DW fic - Sunny-Time Rainbow Jail!
Title: Sunny-Time Rainbow Jail!
Author: grlgoddess
Rating: G
Word Count: 1074
Prompt Word: Picture
Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge #7 at
doctor_donna
Disclaimer: I am planning on buying a sonic screwdriver and a T-shirt when I get paid. Other than that... yeah... It's the BBC's.
Notes/Warning: I think this is probably the first fanfic I've ever posted that wasn't complete crack. Oh noes! Does this mean I'm maturing? MAKE IT STOP!!
They stood side by side, arms around a pink skinned man, trying hard to make their smiles not seem forced. It seemed to be mostly working.
Only the Doctor could've landed her in this situation. Honestly, what sort of rubbish Time Lord landed on a backwards planet where everything was just so ... cheery! Less than a minute after they had stepped out of the TARDIS, they had been arrested by a pair of barmy fellows, and that means completely bonkers, dressed like they was part clown, part ... something weird. The neon green skin didn't help either.
“Oi!” she had shouted when he had first accosted them, “What's that for?”
“I'm afraid you're under arrest!” the taller of the two said, oddly ecstatic, “Your expressions just are not chipper enough!”
“Chipper!” she had shouted, struggling against her restraints, “I'll show you chipper!”
“Donna,” the Doctor cautioned her, shaking his head slightly. She knew it was probably best to shut up. For now, at least. She turned to sulking instead.
The Doctor, however, flashed one of his manic grins and started bouncing as they were led to the jail down sparkling pink streets decorated with bright flowers and painted rainbows.
He kept up a pleasant conversation with their captors throughout the short walk, though they declined his invitation to show them documentation that would clear their names.
“Sorry!” the clownish green man said, “That's not our department.”
The Doctor carried on with his peppy tirade, though Donna could see on his face a lingering bit of disappointment that his first plan failed.
When they finally arrived at the square yellow building that approximated for the police station, the clown-cops unceremoniously threw them into a sky blue room.
“Enjoy your stay!” the taller one said cheerfully (of course)
“Someone will be along shortly to see to you!” added the shorter, before slamming the door shut, leaving the Doctor and Donna trapped in the windowless room that seemed to radiate light.
Donna glared at the spot on the wall where the door had closed, it had completely blended into the wall. When she turned around, the Doctor already had his glasses out and was licking the wall, using his sonic screwdriver on the wall.
“What're you doing now?” Donna asked, half-regretting what spew of technobabble he would come back with.
“Trying to resonate concrete,” he said, then glared at the screwdriver, changing the setting, then going back to it.
“Well isn't that just wizard,” she said, then sat in a corner.
“If I could just...” he started, and she let her mind wander, avoiding the deluge of technobabble he started on with.
After nearly an hour of this, the Doctor trying, and failing, to come up with some way to break out of their cube, and Donna sitting off in a corner getting bored and occasionally snapping at the Doctor to try something new, something that would actually work, they were finally greeted by the proper authorities.
The man who opened the door to their prison was not bright green, like their captors, but rather a cheery pink. His outfit was more ridiculous than theirs were, covered in bouncing flowers and jingiling silver bells.
“Well, good afternoon to you both!” he said, “I am here to review your case! I serve as both judge and jury! Isn't this going to be just fantastic!”
Donna glared at him, a doubtful look in her eye. The Doctor stopped trying to mess with the concrete and bounded over to the pink man, smiling like the maniac he was.
“Why hello there!” he said, pulling out his psychic paper, “I believe this will clear everything up!”
Their 'judge and jury' looked at the piece of paper, and immediately became even more delighted, if that were possible, but quickly sobered up, which looked a bit odd as he still had a smile plastered on his face.
“I- I'm sorry,” he said, “But in my position, it is important not to let fame factor into my decision. I hope you understand, but crimes against Chipperness are severe offenses, and it wouldn't do for me to let that pass, it simply wouldn't.”
Donna thought that it was unnerving to see someone sound so bereaved looking like he'd just won the lottery. She had gathered from what he had said that the psychic paper must have said that they were some sort of celebrity, and Donna knew what some people were willing to do for celebrities. Not that she had ever been one to try to get someone's autograph. Of course not. That would be ridiculous.
And so Donna came up with a plan.
“How about,” she began, smiling coyly, “We take a picture with you, yeah? Then you could show it to all your mates?”
“Well...” he said, but the Doctor had caught on to her plan.
“We promise never to do it again,” he pleaded, “We were just having an off day, you know how it is!”
He seemed unable to resist the Doctor's puppy dog eyes.
“Well, alright!” he said, “But just this once!”
“Of course!” the Doctor said, “Scout's honour!”
“Like you were ever a scout,” Donna muttered, keeping a smile plastered on her face.
“Was too!” he said defensively, “Practically came up with the idea!”
Donna just rolled her eyes as the pink skinned man went to find a camera. When he returned, the two green skinned guards were with him.
They posed for all the photos the men wanted, then (still smiling) took their leave.
When they were safely back in the TARDIS, and could finally stop smiling, Donna turned and slapped the Doctor.
“What was that for?” he asked, hurt.
“We got arrested for not being chipper enough!!”
“Well, yeah, but it all turned out okay.” he said.
Donna rolled her eyes and stomped off to her room, yelling behind as she went,
“No more random coordinates!”
The Doctor turned back to the TARDIS controls, dejected, and started to push buttons. Then he realized that Donna wouldn't know if he had put in random coordinates, especially if he knew something about where they ended up. He brightened up and immediately started to work on the controls.
Next stop: Anywhere, anywhen.
Author: grlgoddess
Rating: G
Word Count: 1074
Prompt Word: Picture
Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge #7 at
doctor_donna
Disclaimer: I am planning on buying a sonic screwdriver and a T-shirt when I get paid. Other than that... yeah... It's the BBC's.
Notes/Warning: I think this is probably the first fanfic I've ever posted that wasn't complete crack. Oh noes! Does this mean I'm maturing? MAKE IT STOP!!
They stood side by side, arms around a pink skinned man, trying hard to make their smiles not seem forced. It seemed to be mostly working.
Only the Doctor could've landed her in this situation. Honestly, what sort of rubbish Time Lord landed on a backwards planet where everything was just so ... cheery! Less than a minute after they had stepped out of the TARDIS, they had been arrested by a pair of barmy fellows, and that means completely bonkers, dressed like they was part clown, part ... something weird. The neon green skin didn't help either.
“Oi!” she had shouted when he had first accosted them, “What's that for?”
“I'm afraid you're under arrest!” the taller of the two said, oddly ecstatic, “Your expressions just are not chipper enough!”
“Chipper!” she had shouted, struggling against her restraints, “I'll show you chipper!”
“Donna,” the Doctor cautioned her, shaking his head slightly. She knew it was probably best to shut up. For now, at least. She turned to sulking instead.
The Doctor, however, flashed one of his manic grins and started bouncing as they were led to the jail down sparkling pink streets decorated with bright flowers and painted rainbows.
He kept up a pleasant conversation with their captors throughout the short walk, though they declined his invitation to show them documentation that would clear their names.
“Sorry!” the clownish green man said, “That's not our department.”
The Doctor carried on with his peppy tirade, though Donna could see on his face a lingering bit of disappointment that his first plan failed.
When they finally arrived at the square yellow building that approximated for the police station, the clown-cops unceremoniously threw them into a sky blue room.
“Enjoy your stay!” the taller one said cheerfully (of course)
“Someone will be along shortly to see to you!” added the shorter, before slamming the door shut, leaving the Doctor and Donna trapped in the windowless room that seemed to radiate light.
Donna glared at the spot on the wall where the door had closed, it had completely blended into the wall. When she turned around, the Doctor already had his glasses out and was licking the wall, using his sonic screwdriver on the wall.
“What're you doing now?” Donna asked, half-regretting what spew of technobabble he would come back with.
“Trying to resonate concrete,” he said, then glared at the screwdriver, changing the setting, then going back to it.
“Well isn't that just wizard,” she said, then sat in a corner.
“If I could just...” he started, and she let her mind wander, avoiding the deluge of technobabble he started on with.
After nearly an hour of this, the Doctor trying, and failing, to come up with some way to break out of their cube, and Donna sitting off in a corner getting bored and occasionally snapping at the Doctor to try something new, something that would actually work, they were finally greeted by the proper authorities.
The man who opened the door to their prison was not bright green, like their captors, but rather a cheery pink. His outfit was more ridiculous than theirs were, covered in bouncing flowers and jingiling silver bells.
“Well, good afternoon to you both!” he said, “I am here to review your case! I serve as both judge and jury! Isn't this going to be just fantastic!”
Donna glared at him, a doubtful look in her eye. The Doctor stopped trying to mess with the concrete and bounded over to the pink man, smiling like the maniac he was.
“Why hello there!” he said, pulling out his psychic paper, “I believe this will clear everything up!”
Their 'judge and jury' looked at the piece of paper, and immediately became even more delighted, if that were possible, but quickly sobered up, which looked a bit odd as he still had a smile plastered on his face.
“I- I'm sorry,” he said, “But in my position, it is important not to let fame factor into my decision. I hope you understand, but crimes against Chipperness are severe offenses, and it wouldn't do for me to let that pass, it simply wouldn't.”
Donna thought that it was unnerving to see someone sound so bereaved looking like he'd just won the lottery. She had gathered from what he had said that the psychic paper must have said that they were some sort of celebrity, and Donna knew what some people were willing to do for celebrities. Not that she had ever been one to try to get someone's autograph. Of course not. That would be ridiculous.
And so Donna came up with a plan.
“How about,” she began, smiling coyly, “We take a picture with you, yeah? Then you could show it to all your mates?”
“Well...” he said, but the Doctor had caught on to her plan.
“We promise never to do it again,” he pleaded, “We were just having an off day, you know how it is!”
He seemed unable to resist the Doctor's puppy dog eyes.
“Well, alright!” he said, “But just this once!”
“Of course!” the Doctor said, “Scout's honour!”
“Like you were ever a scout,” Donna muttered, keeping a smile plastered on her face.
“Was too!” he said defensively, “Practically came up with the idea!”
Donna just rolled her eyes as the pink skinned man went to find a camera. When he returned, the two green skinned guards were with him.
They posed for all the photos the men wanted, then (still smiling) took their leave.
When they were safely back in the TARDIS, and could finally stop smiling, Donna turned and slapped the Doctor.
“What was that for?” he asked, hurt.
“We got arrested for not being chipper enough!!”
“Well, yeah, but it all turned out okay.” he said.
Donna rolled her eyes and stomped off to her room, yelling behind as she went,
“No more random coordinates!”
The Doctor turned back to the TARDIS controls, dejected, and started to push buttons. Then he realized that Donna wouldn't know if he had put in random coordinates, especially if he knew something about where they ended up. He brightened up and immediately started to work on the controls.
Next stop: Anywhere, anywhen.