Fic: Tea and Biscuits
Title: Tea and Biscuits
Fandom: Being Human/Doctor Who
Characters: Donna Noble, Annie
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For 1x05 of Being Human
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: The tea steams in Donna's hand, when she curls her fingers round it, and she can't help but make an appreciative noise. Annie may be dead, but she knows the importance of a good cup of tea.
Written for ravurian who wanted Donna and Annie, I hope I managed to get down what you asked for.
Annie brings tea out onto the doorstep, which is the best place to be able to spot a 'child-stealing insect alien from the 35th century.' Because really, a six foot tall insect in a human suit, will always be a six foot tall alien in a human suit, no matter whether it thinks otherwise or not.
The tea steams in Donna's hand, when she curls her fingers round it, and she can't help but make an appreciative noise. Annie may be dead, but she knows the importance of a good cup of tea.
Also, she's brought out a little plate of bourbons. Donna can forgive a lot if there are bourbons on offer. That's half the Doctor's trouble right there, never has a decent selection of biscuits.
Annie watches her dip them in her tea with a wistful sort of look, and Donna is certain she'd hate that. Not being able to eat, or drink.
"So, the secret vampire underground looks a bit outclassed, next to rampaging insect aliens from the 35th century doesn't it?"
Annie pushes her boots back and forth on the step. Tongue edged between her teeth.
"Yeah, yeah it does a bit."
"Probably why they're all so secretive, frightened of being upstaged."
Annie laughs through her hair.
Donna drinks her tea and it's good, it's really good. It'd be a shame if the aliens chose that moment to come around, attempting to steal children.
"So...can I ask, how you died? Or is that rude?"
"Oh," Annie shifts on the step, clearly uncomfortable, and Donna's about to wave it off, tell her not to worry about it, but Annie swallows and nods sharply.
"My fiancé, he killed me, pushed me down the stairs, and I fell-" Annie gestures with a hand, in a way that looks sad and helpless, then nods awkwardly without finishing, as if whatever happened after that was too complicated, or personal, to define.
Donna's biscuit wavers above the mug.
"Crap, I'm sorry, I thought maybe it was a car crash, or something, I didn't know you were murdered."
Annie shrugs.
"I've had a bit of time to get used to the idea."
"Did he- I mean if he killed you, is he in prison?"
Annie shakes her head.
"No, they said...they said it was an accident, and I wanted him to- I wanted a confession. So I had a go at haunting him."
Donna nods sharply in agreement.
"I'm damn sure if any of my boyfriends killed me, I'd want to stick around haunting him until he was too afraid to go to the toilet, without three friends, and a flashlight."
"It was a bit of a mess at first, I wasn't really very good at it. Not really angry enough maybe. But we sorted it out in the end," Annie scratches at her shoulder, and Donna has to wonder if dead people can even itch, or at least think they did? "I forget how scary Mitchell and George are when they're not..." Annie flounders awkwardly for a word. "Being people."
Donna nods, because really, that's a more than appropriate sort of justice.
"Oh I don't know, people can be pretty scary too."
"Yeah, but we're used to people scary. People scary doesn't normally come and eat your face in the middle of the night."
Donna thinks about that for a moment.
"Oh, I don't know, I've known a few-"
Annie raises a startled eyebrow at her.
"Not people right in the head obviously," Donna adds. "But still people, or close enough. It gets complicated out there. There's too much time to change."
Annie is clearly thinking about that, about time, and Donna wishes she had something easier, something nicer, to say. But she's always been honest. And really the world is pretty nice, considering what's out there, and that's counting the possibility of being eaten by vampires.
"What about, what about dead people? And I realise that's a bit of unspecific, I was just wondering...."
Donna nods.
"Seen a few of them...even vampires, or what I'm assuming are going to be vampires, they aren't quite the same in ten thousand years- I don't think space agrees with them."
Annie's clearly not sure whether to be curious, or amused, while Donna drinks her tea.
"Found a few things worse than death out there. Some of them don't look so bad from the right angle, but then you turn 'em around, and they're all twisted up, not what they look like at all. Something horrible underneath."
"I've seen things like that," Annie says quietly.
"You don't forget it when you do," Donna says quietly, and for a long second there's just steam, and silence. "Most of the rest of the ghosts I've met- well I say met but that's not right either, most of them were just voices caught on tape, or like a video recorder stuck on pause. Not like real people at all. More like the bits they left behind." She looks at Annie, tips her an apologetic shoulder. "Certainly no one I could introduce you to."
Annie sighs through her nose.
"It's hard to date when you're a ghost."
"Shallow pool?"
Annie's startled into laughter.
"Something like that. What about you, and your...he's not human is he? He looks human, and not in an 'insect-wearing a human suit way,' but he isn't."
"Not human," Donna confirms. "And not mine, not like that at least, too needy by half, and distracted by half the universe, brain too big for his own body. Gets things done though, and usually the right things, with the right amount of shouting, and pushing."
"But you're not-"
Donna shakes her head.
"He's not like us. Too much universe, and not enough him. He still tries to patrol it all though, like the universe's most over-worked police force. He forgets people sometimes, gets all tangled up in the big picture, leaves people behind. He left me behind once...cheeky bastard."
Annie turns her head, hair bouncing, and this close Donna should be able to smell her, perfume, clothes, skin, shampoo, but she can't, she can't smell anything at all.
"What happened."
"He gave me a piece of his mind, and then I gave him a piece of my mind right back. Bloody good job I had more practice than him at it."
Annie takes a deep breath, one she probably doesn't need, and Donna wonders how long you can cling on to your old habits, before you just become a faint impression of what you used to be.
She hopes this girl, at least, gets to stay for while.
"Still, what doesn't kill us-"
"Leaves us alive to get revenge," Donna adds smartly, and steals another bourbon.
"That doesn't always matter," Annie says, and the smile she's wearing now is shy, but wide. "Not always."
Fandom: Being Human/Doctor Who
Characters: Donna Noble, Annie
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For 1x05 of Being Human
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: The tea steams in Donna's hand, when she curls her fingers round it, and she can't help but make an appreciative noise. Annie may be dead, but she knows the importance of a good cup of tea.
Written for ravurian who wanted Donna and Annie, I hope I managed to get down what you asked for.
Annie brings tea out onto the doorstep, which is the best place to be able to spot a 'child-stealing insect alien from the 35th century.' Because really, a six foot tall insect in a human suit, will always be a six foot tall alien in a human suit, no matter whether it thinks otherwise or not.
The tea steams in Donna's hand, when she curls her fingers round it, and she can't help but make an appreciative noise. Annie may be dead, but she knows the importance of a good cup of tea.
Also, she's brought out a little plate of bourbons. Donna can forgive a lot if there are bourbons on offer. That's half the Doctor's trouble right there, never has a decent selection of biscuits.
Annie watches her dip them in her tea with a wistful sort of look, and Donna is certain she'd hate that. Not being able to eat, or drink.
"So, the secret vampire underground looks a bit outclassed, next to rampaging insect aliens from the 35th century doesn't it?"
Annie pushes her boots back and forth on the step. Tongue edged between her teeth.
"Yeah, yeah it does a bit."
"Probably why they're all so secretive, frightened of being upstaged."
Annie laughs through her hair.
Donna drinks her tea and it's good, it's really good. It'd be a shame if the aliens chose that moment to come around, attempting to steal children.
"So...can I ask, how you died? Or is that rude?"
"Oh," Annie shifts on the step, clearly uncomfortable, and Donna's about to wave it off, tell her not to worry about it, but Annie swallows and nods sharply.
"My fiancé, he killed me, pushed me down the stairs, and I fell-" Annie gestures with a hand, in a way that looks sad and helpless, then nods awkwardly without finishing, as if whatever happened after that was too complicated, or personal, to define.
Donna's biscuit wavers above the mug.
"Crap, I'm sorry, I thought maybe it was a car crash, or something, I didn't know you were murdered."
Annie shrugs.
"I've had a bit of time to get used to the idea."
"Did he- I mean if he killed you, is he in prison?"
Annie shakes her head.
"No, they said...they said it was an accident, and I wanted him to- I wanted a confession. So I had a go at haunting him."
Donna nods sharply in agreement.
"I'm damn sure if any of my boyfriends killed me, I'd want to stick around haunting him until he was too afraid to go to the toilet, without three friends, and a flashlight."
"It was a bit of a mess at first, I wasn't really very good at it. Not really angry enough maybe. But we sorted it out in the end," Annie scratches at her shoulder, and Donna has to wonder if dead people can even itch, or at least think they did? "I forget how scary Mitchell and George are when they're not..." Annie flounders awkwardly for a word. "Being people."
Donna nods, because really, that's a more than appropriate sort of justice.
"Oh I don't know, people can be pretty scary too."
"Yeah, but we're used to people scary. People scary doesn't normally come and eat your face in the middle of the night."
Donna thinks about that for a moment.
"Oh, I don't know, I've known a few-"
Annie raises a startled eyebrow at her.
"Not people right in the head obviously," Donna adds. "But still people, or close enough. It gets complicated out there. There's too much time to change."
Annie is clearly thinking about that, about time, and Donna wishes she had something easier, something nicer, to say. But she's always been honest. And really the world is pretty nice, considering what's out there, and that's counting the possibility of being eaten by vampires.
"What about, what about dead people? And I realise that's a bit of unspecific, I was just wondering...."
Donna nods.
"Seen a few of them...even vampires, or what I'm assuming are going to be vampires, they aren't quite the same in ten thousand years- I don't think space agrees with them."
Annie's clearly not sure whether to be curious, or amused, while Donna drinks her tea.
"Found a few things worse than death out there. Some of them don't look so bad from the right angle, but then you turn 'em around, and they're all twisted up, not what they look like at all. Something horrible underneath."
"I've seen things like that," Annie says quietly.
"You don't forget it when you do," Donna says quietly, and for a long second there's just steam, and silence. "Most of the rest of the ghosts I've met- well I say met but that's not right either, most of them were just voices caught on tape, or like a video recorder stuck on pause. Not like real people at all. More like the bits they left behind." She looks at Annie, tips her an apologetic shoulder. "Certainly no one I could introduce you to."
Annie sighs through her nose.
"It's hard to date when you're a ghost."
"Shallow pool?"
Annie's startled into laughter.
"Something like that. What about you, and your...he's not human is he? He looks human, and not in an 'insect-wearing a human suit way,' but he isn't."
"Not human," Donna confirms. "And not mine, not like that at least, too needy by half, and distracted by half the universe, brain too big for his own body. Gets things done though, and usually the right things, with the right amount of shouting, and pushing."
"But you're not-"
Donna shakes her head.
"He's not like us. Too much universe, and not enough him. He still tries to patrol it all though, like the universe's most over-worked police force. He forgets people sometimes, gets all tangled up in the big picture, leaves people behind. He left me behind once...cheeky bastard."
Annie turns her head, hair bouncing, and this close Donna should be able to smell her, perfume, clothes, skin, shampoo, but she can't, she can't smell anything at all.
"What happened."
"He gave me a piece of his mind, and then I gave him a piece of my mind right back. Bloody good job I had more practice than him at it."
Annie takes a deep breath, one she probably doesn't need, and Donna wonders how long you can cling on to your old habits, before you just become a faint impression of what you used to be.
She hopes this girl, at least, gets to stay for while.
"Still, what doesn't kill us-"
"Leaves us alive to get revenge," Donna adds smartly, and steals another bourbon.
"That doesn't always matter," Annie says, and the smile she's wearing now is shy, but wide. "Not always."