realmofthemuse 1.82.2 - Start a ficlet with the following sentence.
Trouble
“I knew I was in trouble when, well... she opened her mouth.” The Doctor, expecting the response he got (a slap) had his arms up in front of himself for protection before he even finished his sentence.
Donna thwapped his arm and then crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. “You're not telling it right.”
“Of course I am. They don't call me the Oncoming Storyteller for nothing.”
The children that were seated around them giggled. Donna huffed more, but her eyes were sparkling.
The Doctor grinned and continued. “See, we were on one of those planets that's a bit behind. Women aren't allowed to talk there. Shame I wasn't with one of my other companions. Any one of them could've kept their mouths shut.” Donna's eyebrows raised. “Well, except Rose. And Ace. And Tegan. And Sarah Jane. And Mel. And...”
He shrugged. Half of the children he was speaking to had at least one parent that had traveled with him at some point. Half had him as a parent, in some form.“Well, Susan might have.”
A small voice rose out of the back of the pack. “No I wouldn't have, grandfather.”
“Different Susan.” His brows knit. “Sort of. Look, do you lot want me to finish the story, or not? It's full of adventure and danger and -”
Donna had come up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. She'd sensed that he was losing some of the younger ones, with the shorter attention spans. The shortest attention spans of all went to the children of one of his skinny, future selves, who got distracted by the tiniest bit of shiny over in a corner. He secretly hoped they grew up to be more like their mother, and swore once again never to regenerate.
“Cookie time,” Donna announced, and was met with a room full of delighted squeals as the children hopped up and ran off to the TARDIS kitchen. When they were gone, she kissed the Doctor's forehead. “I think you were a better story teller in your last body, love. Or the little bloke.”
“Which little bloke?”
“The one that didn't yell all the time.”
The Doctor nodded. “With the funny jumper.”
“Yeah.” She lowered herself into his lap and put her arms around his neck. “You can tell me a story, love.”
“Donna. There are children present.”
Donna grinned. “Cookies are good. They get the kids on a sugar rush, then they crash and it's nap time for them. And story time for us.”
He laughed. “Fantastic. So there's an upside to pulling babysitting duty?”
“Seems like it.”
A loud crash came from outside the room. The Doctor and Donna looked at the door, then at each other, and then sighed. Reluctantly, Donna got off his lap. “We are so never having kids.”
“Can we never babysit again, either?”
Donna was about to respond when there was another crash followed by laughter. She shook her head, a small smirk curling her lips. “Deal.”
Word Count: 500
“I knew I was in trouble when, well... she opened her mouth.” The Doctor, expecting the response he got (a slap) had his arms up in front of himself for protection before he even finished his sentence.
Donna thwapped his arm and then crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. “You're not telling it right.”
“Of course I am. They don't call me the Oncoming Storyteller for nothing.”
The children that were seated around them giggled. Donna huffed more, but her eyes were sparkling.
The Doctor grinned and continued. “See, we were on one of those planets that's a bit behind. Women aren't allowed to talk there. Shame I wasn't with one of my other companions. Any one of them could've kept their mouths shut.” Donna's eyebrows raised. “Well, except Rose. And Ace. And Tegan. And Sarah Jane. And Mel. And...”
He shrugged. Half of the children he was speaking to had at least one parent that had traveled with him at some point. Half had him as a parent, in some form.“Well, Susan might have.”
A small voice rose out of the back of the pack. “No I wouldn't have, grandfather.”
“Different Susan.” His brows knit. “Sort of. Look, do you lot want me to finish the story, or not? It's full of adventure and danger and -”
Donna had come up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. She'd sensed that he was losing some of the younger ones, with the shorter attention spans. The shortest attention spans of all went to the children of one of his skinny, future selves, who got distracted by the tiniest bit of shiny over in a corner. He secretly hoped they grew up to be more like their mother, and swore once again never to regenerate.
“Cookie time,” Donna announced, and was met with a room full of delighted squeals as the children hopped up and ran off to the TARDIS kitchen. When they were gone, she kissed the Doctor's forehead. “I think you were a better story teller in your last body, love. Or the little bloke.”
“Which little bloke?”
“The one that didn't yell all the time.”
The Doctor nodded. “With the funny jumper.”
“Yeah.” She lowered herself into his lap and put her arms around his neck. “You can tell me a story, love.”
“Donna. There are children present.”
Donna grinned. “Cookies are good. They get the kids on a sugar rush, then they crash and it's nap time for them. And story time for us.”
He laughed. “Fantastic. So there's an upside to pulling babysitting duty?”
“Seems like it.”
A loud crash came from outside the room. The Doctor and Donna looked at the door, then at each other, and then sighed. Reluctantly, Donna got off his lap. “We are so never having kids.”
“Can we never babysit again, either?”
Donna was about to respond when there was another crash followed by laughter. She shook her head, a small smirk curling her lips. “Deal.”
Word Count: 500