DW Fic - The Doctor Hums
Title: The Doctor Hums
Author: redknightalex
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Donna
Word Count: 1,208
Disclaimer: I own positively nothing. Seriously. I even live across the pond so I can't even say I contribute with my taxes.
Summary: Donna can't sleep soon after she arrives on the TARDIS and complains to the Doctor and he, of course, takes it all in stride.
Sequel: Can be found here
A/N: I'm American (sigh) so I've probably got the slang and other quint-essential British-isms either completely or mostly wrong. I beg for your forgiveness in advance. But I just had to write this fun bit of banter between the Doctor and Donna.
Oh, and this is for bas-math-girl for all the laughs she gave me while reading her fics at work.
Donna was furious. There he was, just sitting there at the pilot's seat (or what could be called a pilot's seat in this place), dirty feet, which were still encased in their shoes, placed irreverently up on the center console, without a clue in the universe.
“Oi!”
The Doctor looked up, a confused expression crossing his features, brows knitting into twirly twists. “'Oi' what?”
“Your machine! It hums!”
The Doctor's face twisted even more. “What?”
Donna lifted her hands towards the center of the TARDIS, towards the humming blue moving parts of the moving thing of...what the hell was that stuff anyway?
“Your machine, your TADIS, it hums! It's driving me absolutely bonkers and I can't sleep!”
The Doctor sighed and shifted slightly in his seat. “It's called a TARDIS, TARDIS, and of course it hums. What else would it do but hum?”
Donna walked closer to him, her steps deliberately heavy. The sounds of her naked feet sounding so loud and the Doctor winced.
“Well, I don't know,” Donna replied. She thought about it for a moment, looking at the Doctor in his simple, tattered coat and worn trainers. He looked comfortable. Comfortable enough to appear as if he was comfortable in a bed, complete with warm quilts, someplace like where she should be. Oh, she was so exhausted!
Donna let out an exasperated sigh. “Honk?”
The Doctor chuckled. “Honk?”
“Yeah, y'know, like a car,” Donna shrugged. “Or maybe some car alarms too.”
The Doctor gave her a knowing smile. “Missin' home?”
Donna nodded. “Just a bit.”
Donna slapped her hands down, feeling the cool of her jammies and the heat of her skin underneath. “A lot different out here, with you. Not that I mind it's just...” Donna sighed and collapsed next to the Doctor, her exhaustion overcoming her initial anger.
They sat in companionable silence for a while, the Doctor quietly tapping his feet together and Donna merely watching them dance.
“Don't you sleep?” Donna asked tiredly.
“Yeah, sometimes, when the mood strikes me,” the Doctor responded, placing his hands behind his head and tilting his gaze upwards, looking longingly at the nearly infinite ceiling. “It's rather inefficient for a Time Lord. So much to do so little time! Or, well, a lot of time actually.”
He closed his eyes, feet still tapping.
“What do you do then, with all this time, not sleeping? I mean, when you aren't exploring other worlds, abducting brides, and what-not.”
A smile, tiny smile creased his lips.
“I explore the TARDIS. I write. I think. I do a lot of thinking, lots of stuff going on in this head of mine,” he remarked, tapping his temple. “I have a lot to think about too, if I want to that is. All of time and space, in here, out there, all of it categorized and flagged into their relevant spots. I've found a snooker table in here too, a huge wardrobe, dinning room, kitchen- well, the kitchen and dinning room were flooded when the swimming pool overfilled that one time. Took me a month to clean up all that mess! Other times I go to the library. I once visited-”
Donna straightened up. “There's a library in here?”
The Doctor peaked one eye open at her. “Well, yeah, why wouldn't there be?”
“I didn't know that you needed a library in a time machine!”
“Well you don't need to shout,” the Doctor huffed, opening his eyes and looking slightly perturbed. “Anyway, it's my personal collection of books I've got. A lot of them signed editions.” He gave a shrug. “Must keep some sort of souvenirs from my travels. Things I can't loose.”
“So, if you've got lots o' books, what do you like to read?”
“Fiction,” the Doctor remarked, swinging his hands back into his lap. “Can't stand the non-fiction ones. They always mess it up.”
The Doctor made a funny, odd looking face, tongue sticking out and all.
“Mess it up?” Donna chuckled. “How can they mess it up?”
“They get the facts wrong, they mess with the truth.” He turned to her, his expression suddenly entirely serious. “The truth is out there, Donna, really.”
Donna gave him a playful swat on the arm. “Oh don't start that non-sense with me, spaceman.”
He gave her a grin, brilliant like a thousand suns, and she felt powerless but to grin just as strongly back at him.
“Anyway,” the Doctor began again, “it's so dull and boring, non-fiction. I'd rather read fiction, see what the human mind, in all of it's ingenuity, can come up with. And there's some really brilliant stuff out there, Donna! These authors, they come up with space ships that would never, ever get off of the ground, time travel that is completely mad, and, get this, zombies! Zombies, Donna!”
“Zombies?”
“Yeah! Well, they aren't really called zombies actually. That's a very derogatory term for them and every time I hear it I,” suddenly the Doctor gave a slight shiver, “anyhow, fiction, lots of fun. Oh! And the science fiction! Ha! I love it!”
Donna pursed her lips and nodded. That was the Doctor for her, loving science fiction even through all of the things he's known and done. She wondered, idly, if they would have called him a geek back home.
“What else is in the TARDIS?” Donna asked, slightly curious.
The Doctor thought for a moment, thinking, brows furrowed again. “I think I've got an office. Yeah, I do, complete with table and chair.”
Donna laughed at that. “An office?! What do you need an office for?”
“Oh, I dunno,” he said, tilting his head slightly to one side, “I've made maps and star charts before. Actually, not me really, but another me, previous mes. I think they liked to plan a bit more than I do. Oh, no, wait,” he held up a finger to pause the silence, “I think someone else made the office.” His hand suddenly fell back down after a moment. “Yup, most definitely someone else. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure I could find the office anymore.”
“Well, offices are-” Donna began before giving off a long, loud yawn.
At that, the Doctor jumped up from his seat, suddenly all excited.
“I know!” he exclaimed as he threw his hands up into the air in triumph.
Donna started. “Blimey! What?!”
“I'll hum you to sleep!”
Donna stared at him, incredulous, eyes wide open.
“You'll what?”
The Doctor smiled, slinked his hands into the pocket of his trousers, and rocked back and forth on his heels. “I'll hum you to sleep.”
As Donna's stare continued so did his smile. “What? You think I can't hum?”
Donna shook her head, eying the floor and the Doctor's shoes with interest. “It ain't that, it's just....”
The Doctor lowered his head to catch her eyes. “It's just what?”
His smile, his eyes, his infectious presence, lifted her spirits. “Humming? You've got to be kidding me!”
Without a second thought, the Doctor took her hand, grasped it tightly, and started to lead her deeper inside of the TARDIS. “Come on, to bed with you, Donna!”
Donna tripped after him. “And you'll hum me to sleep?”
“And I'll hum you to sleep!”
Continued in The Humming Doctor
Author: redknightalex
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Donna
Word Count: 1,208
Disclaimer: I own positively nothing. Seriously. I even live across the pond so I can't even say I contribute with my taxes.
Summary: Donna can't sleep soon after she arrives on the TARDIS and complains to the Doctor and he, of course, takes it all in stride.
Sequel: Can be found here
A/N: I'm American (sigh) so I've probably got the slang and other quint-essential British-isms either completely or mostly wrong. I beg for your forgiveness in advance. But I just had to write this fun bit of banter between the Doctor and Donna.
Oh, and this is for bas-math-girl for all the laughs she gave me while reading her fics at work.
Donna was furious. There he was, just sitting there at the pilot's seat (or what could be called a pilot's seat in this place), dirty feet, which were still encased in their shoes, placed irreverently up on the center console, without a clue in the universe.
“Oi!”
The Doctor looked up, a confused expression crossing his features, brows knitting into twirly twists. “'Oi' what?”
“Your machine! It hums!”
The Doctor's face twisted even more. “What?”
Donna lifted her hands towards the center of the TARDIS, towards the humming blue moving parts of the moving thing of...what the hell was that stuff anyway?
“Your machine, your TADIS, it hums! It's driving me absolutely bonkers and I can't sleep!”
The Doctor sighed and shifted slightly in his seat. “It's called a TARDIS, TARDIS, and of course it hums. What else would it do but hum?”
Donna walked closer to him, her steps deliberately heavy. The sounds of her naked feet sounding so loud and the Doctor winced.
“Well, I don't know,” Donna replied. She thought about it for a moment, looking at the Doctor in his simple, tattered coat and worn trainers. He looked comfortable. Comfortable enough to appear as if he was comfortable in a bed, complete with warm quilts, someplace like where she should be. Oh, she was so exhausted!
Donna let out an exasperated sigh. “Honk?”
The Doctor chuckled. “Honk?”
“Yeah, y'know, like a car,” Donna shrugged. “Or maybe some car alarms too.”
The Doctor gave her a knowing smile. “Missin' home?”
Donna nodded. “Just a bit.”
Donna slapped her hands down, feeling the cool of her jammies and the heat of her skin underneath. “A lot different out here, with you. Not that I mind it's just...” Donna sighed and collapsed next to the Doctor, her exhaustion overcoming her initial anger.
They sat in companionable silence for a while, the Doctor quietly tapping his feet together and Donna merely watching them dance.
“Don't you sleep?” Donna asked tiredly.
“Yeah, sometimes, when the mood strikes me,” the Doctor responded, placing his hands behind his head and tilting his gaze upwards, looking longingly at the nearly infinite ceiling. “It's rather inefficient for a Time Lord. So much to do so little time! Or, well, a lot of time actually.”
He closed his eyes, feet still tapping.
“What do you do then, with all this time, not sleeping? I mean, when you aren't exploring other worlds, abducting brides, and what-not.”
A smile, tiny smile creased his lips.
“I explore the TARDIS. I write. I think. I do a lot of thinking, lots of stuff going on in this head of mine,” he remarked, tapping his temple. “I have a lot to think about too, if I want to that is. All of time and space, in here, out there, all of it categorized and flagged into their relevant spots. I've found a snooker table in here too, a huge wardrobe, dinning room, kitchen- well, the kitchen and dinning room were flooded when the swimming pool overfilled that one time. Took me a month to clean up all that mess! Other times I go to the library. I once visited-”
Donna straightened up. “There's a library in here?”
The Doctor peaked one eye open at her. “Well, yeah, why wouldn't there be?”
“I didn't know that you needed a library in a time machine!”
“Well you don't need to shout,” the Doctor huffed, opening his eyes and looking slightly perturbed. “Anyway, it's my personal collection of books I've got. A lot of them signed editions.” He gave a shrug. “Must keep some sort of souvenirs from my travels. Things I can't loose.”
“So, if you've got lots o' books, what do you like to read?”
“Fiction,” the Doctor remarked, swinging his hands back into his lap. “Can't stand the non-fiction ones. They always mess it up.”
The Doctor made a funny, odd looking face, tongue sticking out and all.
“Mess it up?” Donna chuckled. “How can they mess it up?”
“They get the facts wrong, they mess with the truth.” He turned to her, his expression suddenly entirely serious. “The truth is out there, Donna, really.”
Donna gave him a playful swat on the arm. “Oh don't start that non-sense with me, spaceman.”
He gave her a grin, brilliant like a thousand suns, and she felt powerless but to grin just as strongly back at him.
“Anyway,” the Doctor began again, “it's so dull and boring, non-fiction. I'd rather read fiction, see what the human mind, in all of it's ingenuity, can come up with. And there's some really brilliant stuff out there, Donna! These authors, they come up with space ships that would never, ever get off of the ground, time travel that is completely mad, and, get this, zombies! Zombies, Donna!”
“Zombies?”
“Yeah! Well, they aren't really called zombies actually. That's a very derogatory term for them and every time I hear it I,” suddenly the Doctor gave a slight shiver, “anyhow, fiction, lots of fun. Oh! And the science fiction! Ha! I love it!”
Donna pursed her lips and nodded. That was the Doctor for her, loving science fiction even through all of the things he's known and done. She wondered, idly, if they would have called him a geek back home.
“What else is in the TARDIS?” Donna asked, slightly curious.
The Doctor thought for a moment, thinking, brows furrowed again. “I think I've got an office. Yeah, I do, complete with table and chair.”
Donna laughed at that. “An office?! What do you need an office for?”
“Oh, I dunno,” he said, tilting his head slightly to one side, “I've made maps and star charts before. Actually, not me really, but another me, previous mes. I think they liked to plan a bit more than I do. Oh, no, wait,” he held up a finger to pause the silence, “I think someone else made the office.” His hand suddenly fell back down after a moment. “Yup, most definitely someone else. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure I could find the office anymore.”
“Well, offices are-” Donna began before giving off a long, loud yawn.
At that, the Doctor jumped up from his seat, suddenly all excited.
“I know!” he exclaimed as he threw his hands up into the air in triumph.
Donna started. “Blimey! What?!”
“I'll hum you to sleep!”
Donna stared at him, incredulous, eyes wide open.
“You'll what?”
The Doctor smiled, slinked his hands into the pocket of his trousers, and rocked back and forth on his heels. “I'll hum you to sleep.”
As Donna's stare continued so did his smile. “What? You think I can't hum?”
Donna shook her head, eying the floor and the Doctor's shoes with interest. “It ain't that, it's just....”
The Doctor lowered his head to catch her eyes. “It's just what?”
His smile, his eyes, his infectious presence, lifted her spirits. “Humming? You've got to be kidding me!”
Without a second thought, the Doctor took her hand, grasped it tightly, and started to lead her deeper inside of the TARDIS. “Come on, to bed with you, Donna!”
Donna tripped after him. “And you'll hum me to sleep?”
“And I'll hum you to sleep!”
Continued in The Humming Doctor