Summary: The adventures of Donna Noble and her Doctor (yes, the one with the bowtie).
A/N: A continuation of Altered and Unchanged. And apparently this is my first multi-chaptered story, whoo! It gets a bit timey-wimey in later chapters, and other characters will be showing up. A short one, this chapter, but more is coming soon, hopefully.
It doesn't matter he tells himself. It shouldn't matter, not at all, but the thought gnaws at his mind all day long anyway. Curiosity has always been one of his biggest weaknesses - the same kind of curiosity that killed the cat, he's sure - and it's no different this time.
Ever since he saw that expression on Donna’s face, that split second when she had looked at him like he was a stranger, before her mind connected his face - this face - with the Doctor. It’s not her fault, he knows, that she’s not used to him being in this new body yet. After all, even he’s still trying to get used to it, all floppy-haired and gangly-limbed.
Still, the question chases itself round and round his mind, so that he can’t help asking her, even when he knows he probably wouldn’t like the answer.
“Do you miss him?” he asks, apparently out of the blue, judging by the way Donna is raising her eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. “You know, him, the old me. Skinny Martian in pinstripes and Converses?”
Donna gives him a searching look, as if trying to figure out why he’s asking. Truthfully, he’s a little unsure himself, but he tries not to let that show. She then props her chin with her hands, thinking about her answer.
“Yeah, of course I miss him,” she finally answers, at length. “We went through a lot together, and I didn’t even get a goodbye.”
She looks a little wistful, but then shrugs and turns to look him in the eyes with a smile on her face. “But you’re still my best friend, Doctor. Always will be, no matter what you look like.” At this, her smile turns mischievous. “Even if you do look like a baby giraffe with an obsession with bowties and tweed suits.”
A smile is lighting up his face before he registers everything she said. “Hang on, a baby giraffe?”
“Yeah, all long limbs and awkward movements. A baby giraffe is exactly what you look like, Doctor,” she says, smiling at his indignation.
“Donna Noble, I am a nine-hundred year old Time Lord,” he says sternly. “I do not look like a baby giraffe.”
“Oh, yes you do.”
And then she’s smiling at him with that smile, the smile that she used to wear when she’s teasing him about being too skinny for words. And that’s when he’s knows, beyond any shadow of doubt, that they’re going to be all right, and always will be.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Eleven, Donna Noble
Rating: G
Word count: ~420 (this chapter)
Summary: The adventures of Donna Noble and her Doctor (yes, the one with the bowtie).
A/N: A continuation of Altered and Unchanged. And apparently this is my first multi-chaptered story, whoo! It gets a bit timey-wimey in later chapters, and other characters will be showing up. A short one, this chapter, but more is coming soon, hopefully.
It doesn't matter he tells himself. It shouldn't matter, not at all, but the thought gnaws at his mind all day long anyway. Curiosity has always been one of his biggest weaknesses - the same kind of curiosity that killed the cat, he's sure - and it's no different this time.
Ever since he saw that expression on Donna’s face, that split second when she had looked at him like he was a stranger, before her mind connected his face - this face - with the Doctor. It’s not her fault, he knows, that she’s not used to him being in this new body yet. After all, even he’s still trying to get used to it, all floppy-haired and gangly-limbed.
Still, the question chases itself round and round his mind, so that he can’t help asking her, even when he knows he probably wouldn’t like the answer.
“Do you miss him?” he asks, apparently out of the blue, judging by the way Donna is raising her eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. “You know, him, the old me. Skinny Martian in pinstripes and Converses?”
Donna gives him a searching look, as if trying to figure out why he’s asking. Truthfully, he’s a little unsure himself, but he tries not to let that show. She then props her chin with her hands, thinking about her answer.
“Yeah, of course I miss him,” she finally answers, at length. “We went through a lot together, and I didn’t even get a goodbye.”
She looks a little wistful, but then shrugs and turns to look him in the eyes with a smile on her face. “But you’re still my best friend, Doctor. Always will be, no matter what you look like.” At this, her smile turns mischievous. “Even if you do look like a baby giraffe with an obsession with bowties and tweed suits.”
A smile is lighting up his face before he registers everything she said. “Hang on, a baby giraffe?”
“Yeah, all long limbs and awkward movements. A baby giraffe is exactly what you look like, Doctor,” she says, smiling at his indignation.
“Donna Noble, I am a nine-hundred year old Time Lord,” he says sternly. “I do not look like a baby giraffe.”
“Oh, yes you do.”
And then she’s smiling at him with that smile, the smile that she used to wear when she’s teasing him about being too skinny for words. And that’s when he’s knows, beyond any shadow of doubt, that they’re going to be all right, and always will be.