Fic: Interesting Revelations
Title: Interesting Revelations
Author:
lemon_pencil
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Donna, Martha
Disclaimer: Hmm... not mine.
Warnings/Spoilers: No specific spoilers, just general Who-ness.
Summary: Some surprising discoveries are made after a night out.
Author's notes: Well, it's been a little while since I've posted any fic - bit rusty! Fluffiness to ease me back in.
“What do you wanna do tonight, Donna? Night in? Night out? A meal? A show? A film? A -”
“Doctor?”
He looked at her expectantly. “Yeah?”
“I was thinking… now, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but would you mind if I called up Martha and asked her if she wanted to come out with me for the evening?”
“Oh, okay.” He tried not to look too disappointed. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
She hastened to reassure him. “It’s not that I don’t like being with you, course I do, you know that, it’s just that I haven’t had a proper girly night out in ages.”
Nodding, he chucked her Martha’s old phone. “Her home number’s stored in there somewhere.”
“Thanks.” Donna caught it and flipped it open, finding the number and pressing Dial.
“Hello?” a voice at the other end answered.
“Martha? Hi, it’s Donna.”
“Donna! Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing, I was just wondering if you fancied a night out, that’s all. Spaceman here’s no good for girly chats. You free this evening?”
“I’d love to but I’ve got a project report that has to be completed tonight. I just don’t know if I have enough time.”
“No problem, ’cos time’s our speciality! TARDIS, remember? We can pick you up and then drop you off at the same time later on.”
“Oh, of course! Well, in that case, let me finish this and then you can come and get me, say about ten?”
“Sorted. See you in a bit!”
“Bye!”
She snapped the phone shut and paced along the corridor to her room to find something to wear.
Forty-five minutes later, and she came back into the control room. The Doctor was tinkering with something on the console, and dropped his spanner when he caught sight of her. Colouring, he picked it up.
“You - you look nice,” he stammered, trying to act naturally.
But it was quite difficult for him to avoid staring at her, especially with the black sheen of her tights making her legs look so mesmerising. They already appeared elongated thanks to the high heels, and it was as much as he could do to keep his eyes firmly on her face. And then there was her magnificent chest that also drew his gaze when it really shouldn’t. That blouse…
She smiled almost shyly, and he stood up to enter the coordinates for Martha’s house, fumbling over the controls slightly.
After dropping the two of them off in the centre of London and waving them goodbye, he found it hard to resume any concentration for his work, so he gave up and sat reading in the library instead.
Five hours later, he heard muffled sounds outside the TARDIS.
“Can’t get the key in the door,” came the sound of Donna’s voice outside, followed by giggling from both women. The Doctor sighed and strode over to open it for them.
The two women were more than a little bit tipsy. Donna almost fell over as she walked into the TARDIS, only stopping herself by clutching Martha’s arm.
“Oops,” she said, and they dissolved into helpless laughter once more.
The Doctor looked sternly at them both, pretending to be annoyed. “Martha, I thought you were going to look after madam here? You’re supposed to be the sensible one.”
“Oh, no, Donna looked after me. She introduced me to the Warvey Hallbanger - no, wait, Harvey Ballwanger - oh, you know what I mean.”
He rolled his eyes. Humans and alcohol. He, of course, always maintained composure. Well… except perhaps for that time at that party on Hrochski. They could really throw a party, and those purple drinks with the orange foam that made the room look like it was flashing different colours - they were too good to just have one. He never did find out who the owner of the pair of trousers he found on his head the next morning was.
He was brought out of his reminisces by the sound of Donna’s voice. “You know, there’s something I have to tell you, Doctor,” she said, looking very serious and beckoning him closer. The Doctor decided to humour her, and leaned in to hear whatever it was that she had to say. “I’m not just travelling with you for the aliens, you know, ’cos they’re sexy and everything, but so are you.” She nodded, and then hiccupped. The Doctor suppressed a smile, imagining her mortification tomorrow morning at this particular statement.
“I’m an alien too, Donna, remember? And I thought I was too skinny to be your type?” he asked, amused. He fully intended to store this conversation to memory to embarrass her at a later date.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, but you see, you’re not green so it’s okay. Skinny is all right, and much better than green. I think I could go for blue, though.”
“Uh-huh. What about you, Martha? Do the aliens turn you on too?” asked the Doctor, grinning.
Martha giggled. “Well, the Daleks, you know…” she joked.
“Of course,” he agreed. “It’s their voices, I’m sure, that are the most alluring.”
Donna frowned. “I’m going for a wee,” she announced.
“Good. Um, have fun,” the Doctor said. “Oh wait, sit down a second; let me take those shoes off your feet before you break your neck.” She flopped down onto the jump seat obediently, and let him ease the heels off. When he was done, off she padded along the corridor leaving Martha and him alone in the control room.
“So, had a good chat?” inquired the Doctor. “In between the cocktails, obviously.”
“Yeah,” Martha smiled. “You know, she really likes travelling with you.”
“Well, I’m glad,” he replied, pleased. “I like travelling with her.”
“I think…” She hesitated, wondering whether to say what she had been intending to. “I think she likes you. I mean, really likes you. From the way she talks about you - oh, she calls you a silly Martian and all that, but you can tell she thinks a lot of you.”
He blinked, wondering whether what Martha said was true. She clearly wasn’t nearly as intoxicated as Donna was, but he couldn’t help wondering how sound her judgement was - whether it was her or the drink talking. Donna couldn’t like him in that way, could she? He was just her alien best mate - no more than that.
Just then, Donna returned, and walked over to the Doctor. There was a strange look on her face, and a small smile was playing on her lips.
“Doctor… there’s something I’m curious about. Would you mind if I did something?” she asked.
“Erm…” he said nervously. “What?”
In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, moved closer and pressed her mouth to his. He was so surprised that for a second he did nothing, and then found himself kissing her back.
“Wow,” murmured Martha to herself, gazing at them open mouthed. “I wish I’d have been brave enough to do that. Proof enough, Doctor?”
They broke apart. “Yep,” said Donna. “You taste much better when you’re anchovy-free.”
She sat back down on the jump seat, and within minutes had fallen fast asleep. The Doctor shook his head, dazed.
“Do you want to sleep it off here as well, Martha?” he offered, trying to act as though nothing had happened. “Then I can take you back to the time we picked you up from tomorrow morning.” She nodded. “You remember where your old room is I take it? I think you’ll be all right getting there yourself, but I may need to help Miss Noble here…”
Martha smiled, and headed in the direction of the other rooms in the TARDIS, only a little unsteadily. The Doctor bent over and picked up Donna in his arms. One in her bedroom, he deposited her on her bed, tucked her in and turned out the light.
The following morning, the Doctor and Martha had breakfast together before he dropped her off at her house once more. She was slightly worse for wear but other than that, relatively okay. When he got back, he decided Donna had slept long enough and went into her room.
“Donna?”
“Nurghhh,” came the reply. She was lying on her front with her head pressed into the pillow, still dressed in her clothes from last night.
“Donna, it’s midday. Wakey wakey, rise and shine!” he said in a singsong voice.
“Please go away,” she pleaded.
He smirked. “Someone not feeling so great this morning?”
She lifted her head and glared at him. “My head is killing me and I feel like I’m going to throw up. Leave me alone,” she groaned.
“Well, I’m making tea so get yourself into the kitchen in five minutes. You’ll feel better after a nice cup of tea,” he told her, leaving the room.
Six and a half minutes later, she stumbled into the kitchen wearing her fluffy white dressing gown. She sank into a chair.
“Thanks,” she muttered, picking up the steaming mug in front of her. He sat beside her.
“So,” said the Doctor brightly. “Do you remember anything at all from last night?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Um. It’s a bit of a blur, to be honest.”
He grinned. “Do you remember telling me that I was sexier than other aliens?”
She blushed. “Oh God. I didn’t know what I was saying. Please forget anything I said. Is… is there anything else I should know about?” she tentatively ventured.
His grin widened. “Well… nothing major. Oh, except you snogged me.”
Her face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “I did WHAT?”
“Snogged me.” He was enjoying this. “With tongues.”
“Bugger. I’m - I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“That’s okay,” he smirked.
They sipped their tea in silence, Donna wincing every so often at the pain in her head.
After a few minutes, the Doctor broke the silence. “But I was wondering…” He paused. “Since you can’t remember it too well, maybe you’d like me to remind you?”
The shocked look on her face made him wonder if Martha had been wrong about Donna’s feelings for her. Had he just put his foot in it? But then she recovered, and smiled.
“Was it a bit like this?” she asked, brushing her lips against his.
He looked into her eyes. Oh, they were such beautiful eyes. “Well, I’d say it was more like this actually.”
Cupping her face, he leaned in. The kiss was deeper this time, but just as the Doctor began wonder if he was dreaming, Donna pulled away. He looked crestfallen, and she hurriedly tried to explain.
“I’m sorry - can we postpone this until later?” she asked, apologetically. “It’s just that even what you’re doing with your lips - and by the way, it’s pretty fantastic - can’t quite distract me from my throbbing head. I want to give you my full attention, you know.”
He appeared relieved, and smiled. “And I want your full attention, Donna Noble. It just so happens that I have the best hangover cure in the universe.”
With a flourish, he produced what seemed to be a red, spongy fruit with green spots on it from the depths of his pocket.
“The Borgle fruit,” he declared. “Known for its properties in counteracting the effects of alcohol. Go on, try it.”
She took a bite, and immediately felt the pain begin to ebb. The nausea she’d been feeling also lessened. By the time she’d eaten the whole fruit, she felt a million times better.
“Whoa,” she breathed. “That is amazing!”
“Yep,” he grinned happily. “Now… where were we?”
"Oh, I think I remember..."
Author:
lemon_pencil
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Donna, Martha
Disclaimer: Hmm... not mine.
Warnings/Spoilers: No specific spoilers, just general Who-ness.
Summary: Some surprising discoveries are made after a night out.
Author's notes: Well, it's been a little while since I've posted any fic - bit rusty! Fluffiness to ease me back in.
“What do you wanna do tonight, Donna? Night in? Night out? A meal? A show? A film? A -”
“Doctor?”
He looked at her expectantly. “Yeah?”
“I was thinking… now, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but would you mind if I called up Martha and asked her if she wanted to come out with me for the evening?”
“Oh, okay.” He tried not to look too disappointed. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
She hastened to reassure him. “It’s not that I don’t like being with you, course I do, you know that, it’s just that I haven’t had a proper girly night out in ages.”
Nodding, he chucked her Martha’s old phone. “Her home number’s stored in there somewhere.”
“Thanks.” Donna caught it and flipped it open, finding the number and pressing Dial.
“Hello?” a voice at the other end answered.
“Martha? Hi, it’s Donna.”
“Donna! Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing, I was just wondering if you fancied a night out, that’s all. Spaceman here’s no good for girly chats. You free this evening?”
“I’d love to but I’ve got a project report that has to be completed tonight. I just don’t know if I have enough time.”
“No problem, ’cos time’s our speciality! TARDIS, remember? We can pick you up and then drop you off at the same time later on.”
“Oh, of course! Well, in that case, let me finish this and then you can come and get me, say about ten?”
“Sorted. See you in a bit!”
“Bye!”
She snapped the phone shut and paced along the corridor to her room to find something to wear.
Forty-five minutes later, and she came back into the control room. The Doctor was tinkering with something on the console, and dropped his spanner when he caught sight of her. Colouring, he picked it up.
“You - you look nice,” he stammered, trying to act naturally.
But it was quite difficult for him to avoid staring at her, especially with the black sheen of her tights making her legs look so mesmerising. They already appeared elongated thanks to the high heels, and it was as much as he could do to keep his eyes firmly on her face. And then there was her magnificent chest that also drew his gaze when it really shouldn’t. That blouse…
She smiled almost shyly, and he stood up to enter the coordinates for Martha’s house, fumbling over the controls slightly.
After dropping the two of them off in the centre of London and waving them goodbye, he found it hard to resume any concentration for his work, so he gave up and sat reading in the library instead.
Five hours later, he heard muffled sounds outside the TARDIS.
“Can’t get the key in the door,” came the sound of Donna’s voice outside, followed by giggling from both women. The Doctor sighed and strode over to open it for them.
The two women were more than a little bit tipsy. Donna almost fell over as she walked into the TARDIS, only stopping herself by clutching Martha’s arm.
“Oops,” she said, and they dissolved into helpless laughter once more.
The Doctor looked sternly at them both, pretending to be annoyed. “Martha, I thought you were going to look after madam here? You’re supposed to be the sensible one.”
“Oh, no, Donna looked after me. She introduced me to the Warvey Hallbanger - no, wait, Harvey Ballwanger - oh, you know what I mean.”
He rolled his eyes. Humans and alcohol. He, of course, always maintained composure. Well… except perhaps for that time at that party on Hrochski. They could really throw a party, and those purple drinks with the orange foam that made the room look like it was flashing different colours - they were too good to just have one. He never did find out who the owner of the pair of trousers he found on his head the next morning was.
He was brought out of his reminisces by the sound of Donna’s voice. “You know, there’s something I have to tell you, Doctor,” she said, looking very serious and beckoning him closer. The Doctor decided to humour her, and leaned in to hear whatever it was that she had to say. “I’m not just travelling with you for the aliens, you know, ’cos they’re sexy and everything, but so are you.” She nodded, and then hiccupped. The Doctor suppressed a smile, imagining her mortification tomorrow morning at this particular statement.
“I’m an alien too, Donna, remember? And I thought I was too skinny to be your type?” he asked, amused. He fully intended to store this conversation to memory to embarrass her at a later date.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, but you see, you’re not green so it’s okay. Skinny is all right, and much better than green. I think I could go for blue, though.”
“Uh-huh. What about you, Martha? Do the aliens turn you on too?” asked the Doctor, grinning.
Martha giggled. “Well, the Daleks, you know…” she joked.
“Of course,” he agreed. “It’s their voices, I’m sure, that are the most alluring.”
Donna frowned. “I’m going for a wee,” she announced.
“Good. Um, have fun,” the Doctor said. “Oh wait, sit down a second; let me take those shoes off your feet before you break your neck.” She flopped down onto the jump seat obediently, and let him ease the heels off. When he was done, off she padded along the corridor leaving Martha and him alone in the control room.
“So, had a good chat?” inquired the Doctor. “In between the cocktails, obviously.”
“Yeah,” Martha smiled. “You know, she really likes travelling with you.”
“Well, I’m glad,” he replied, pleased. “I like travelling with her.”
“I think…” She hesitated, wondering whether to say what she had been intending to. “I think she likes you. I mean, really likes you. From the way she talks about you - oh, she calls you a silly Martian and all that, but you can tell she thinks a lot of you.”
He blinked, wondering whether what Martha said was true. She clearly wasn’t nearly as intoxicated as Donna was, but he couldn’t help wondering how sound her judgement was - whether it was her or the drink talking. Donna couldn’t like him in that way, could she? He was just her alien best mate - no more than that.
Just then, Donna returned, and walked over to the Doctor. There was a strange look on her face, and a small smile was playing on her lips.
“Doctor… there’s something I’m curious about. Would you mind if I did something?” she asked.
“Erm…” he said nervously. “What?”
In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, moved closer and pressed her mouth to his. He was so surprised that for a second he did nothing, and then found himself kissing her back.
“Wow,” murmured Martha to herself, gazing at them open mouthed. “I wish I’d have been brave enough to do that. Proof enough, Doctor?”
They broke apart. “Yep,” said Donna. “You taste much better when you’re anchovy-free.”
She sat back down on the jump seat, and within minutes had fallen fast asleep. The Doctor shook his head, dazed.
“Do you want to sleep it off here as well, Martha?” he offered, trying to act as though nothing had happened. “Then I can take you back to the time we picked you up from tomorrow morning.” She nodded. “You remember where your old room is I take it? I think you’ll be all right getting there yourself, but I may need to help Miss Noble here…”
Martha smiled, and headed in the direction of the other rooms in the TARDIS, only a little unsteadily. The Doctor bent over and picked up Donna in his arms. One in her bedroom, he deposited her on her bed, tucked her in and turned out the light.
The following morning, the Doctor and Martha had breakfast together before he dropped her off at her house once more. She was slightly worse for wear but other than that, relatively okay. When he got back, he decided Donna had slept long enough and went into her room.
“Donna?”
“Nurghhh,” came the reply. She was lying on her front with her head pressed into the pillow, still dressed in her clothes from last night.
“Donna, it’s midday. Wakey wakey, rise and shine!” he said in a singsong voice.
“Please go away,” she pleaded.
He smirked. “Someone not feeling so great this morning?”
She lifted her head and glared at him. “My head is killing me and I feel like I’m going to throw up. Leave me alone,” she groaned.
“Well, I’m making tea so get yourself into the kitchen in five minutes. You’ll feel better after a nice cup of tea,” he told her, leaving the room.
Six and a half minutes later, she stumbled into the kitchen wearing her fluffy white dressing gown. She sank into a chair.
“Thanks,” she muttered, picking up the steaming mug in front of her. He sat beside her.
“So,” said the Doctor brightly. “Do you remember anything at all from last night?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Um. It’s a bit of a blur, to be honest.”
He grinned. “Do you remember telling me that I was sexier than other aliens?”
She blushed. “Oh God. I didn’t know what I was saying. Please forget anything I said. Is… is there anything else I should know about?” she tentatively ventured.
His grin widened. “Well… nothing major. Oh, except you snogged me.”
Her face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “I did WHAT?”
“Snogged me.” He was enjoying this. “With tongues.”
“Bugger. I’m - I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“That’s okay,” he smirked.
They sipped their tea in silence, Donna wincing every so often at the pain in her head.
After a few minutes, the Doctor broke the silence. “But I was wondering…” He paused. “Since you can’t remember it too well, maybe you’d like me to remind you?”
The shocked look on her face made him wonder if Martha had been wrong about Donna’s feelings for her. Had he just put his foot in it? But then she recovered, and smiled.
“Was it a bit like this?” she asked, brushing her lips against his.
He looked into her eyes. Oh, they were such beautiful eyes. “Well, I’d say it was more like this actually.”
Cupping her face, he leaned in. The kiss was deeper this time, but just as the Doctor began wonder if he was dreaming, Donna pulled away. He looked crestfallen, and she hurriedly tried to explain.
“I’m sorry - can we postpone this until later?” she asked, apologetically. “It’s just that even what you’re doing with your lips - and by the way, it’s pretty fantastic - can’t quite distract me from my throbbing head. I want to give you my full attention, you know.”
He appeared relieved, and smiled. “And I want your full attention, Donna Noble. It just so happens that I have the best hangover cure in the universe.”
With a flourish, he produced what seemed to be a red, spongy fruit with green spots on it from the depths of his pocket.
“The Borgle fruit,” he declared. “Known for its properties in counteracting the effects of alcohol. Go on, try it.”
She took a bite, and immediately felt the pain begin to ebb. The nausea she’d been feeling also lessened. By the time she’d eaten the whole fruit, she felt a million times better.
“Whoa,” she breathed. “That is amazing!”
“Yep,” he grinned happily. “Now… where were we?”
"Oh, I think I remember..."