Fic: One Way 1/1 [Doctor Who, D/D, Rated T ]
Title: One Way 1/1
Author: GylzGirl
Characters: The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Rating: T
Prompt Word: #8 "Charm" for the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna
Word Count: 721.
Author's Note: Influenced heavily by my favorite fairy tale. Bulk of it written on my lunch break at work where apparently, I needed the whimsy :)
“Donna!” The Doctor had kicked open the door just in time to see her crumple towards the ground at the touch of the woman beside her. “No!” He shouted, dropping to his knees and sliding beneath her to cushion her fall. He brushed red hair off of her face; his hand caressing a cheek already cold and terrifyingly paler than her usual ivory shade. His fingers shook as they slid to her neck and found only stillness.
The Doctor’s head snapped up, the brewing of a storm in his darkened brown eyes. “What the Hell did you do to her, Calliope?!” he spat at the deceptively frail looking young blond woman still standing.
“Tis but a simple charm, Dear Doctor,” she smiled brightly. “I read her heart. Shredded by love it had been, poor thing. She was longing so.”
“And so you killed her?”
“Not dead, Dear Doctor. Only asleep. She will wake with the healing kiss of true love. When he finds her, she will be restored and all will be well again.”
“And if she hasn’t one?”
Calliope pouted. “That would be very sad. Perhaps, she would prefer this state?”
The Doctor looked down on her beautiful face, so peaceful. He shut his eyes. “Lee…he might have been real. If I could just get access to CAL then perhaps…” His eyes opened. “Can’t leave Donna here. Is it safe to take her away?”
“Perhaps the answer is closer than you think, Dear Doctor,” Calliope swept her fingers through his tousled brown hair and smiled down at him. In the next moment, she had glided towards the door, vanishing in a cloud of smoke.
The Doctor shook his head at her parlor trick. The telepathically triggered teleportation devices of this world had even lost their awe factor on Donna on the fourth or fifth day. This gave the Doctor an idea. He sat on the floor and lay Donna’s head in his lap. His hands touched her temples and his eyes fluttered shut. In a few moments, he opened his eyes, blinking away tears. There was nothing. It was like touching a stone. He pulled her up, holding her to his chest. He stroked her hair, looking at her face, willing her eyes to open. “Donna,” he whispered as a tear fell.
He glanced around the room looking for anything that might help and then his gaze fell to her mouth. The Doctor swallowed past an emotion-constricted throat and again stroked her perfect smooth cheek. Perhaps the love only had to be one way…
The Doctor slipped his hand into Donna’s hair, cradling the back of her head. His other arm stretched around behind her back and lifted her towards him. He bowed his head to hers and pressed his lips against her own. In seconds, he felt a flush of warmth return to her flesh. He felt breath against his cheek and her mouth open slightly. Ecstatic, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips. He enthusiastically pulled her even closer, causing her back to arch and push her chest into his.
Donna moaned and the Doctor felt the flutter of eyelashes on his cheek. Encouraged, the Doctor pulled his arm from behind her back and brought his palm to rest against her breast.
A muffled noise that sounded suspiciously like 'what the hell are you doing' vibrated against his mouth. He opened his eyes and found himself looking into a pair of vibrant blue eyes. They were wide with surprise at first but then narrowed.
Survival instinct finally kicked in and the Doctor slid his arm behind her once again, pinning her to him. He continued to kiss Donna passionately knowing that she couldn't really slap him across the face if it was still attached to hers. His mind was working on a way of disentangling himself from her with minimum damage when their eyes met again.
He smiled against her lips. He was kissing Donna Noble; a very alive Donna Noble. Suddenly, he was in no real hurry to stop. He closed his eyes once more and luxuriated in the kiss.
The Doctor felt Donna's eyelashes against his skin again, followed by a hand in his hair that held him to her.
Author: GylzGirl
Characters: The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Rating: T
Prompt Word: #8 "Charm" for the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna
Word Count: 721.
Author's Note: Influenced heavily by my favorite fairy tale. Bulk of it written on my lunch break at work where apparently, I needed the whimsy :)
“Donna!” The Doctor had kicked open the door just in time to see her crumple towards the ground at the touch of the woman beside her. “No!” He shouted, dropping to his knees and sliding beneath her to cushion her fall. He brushed red hair off of her face; his hand caressing a cheek already cold and terrifyingly paler than her usual ivory shade. His fingers shook as they slid to her neck and found only stillness.
The Doctor’s head snapped up, the brewing of a storm in his darkened brown eyes. “What the Hell did you do to her, Calliope?!” he spat at the deceptively frail looking young blond woman still standing.
“Tis but a simple charm, Dear Doctor,” she smiled brightly. “I read her heart. Shredded by love it had been, poor thing. She was longing so.”
“And so you killed her?”
“Not dead, Dear Doctor. Only asleep. She will wake with the healing kiss of true love. When he finds her, she will be restored and all will be well again.”
“And if she hasn’t one?”
Calliope pouted. “That would be very sad. Perhaps, she would prefer this state?”
The Doctor looked down on her beautiful face, so peaceful. He shut his eyes. “Lee…he might have been real. If I could just get access to CAL then perhaps…” His eyes opened. “Can’t leave Donna here. Is it safe to take her away?”
“Perhaps the answer is closer than you think, Dear Doctor,” Calliope swept her fingers through his tousled brown hair and smiled down at him. In the next moment, she had glided towards the door, vanishing in a cloud of smoke.
The Doctor shook his head at her parlor trick. The telepathically triggered teleportation devices of this world had even lost their awe factor on Donna on the fourth or fifth day. This gave the Doctor an idea. He sat on the floor and lay Donna’s head in his lap. His hands touched her temples and his eyes fluttered shut. In a few moments, he opened his eyes, blinking away tears. There was nothing. It was like touching a stone. He pulled her up, holding her to his chest. He stroked her hair, looking at her face, willing her eyes to open. “Donna,” he whispered as a tear fell.
He glanced around the room looking for anything that might help and then his gaze fell to her mouth. The Doctor swallowed past an emotion-constricted throat and again stroked her perfect smooth cheek. Perhaps the love only had to be one way…
The Doctor slipped his hand into Donna’s hair, cradling the back of her head. His other arm stretched around behind her back and lifted her towards him. He bowed his head to hers and pressed his lips against her own. In seconds, he felt a flush of warmth return to her flesh. He felt breath against his cheek and her mouth open slightly. Ecstatic, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips. He enthusiastically pulled her even closer, causing her back to arch and push her chest into his.
Donna moaned and the Doctor felt the flutter of eyelashes on his cheek. Encouraged, the Doctor pulled his arm from behind her back and brought his palm to rest against her breast.
A muffled noise that sounded suspiciously like 'what the hell are you doing' vibrated against his mouth. He opened his eyes and found himself looking into a pair of vibrant blue eyes. They were wide with surprise at first but then narrowed.
Survival instinct finally kicked in and the Doctor slid his arm behind her once again, pinning her to him. He continued to kiss Donna passionately knowing that she couldn't really slap him across the face if it was still attached to hers. His mind was working on a way of disentangling himself from her with minimum damage when their eyes met again.
He smiled against her lips. He was kissing Donna Noble; a very alive Donna Noble. Suddenly, he was in no real hurry to stop. He closed his eyes once more and luxuriated in the kiss.
The Doctor felt Donna's eyelashes against his skin again, followed by a hand in his hair that held him to her.