Drabble: Destiny
Title: Destiny
Author: loves_glamour
Rating: G
Prompt Word: Touch
Summary: Donna has a dream; but what does it mean?
Disclaimer: Sometimes I pretend they’re mine...ah the power of imagination! And since Mummy Kayla is eating me about it, one line i stole from Pirates of the Caribbean. Hey, it works =P
Notes/Warning: Word count: 380! Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge # 17 atdoctor_donna. I don’t know what i was trying to accomplish with this.
A cloaked figure with its face hidden approached her. One of its hand reached towards her, pointing its long spindly fingers in her direction. It spoke to her in hollow tones.
“You have a touch of destiny about you, Donna Noble, a touch of -”
Donna woke with a jolt, sitting upright on the bed in the room the TARDIS has graciously provided for her ever since she started travelling with the Doctor. As her rapid breathing slowed she looked around the dark room. Everything was in its place. She heard the faint sounds of the Doctor in the console room, tinkering away with something or other to keep himself busy while she rested.
Shoving off the covers, she got up, wrapped herself in a purple bathrobe, and headed for the kitchen. A cup of tea would set her at ease after the dream she’d just had.
She bustled about making the tea and got out a box of chocolate-covered biscuits to go with it. If she was going to have a midnight snack, she might as well do it properly. Donna dipped a biscuit into the hot liquid and bit into it, her thoughts dwelling on the words of the mysterious person from her dream.
A touch of destiny. What was that supposed to mean? She shrugged and took a sip of her tea.
“Mind if I join you?” came a voice from the doorway. Donna gasped as she was broken out of her thoughts.
“Doctor! Don’t do that! Look what you made me do.” Donna had sloshed tea down the front of her robe, some of it spilling on the table where she sat. Grabbing a napkin, she began to dab at herself to clean up the mess.
“Oops. Sorry,” the Doctor replied, reaching for a biscuit.
“Big day today,” he said with a grin. “Shan Shen! I promise you, Donna, you’ll love it there. Lots of shopping, just what you like.”
“Let’s hope you’re right,” she said with a faint smile, cleaning up the last of the spilled tea. She shoved the dream to the back of her mind. Destiny...there was no such thing. At least, as far as Donna was concerned, she was just a temp. Nothing special and certainly not destined for anything at all.