justprompts; Something Forbidden
When her panties started to go missing, Donna had to wonder if the TARDIS wash was really as good as the Doctor said. She marched into the console room and waved her laundry basket in the Doctor’s face.
“Do you see the problem here?” she asked. The Doctor looked down into the basket, wires in his mouth and the sonic screwdriver in his hand.
“You forgot to sort the colored clothes out first?”
“No, there’s something missing!” Donna hissed. It was so obvious. Which meant of course it went completely over the spaceman’s head. “Something delicate? Something only I wear?”
She could almost see the pictures that were coming to his mind. “…Oh? Oh but what- Oh!” The final ‘oh’ was said in the way of someone realizing something and promptly wanting to forget it. And quite well he should. Donna didn’t want him getting ideas. He tugged at his ear and glanced at the console. “She’s never been very fond of those, actually. Always says they clog up her pipes.”
“They clog up? Are you saying my…are clogged up somewhere?”
“I’ll just have a quick look, shall I?” The Doctor was off in a second, spitting the wires out of his mouth and setting them on the pilot seat. Donna stood in the console room and sighed, waiting. She was lucky she still had a few pairs in her dresser. She was going to have to buy new ones. Not that it was such a bad deal. A nice afternoon shopping sounded lovely and by the time the Doctor returned - nothing to report, odd, but not too weird - Donna was ready to have him drop her off for a shopping trip.
Naturally, she couldn’t go shopping without her favourite partner in crime. He still didn’t have a name but that was all right. ‘Hey you’ would do in a pinch and he didn’t really seem to mind the occasional jab of ‘Handy,’ unless he was feeling a bit sulky. But when they were alone, she just called him the Doctor, because he was still her idiot friend, just a little different.
Maybe she didn’t realise how different, though, because there he was in his room, trying on her freshly washed knickers.
At least they didn’t fit. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he fit better into her delicates than she did.
“What’s all this then?!”
The Doctor - since they were alone and thank God for that one - spun around and covered himself. Fat lot of good it did. He was a pole in pink lace.
“Donna!” Well, at least he sounded embarrassed enough.
“Have you been stealing them from my wash?”
“I was going to wash them and put them back before you noticed.” The Doctor shifted awkwardly, looking between the bed and his closet.
“You’ve been stealing from my wash!” She was slightly stuck on that point.
“It felt a bit right.” He gave a helpless shrug. “The colour wasn’t my idea. I’d like something more neutral or darker.”
Donna opened and closed her mouth. It was all she could do to keep from asking the same question a third time. Instead, she walked in and shut the door. Right, quick thinking time.
That Hand Doctor was part her. So it did make sense that he might get urges for the finer things. Finer than boxers in Donna’s opinion, anyway. Or whatever the Doctor wore under those tight trousers. She didn’t want to think on that.
But well, he was part her and this was definitely part of that. She was just going to have to deal with it personally.
“Pink is definitely not your colour, spaceman.” Donna smiled. “Tell you what. Something in dark blue? No frills or lace. Just a nice band. Might want those boy-cut ones but they’re popular, you know.”
The Doctor stared. “What? Really? You’re not mad?”
“I’m going to bloody well punch you in the arm for taking from my wash,” Donna scolded, her look turning stern. “But if you want to give it a feel, we’re going to give you something that I wasn’t intending to wear.”
“Oh, Donna, you’re brilliant sometimes, you know that?” He came over to hug her. It was possibly the most awkward hug of her life. She really didn’t want to think she felt what she might have felt there.
“Oi, just sometimes?” She slapped his arm lightly. “Now get dressed and get out of those. We’re going shopping.”
Donna and the Doctor returned to the console room, where the original Doctor was waiting.
“So! Shopping, is it? Tell you what, there’s this complex on Asani that you’d love. Fashion capital of the Galacia system. The designer, Melatich, used a forest as a blueprint but he got a bit excited about clothes being on trees, so the hangers are-”
Donna could see an endless ramble coming. “Doctor!”
“Yes?” He stopped, hand hovering over the scanner.
“Something with unisex dressing, all right?” Donna jerked her thumb at the other Doctor. “I need to help him with something.”
The Doctor paused, looking between them. He quickly decided it wasn’t something to think on and nodded.
“Right then! I know just the place. You’re really going to like this one.”
The other Doctor leaned in to whisper to Donna. “He always says that, doesn’t he?”
“He thinks he’s impressive,” Donna answered. They grinned. As the Doctor set the coordinates, the Hand one leaned in again.
“Say, Donna?”
“Yeah?”
“Think we could look at shoes, too?”
“One step at a time, spaceman.”
Sooo unedited it isn't even funny.
“Do you see the problem here?” she asked. The Doctor looked down into the basket, wires in his mouth and the sonic screwdriver in his hand.
“You forgot to sort the colored clothes out first?”
“No, there’s something missing!” Donna hissed. It was so obvious. Which meant of course it went completely over the spaceman’s head. “Something delicate? Something only I wear?”
She could almost see the pictures that were coming to his mind. “…Oh? Oh but what- Oh!” The final ‘oh’ was said in the way of someone realizing something and promptly wanting to forget it. And quite well he should. Donna didn’t want him getting ideas. He tugged at his ear and glanced at the console. “She’s never been very fond of those, actually. Always says they clog up her pipes.”
“They clog up? Are you saying my…are clogged up somewhere?”
“I’ll just have a quick look, shall I?” The Doctor was off in a second, spitting the wires out of his mouth and setting them on the pilot seat. Donna stood in the console room and sighed, waiting. She was lucky she still had a few pairs in her dresser. She was going to have to buy new ones. Not that it was such a bad deal. A nice afternoon shopping sounded lovely and by the time the Doctor returned - nothing to report, odd, but not too weird - Donna was ready to have him drop her off for a shopping trip.
Naturally, she couldn’t go shopping without her favourite partner in crime. He still didn’t have a name but that was all right. ‘Hey you’ would do in a pinch and he didn’t really seem to mind the occasional jab of ‘Handy,’ unless he was feeling a bit sulky. But when they were alone, she just called him the Doctor, because he was still her idiot friend, just a little different.
Maybe she didn’t realise how different, though, because there he was in his room, trying on her freshly washed knickers.
At least they didn’t fit. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he fit better into her delicates than she did.
“What’s all this then?!”
The Doctor - since they were alone and thank God for that one - spun around and covered himself. Fat lot of good it did. He was a pole in pink lace.
“Donna!” Well, at least he sounded embarrassed enough.
“Have you been stealing them from my wash?”
“I was going to wash them and put them back before you noticed.” The Doctor shifted awkwardly, looking between the bed and his closet.
“You’ve been stealing from my wash!” She was slightly stuck on that point.
“It felt a bit right.” He gave a helpless shrug. “The colour wasn’t my idea. I’d like something more neutral or darker.”
Donna opened and closed her mouth. It was all she could do to keep from asking the same question a third time. Instead, she walked in and shut the door. Right, quick thinking time.
That Hand Doctor was part her. So it did make sense that he might get urges for the finer things. Finer than boxers in Donna’s opinion, anyway. Or whatever the Doctor wore under those tight trousers. She didn’t want to think on that.
But well, he was part her and this was definitely part of that. She was just going to have to deal with it personally.
“Pink is definitely not your colour, spaceman.” Donna smiled. “Tell you what. Something in dark blue? No frills or lace. Just a nice band. Might want those boy-cut ones but they’re popular, you know.”
The Doctor stared. “What? Really? You’re not mad?”
“I’m going to bloody well punch you in the arm for taking from my wash,” Donna scolded, her look turning stern. “But if you want to give it a feel, we’re going to give you something that I wasn’t intending to wear.”
“Oh, Donna, you’re brilliant sometimes, you know that?” He came over to hug her. It was possibly the most awkward hug of her life. She really didn’t want to think she felt what she might have felt there.
“Oi, just sometimes?” She slapped his arm lightly. “Now get dressed and get out of those. We’re going shopping.”
Donna and the Doctor returned to the console room, where the original Doctor was waiting.
“So! Shopping, is it? Tell you what, there’s this complex on Asani that you’d love. Fashion capital of the Galacia system. The designer, Melatich, used a forest as a blueprint but he got a bit excited about clothes being on trees, so the hangers are-”
Donna could see an endless ramble coming. “Doctor!”
“Yes?” He stopped, hand hovering over the scanner.
“Something with unisex dressing, all right?” Donna jerked her thumb at the other Doctor. “I need to help him with something.”
The Doctor paused, looking between them. He quickly decided it wasn’t something to think on and nodded.
“Right then! I know just the place. You’re really going to like this one.”
The other Doctor leaned in to whisper to Donna. “He always says that, doesn’t he?”
“He thinks he’s impressive,” Donna answered. They grinned. As the Doctor set the coordinates, the Hand one leaned in again.
“Say, Donna?”
“Yeah?”
“Think we could look at shoes, too?”
“One step at a time, spaceman.”
Sooo unedited it isn't even funny.