FIC: Aromatherapy
TITLE: Aromatherapy 1/1
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who (Ten, Donna)
RATING: PG
CONTENT: ANGST
CATEGORY: VIGNETTE, ADULT, DRAMA
SPOILERS: Season Four. No spoilers for the specials.
SUMMARY: The Doctor is put into a deathlike sleep by an alien banana. With no cure in sight, Donna tries to take her mind of her troubles. Written for comment_fic with this prompt: Ten/Donna, brownies.
DISCLAIMER: BBC owns Doctor Who. The characters featured in this story were created by Russell T. Davies. No profit is made off of them for this story. I only own the pesky alien banana.
Donna was not use to him being so still.
Their last adventure started out well enough. The Doctor and Donna arrived on this world that Donna could no longer think of the name of at the height of it's summer festival. They had been enjoying themselves for quite awhile. Unfortunately it seemed that the Doctor's habit of sticking things in his mouth had seemingly caught up with him as he took a bite of these exotic purple bananas. If he had bothered to ask before he ate, he would have found out that the bananas carried a powerful cryonic that sent the victim into state eerily mimicking death.
Donna would never forget the moment when the Doctor suddenly stiffened and then collapsed in front of her. Before the TARDIS' translation circuits went out on her, she had asked if there was a cure. They had said there was; the fragrance of a very rare plant on their world, but the translation circuits gave out before she could find out what it was and where it was. With no other option she put the Doctor into the TARDIS and it the switches that he showed her that would return her to Earth.
Now, over a month later he was still in this deathlike state. Martha had put him into a hibernation chamber and tried every fragrance from every flower on Earth and a few from the TARDIS' garden that she could think of and none of them seemed to work. Far as they could tell, his metabolism was just about zilch, so for now, he was not in any danger of actual death by starvation and Martha came by every few days to inject a small bit of saline solution and nutrients. But he still remained motionless, unaware of the universe around him. The only way they knew he was still alive at all was very minute brain scans and the fact that the TARDIS was still alive and nominally functioning.
Finally, one day, unable to stand the inactivity anymore, both his, and her own at his bedside, she wandered around the TARDIS before finally entering the kitchen. Opening a few cabinets, she found some baking mix, flour, frosting, chocolate and a square pan. When she was younger and her grandmother was still alive, she would often make brownies for Donna; in later years teaching Donna how to make them herself. Yearning for something to do to take her mind off, however briefly, on the Time Lord's current condition, she set about setting things up to make a couple of small batches of brownies.
As she baked, she managed to her first small smiles in more than a month, remembering about all the times she had been in her grandmother's kitchen watching her make her own brownies. Even before the first batch came out of the oven, the sweet chocolate smell swept through the kitchen with it's delightful aroma. As she took the batch out of the oven, she was unaware that the TARDIS had allowed the scent to filter throughout the ship. As she started the second batch, she gave a brief, worried thought about checking on the Doctor, but ultimately figured that if there had been any change the TARDIS would have certainly had let her know about it.
So engrossed in making the second batch that she did not hear the faint sound of a door opening from a room not too far from the kitchen she was working in. Nor did she hear at all the shuffling of sock clad feet entering the kitchen. It was only as she was taking the second batch out of the oven and grabbing the bowl to begin cleaning up did she hear the softest thud of something against a wall. When she turned to see what it could possibly be, her hands flew to her mouth and the bowl she had been carrying clattered in a metallic thud to the floor.
Standing before her was one Time Lord, suddenly looking very much alive. Clad in the pinstriped pajamas that Donna had changed him in shortly after she had gotten his body back into the TARDIS, he leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. Rubbing at his eyes, he gave off very much the look of a man just waking up from a long nap and not of a man who had just spent the last month seemingly dead to everyone around him. At that moment, Donna could care less.
"Whu?" he started to say with a voice rough and barely above a whisper from a month's lack of use. He had, in Donna's mind an almost adorable expression of wide - eyed confusion and worry. She rushed and happily threw her arms around him, nearly knocking them both off balance. She quickly moved them both to one the booth seats in the kitchen and sat down next to him.
"What happened?" He asked again, his voice getting a bit stronger, now that he was a bit more awake. "We were enjoying that festival, and then I ate something. Next thing I remember is waking up to a wonderful smell from the kitchen. I came in here and you looked like you saw a ghost."
Donna gave him her gentlest smile, "I'll explain later when your a bit more awake."
Though the concern had eased from his features, he seemed to accept that answer for the moment. Enfolding Donna in a slightly tighter hug, he glanced over her shoulder and asked one more question:
"Donna, can I have a brownie?"
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who (Ten, Donna)
RATING: PG
CONTENT: ANGST
CATEGORY: VIGNETTE, ADULT, DRAMA
SPOILERS: Season Four. No spoilers for the specials.
SUMMARY: The Doctor is put into a deathlike sleep by an alien banana. With no cure in sight, Donna tries to take her mind of her troubles. Written for comment_fic with this prompt: Ten/Donna, brownies.
DISCLAIMER: BBC owns Doctor Who. The characters featured in this story were created by Russell T. Davies. No profit is made off of them for this story. I only own the pesky alien banana.
Donna was not use to him being so still.
Their last adventure started out well enough. The Doctor and Donna arrived on this world that Donna could no longer think of the name of at the height of it's summer festival. They had been enjoying themselves for quite awhile. Unfortunately it seemed that the Doctor's habit of sticking things in his mouth had seemingly caught up with him as he took a bite of these exotic purple bananas. If he had bothered to ask before he ate, he would have found out that the bananas carried a powerful cryonic that sent the victim into state eerily mimicking death.
Donna would never forget the moment when the Doctor suddenly stiffened and then collapsed in front of her. Before the TARDIS' translation circuits went out on her, she had asked if there was a cure. They had said there was; the fragrance of a very rare plant on their world, but the translation circuits gave out before she could find out what it was and where it was. With no other option she put the Doctor into the TARDIS and it the switches that he showed her that would return her to Earth.
Now, over a month later he was still in this deathlike state. Martha had put him into a hibernation chamber and tried every fragrance from every flower on Earth and a few from the TARDIS' garden that she could think of and none of them seemed to work. Far as they could tell, his metabolism was just about zilch, so for now, he was not in any danger of actual death by starvation and Martha came by every few days to inject a small bit of saline solution and nutrients. But he still remained motionless, unaware of the universe around him. The only way they knew he was still alive at all was very minute brain scans and the fact that the TARDIS was still alive and nominally functioning.
Finally, one day, unable to stand the inactivity anymore, both his, and her own at his bedside, she wandered around the TARDIS before finally entering the kitchen. Opening a few cabinets, she found some baking mix, flour, frosting, chocolate and a square pan. When she was younger and her grandmother was still alive, she would often make brownies for Donna; in later years teaching Donna how to make them herself. Yearning for something to do to take her mind off, however briefly, on the Time Lord's current condition, she set about setting things up to make a couple of small batches of brownies.
As she baked, she managed to her first small smiles in more than a month, remembering about all the times she had been in her grandmother's kitchen watching her make her own brownies. Even before the first batch came out of the oven, the sweet chocolate smell swept through the kitchen with it's delightful aroma. As she took the batch out of the oven, she was unaware that the TARDIS had allowed the scent to filter throughout the ship. As she started the second batch, she gave a brief, worried thought about checking on the Doctor, but ultimately figured that if there had been any change the TARDIS would have certainly had let her know about it.
So engrossed in making the second batch that she did not hear the faint sound of a door opening from a room not too far from the kitchen she was working in. Nor did she hear at all the shuffling of sock clad feet entering the kitchen. It was only as she was taking the second batch out of the oven and grabbing the bowl to begin cleaning up did she hear the softest thud of something against a wall. When she turned to see what it could possibly be, her hands flew to her mouth and the bowl she had been carrying clattered in a metallic thud to the floor.
Standing before her was one Time Lord, suddenly looking very much alive. Clad in the pinstriped pajamas that Donna had changed him in shortly after she had gotten his body back into the TARDIS, he leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. Rubbing at his eyes, he gave off very much the look of a man just waking up from a long nap and not of a man who had just spent the last month seemingly dead to everyone around him. At that moment, Donna could care less.
"Whu?" he started to say with a voice rough and barely above a whisper from a month's lack of use. He had, in Donna's mind an almost adorable expression of wide - eyed confusion and worry. She rushed and happily threw her arms around him, nearly knocking them both off balance. She quickly moved them both to one the booth seats in the kitchen and sat down next to him.
"What happened?" He asked again, his voice getting a bit stronger, now that he was a bit more awake. "We were enjoying that festival, and then I ate something. Next thing I remember is waking up to a wonderful smell from the kitchen. I came in here and you looked like you saw a ghost."
Donna gave him her gentlest smile, "I'll explain later when your a bit more awake."
Though the concern had eased from his features, he seemed to accept that answer for the moment. Enfolding Donna in a slightly tighter hug, he glanced over her shoulder and asked one more question:
"Donna, can I have a brownie?"