Fic: Breaking The Ice (my first!)
Title: Breaking The Ice
Author:
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Doctor or Donna or anything to do with Doctor Who.
Rating: Fine for everyone, I think.
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Donna.
Warnings: Miniscule spoiler for Partners in Crime I guess. But I don’t know why you’d be reading this if you hadn’t watched the series.
Summary: “So, Donna Noble - tour of the TARDIS?”
Author’s Notes: This is my first fic, so be nice! I decided to start at the very beginning so I could get used to the characters. It’s not amazing but I’m quite pleased for a first effort. Set just after Partners in Crime, on the Doctor and Donna’s first night together in the TARDIS. Comments would majorly excite me. If you like it, feel free to friend me and I’ll most likely friend back.
As Wilf faded out of sight in the distance on the hill far below, Donna finally stopped waving frantically and closed the door of the TARDIS. She turned to face the Doctor, who was leaning against the console. There was a moment of silence that seemed both slightly awkward yet comfortable at the same time. Could a silence, Donna wondered, be both of those things at once? One wouldn’t ordinarily think so, but then being with the Doctor was never ordinary. And now she was here with him at last, after searching for so long. They grinned at one other.
“So, Donna Noble - tour of the TARDIS?”
“Love to.”
“Well then, allons-y!”
He lead the way along the hallway out of the control room, hands jammed in the pockets of his customary pinstriped trousers. Since earlier hadn’t exactly been the right moment, and Donna was still intensely curious, she fully intended to later inquire as to whether or not the Doctor ever did actually change his suit.
He stopped at a doorway. “The kitchen, fully equipped with every kind of nutritional item you may require.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”
“Well, the fridge has got a psychic desire-establishing field - you want it, it has it. Installed it after the TARDIS got ambushed on a trip to Sainsbury’s,” said the Doctor, looking immensely pleased with himself.
“You really know how to impress a girl,” remarked Donna wryly.
He smiled and continued along the corridor. Donna caught up with him and squeezed his arm, sensing that he was ever so slightly miffed that she wasn’t significantly impressed with his outer space souped up fridge. “The fridge is great, Doctor,” she said, suppressing a giggle at his beam that accompanied her comment.
“And here’s the library.”
Donna looked around the striking circular room with deep mahogany shelves bearing hundreds of books. The old Donna hadn’t liked reading - not unless it was Heat magazine - but ever since she’d met the Doctor, she’d acquired an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. You couldn’t live your life in the dark, she saw now; you had to see things and learn things to gradually illuminate the universe waiting to be beheld. She imagined the two of them sitting contentedly together reading of an evening in the big old chairs in the middle of the room. For the twentieth time that day she felt overcome with delight that she was here, and had to turn away from the Doctor to compose herself and wipe away a small tear of happiness.
“You… okay?” said the Doctor, looking vaguely worried.
Alright, so he’d seen her little moment.
“Yeah! Yeah. Just… you know. Been waiting for this for a long time. I thought I’d never find you… it’s all kind of…” she shrugged self-consciously.
“Overwhelming?” said the Doctor kindly.
“Yeah.” She smiled gratefully.
“Oh!” he cried suddenly, making her jump. “Gotta show you the garden!”
“You have a garden?” she exclaimed.
“Oh yes! Complete with simulated sky.”
And they were off again. Really, Donna thought, she’d be quite worn out in a matter of days if he was always like this. But she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
One garden, three bathrooms, a vast wardrobe room, a games room, a dining room and an indoor pool later, and the tour was nearly finished. Well, of the main rooms anyway, he explained. The TARDIS went on for quite a long way, and even he wasn’t sure he’d seen everything.
“I once came across a room full of bananas,” he reminisced, “Never did find it again.” They came to a halt outside the final room. “And this, Miss Noble, is your room.”
She loved it immediately. The domed ceiling, like in the control room, made it feel spacious but cosy. If she had to pick just one amazing thing to start with, it would definitely have to be the bed: huge and soft with crazy legs that looked like they were fashioned from a kind of hard, porous coral. Then there was the wardrobe big enough even to dwarf her collection of clothes. She turned to the Doctor and hugged him in thanks. He looked pleased.
“Right then, I’ll just sort out the rest of your stuff. Tired?”
“Knackered,” she sighed. He grinned and left the room.
Donna opened one of her (many) cases and pulled out a pair of purple pyjamas. She had in fact packed no less than six pairs of pyjamas - one could never have too many pairs - but she was in a purple mood. She undressed, feeling with contentment the warm floor beneath her feet. She supposed it was stone, but then it was just as likely to be some sort of organic space material. At that precise moment, the Doctor flung the door wide open carrying the last stack of her things from the car, looking over his shoulder as he came in and thus not noticing her unfit attire for conversation until a little too late.
“Oh and Donna I just forgot to tell you that the -” he stopped dead in his tracks as he realized with horror that Donna was standing in front of him in her underwear. For a split second he stood there horror-struck, before babbling, “I’m sorry I - I didn’t - I’ll just -”
Donna took control of the situation. “DOCTOR!”
He fled from the room faster than even he’d run when they’d been being chased by robot Santas. Donna quickly dressed and then stepped outside to see the Doctor looking very nervous and quite possibly strongly anticipating a slap.
“Interesting ice-breaker,” she commented dryly.
“Yes. Erm. Sorry about that.”
“Just because some people,” she said, raising one eyebrow, “live permanently in one outfit, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t occasionally change.”
“Right. Yes.”
“I think we need to set a few ground rules, spaceman.”
Donna Noble had been in the TARDIS for less than an hour and it was already quite clear just who was in charge around here.
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