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[forever_noble]

Characters: Donna (forever_noble) and Morgana (ofthesaltsea)
Location: The TARDIS! (Or rather, Donna's reality version of the TARDIS)
Time: During the fairytale plot!
Summary: The only fairytale ending Donna wants right now is the uninterrupted bliss of a bubblebath. Sadly, she isn't going to get it, but does get a visitor and a lost possession in return.
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[forever_noble]

The very last thing she ever expected to appear in the hallway of the TARDIS was a flipping horse! Granted, if she'd heard the thing coming round the corner, she might have been more prepared--she wouldn't have worn her fuzzy slippers that's for damn sure--but it just appeared out of nowhere! Nothing was ever supposed to do that. (She chose to ignore the fact that she appeared in there suddenly herself ages ago. At least she had an excuse!)

But it didn't take long for Donna to regain control of her mouth, though. "'Atone'?" she asked incredulously. She hadn't quite heard everything that came out of Morgana's mouth; she'd blame the shock. "I'll tell you what you can atone! And what the hell are you doing riding a horse around here for?"

[forever_noble]

The kneeling, admittedly, threw her off. "I--Look, it's all right, Prince...Morgan, right?" she asked, letting go of her temper. Her hands tightened the robe around her body more so out of habit than a sudden need to check her modesty. "You're from the Plane, yeah?"

[forever_noble]

Donna couldn't help giving Morgan a look before she sighed. So much for that, then. She knew they were still in flight and hadn't landed, so how could a random person turn up inside without being pumped full of huon particles or whatever?

"Never mind, it's not important. Let's just figure out what to do with you now that you're here..." She could feel her sauna-time slipping away from her and sighed mentally. At least she knew the way, and the hoof marks on the floor would be a good indicator for a later expedition. "Would you like some coffee or tea?"

[forever_noble]

"It's sort of like...well, you've had tea, right? It's a bit like tea with the caffeine and all, but it's a different taste. Smells wonderful, but is really bitter, so you might want a bit of sugar and cream in yours." Then Donna glanced down at her current attire. "Tell you what. You come with me, I'll set you up in the kitchen and get Mister Ed here some sugar cubes while I change into something different."

[forever_noble]

She returned a half-smile, still entirely perplexed by the whole situation, and hooked her arm around "Morgan's". "This way. It isn't too far." A wary glance was thrown the horse's way. "And," she added, "let's hope Mister Ed doesn't leave us any gifts on our way there."

All her luck, she'd be the one having to clean it up later. It certainly wasn't a task she relished; she'd rather be bounced around the console room like a pinball.