Lost on Mars ♦ for alwaystheguv

[noblexcompanion]

Blend in. That's what the Doctor had told her. The TARDIS was sick and damaged and he needed to repair her which meant leaving Donna where they had crash landed for awhile. It wouldn't've been so bad if they hadn't crash landed in some parallel universe in 1973. Donna hadn't been born until the mid-70s and her memories of that time were fuzzy at

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[alwaystheguv]

Fear not Donna, for your knight in shining armour is here... well, he has a rather lovely coat anyway. And he's not exactly knight-ish either. He pretty much came out of nowhere and BAM! Someone had a fist in the face. The mugger dropped to the floor and there stood Gene Hunt - with a sandwich half hanging out of his mouth and an annoyed expression on his face.

What? He was on break. Still, on break or not on break, he couldn't let some git swipe someone handbag.

Shoving the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, he chew thoroughly and crouched down, snagging the bag free from the bastards hand and offering to the women it had been taken from.

He did say something but it was somewhat muffled by the mouthful of bacon sandwich. Not far from behind Gene, standing by a Cortina, a shorter and perhaps more conventionally handsome man put his head in his hands. Oh Sam, he stopped the mugger, what more did he want?

[noblexcompanion]

Sob. Her hero! Still, Donna can't help but jump a little as the said fist connected with said git's face. Hey, at least her handbag was nice and safe, and with the addition of grease. Lovely.

She accepted the handbag, giving a smile. "Thanks." She could've handled it herself though. Really.

Donna glanced over at the Cortina. A shudder ran down her spine. That guy? Yeah, he seemed familiar. "Your mate doesn't like your methods, eh?"

[alwaystheguv]

"He doesn't like anything," except well ordered paper work and gay boy science. Give him some of that and he was practically wanking himself off at the sight. Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention back to the bird in front of him, giving her a somewhat bored look.

"Watch what you're doin' in future. Dozy cow, honestly. Women can't keep a hold of anything."

Shaking his head, he was already starting off down the street to get the Cortina. Man of perfect manners, he was.

[noblexcompanion]

"Oi! It's not like I waved my handbag around shouting 'look at me, I'm a weak damsel in distress'. Besides, I had it under control, I'd nearly caught up to the git when you come wading in here with your big 'look at me' heroics." Manners? Donna lacks them.

"Who the hell do you think you are, anyway, waltzing around like your some kind of superior king of the jungle?"

[alwaystheguv]

"I am king of the jungle!" Oh christ, it was too early and he was too hung over to have some mad cow ranting and raving at him. Worst of it is, if h'd of been a bit less sober, he might of found in amusing. Sam was definitely finding it amusing, he was leaning over the car and watching with an almost childish smile. Bastard.

"Look sod off home and go back some cakes or somethin', got work to do and all that."

[noblexcompanion]

Oh, that earned him a glare. Just what kind of woman did he think she was?! Oh, right... 1973. Great. She was stuck in a backward time with the flaming dinosaurs.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do? I've been away from my kitchen for far too long. However will I survive without my apron?" Can you hear the sarcasm oozing from her, Gene?

[alwaystheguv]

"I dunno... get a big strong bloke?" Gene mocked before crossing the road and leaving the women alone with her unconscious friend. "He'll need reportin', trying Manchester CID, I hear they're bloody good and their stunnin' DCI is always happy to help."

Smirking, he slipped into the car and revved it up. What? Nothing wrong with a little bit of self promotion.

[noblexcompanion]

Pft. She'd show him 'big, strong bloke'. As if she needed some guy to protect her. What was she? A princess? She glared at the car wishing that the Doctor had left her something useful like a sonic screwdriver so she would wipe that smug look off Gene's face by blowing up his engine or something.

"Thanks for nothing, mate." She growled under her breath. She looked down at the unconscious youth, giving him a kick for good measure. "Oi, get up." Another kick. Sigh. Why was life never easy.

She dragged the handbag snatching yobbo along the street, pausing once to ask for directions. She mostly ignored the funny looks. Hey, it wasn't her fault he was unconscious.

She finally got to the station and dumped the poor lad by the front desk. "Hi, yeah. I'd like to report this thieving git for thieving and gittery."

[alwaystheguv]

"Well gittery will get 'im a long stay," Gene taunted from the stop of the stairs, looking down on reception with a look of amusement. Oh yes, the knight in a rather lovely coat was indeed the DCI, he even pulled out his badge and held it over the ledge so Donna could get a good look.

"Put him in the cell three."

"The one with the sick?"

"Sure, clean it later," Gene remarked, waving his hand in dismissal as the kid was pulled off to be locked up. Gene looked down and smirked at the women. "You dragged 'im 'ere?... Coulda called a copper to 'elp."

[noblexcompanion]

Donna glared at Gene. She'd just dragged the bastard all the way here when Gene had a perfectly good car? She wondered just how illegal it'd be to punch said DCI and how the Doctor would react if he returned and she was in jail...

"Oh, well, wouldn't want to interrupt a busy copper's break. You know, being the good little lady that I am, and all..."

She rubbed at her temples. She was tired and stressed and had no idea where her flat was. Right now she hated the Doctor and his stupid broken TARDIS.

[alwaystheguv]

"Good, not many birds can say that for themselves," Always pestering, whining and bothering Gene. He was a busy man, he had things to do, people to harass... blaggers to shoot in the face. Well, not shoot... more likely punch.

Sam complained the paperwork was too fiddly for fatalities.

"Impressive though, really. Must have a fair bit o' strength in you. Should be thankful, good exercise, that is."

[noblexcompanion]

"Must be all the baking, you know, stirring the wooden spoon really builds up the arm muscles." Well... If she did smack him, it wouldn't really be her fault, right? Stress made people do funny things and the Doctor had left her. Alone. In 1973. And he could always sonic the lock if she got arrested... right?

"Course, it also gives me this little twitch in my hand. Right here, see?" She started to hold her hand out to show him the said twitch, before smacking him hard across the face.

"I've just dragged this git across god knows how many streets and YOU HAD A CAR! Right there! Big ol' shiny thing bet you even had handcuffs and everything, but oh no, make the ginger tart walk even though she has no idea where the heck she's going or where the hell the police station is or anything. Do you know how many looks I got for dragging the unconscious git? Do you? They all think I'm some kind of bonkers murderer and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!" And breathe~

[alwaystheguv]

This was far from the first time he'd been slapped been slapped by a women. Or yelled at by one. Bloody women, so temperamental. Stupid hormones and all that, rather annoying to be blunt. Rubbing the side of his face, he gave the barmy women a dumbstruck frown.

When she was done ranting like a loud lunatic... somewhat worse than Sam, Gene took a step back and pulled a face.

"Blimey-- You don't shut up, do you?" Donna was lucky he had a strict 'never hit a women unless she's a psycho' rule.

[noblexcompanion]

No. Not hormones, Gene. It's the fact that you're quite the git. Seriously. How many women do you see slapping Sam? Not many. Maybe you should wonder why that is.

"Oh, I'm not even started yet, mate. Bad enough that some git tried to swipe my bag. Last thing I needed was a copper doing a half-arsed job at getting it back and leaving me to deal with the bastard. Seriously. I mean come on, how hard would it've been for you to arrest him and bring him in the car? What was he going to do? Drool on it? Breath on it? And what about statements? Aren't you lot meant to ask me in great detail about what happened while giving me a consoling cuppa and then offer to drive me home?"

[alwaystheguv]

"I was off duty, it was 8:50. Its now... 9:23, I can arrest him. I'm not wastin' my morning booking in some petty git," Gene protested, no Donna could handle that. Gene was hung over and not in the mood for petty criminals. If anyone was going to handle that sort of thing, it was Sammy. And fortunately he managed to distract Sam by clipping a kid on a bike instead.

"You got him here, didn't you? Well done, I'll give you a 50p for the bus."

[noblexcompanion]

"Know what? Keep your 50p. Stick it where the sun don't shine." Stupid useless cop. Stupid useless Doctor. Stupid useless MEN. Rage and emotions were a very bad combination. Especially when you were Donna.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger. She pulled out a bit of paper with her TARDIS selected address on it and showed it to him. It just so happened to be across the corridor from Sam's flat. Oh, lucky Donna. "Look, just do something useful and tell me how to find this place?"