Fic: "Shampo" (1/1) (Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
Title: "Shampo" (1/1)
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: Response to the Weekly Drabble Challenge #34 at doctor_donna. The prompt word was "blue."
Rating: PG-13 (for a bit of light innuendo ;) )
Length: 947
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Just a bit of silliness to help get my fic muses going again. ;) Now with a sequel, "Orange You Sorry You Didn't Read The Label More Closely?" (rated PG). ;)
"DOCTOR!"
Donna's thunderous roar sent the Doctor bursting through her bedroom door and then into the steamy bathroom, expecting to find something attempting to drag her down the drain. Again.
Honestly, who could've predicted that drain monsters could hide themselves so efficiently in an ordinary bar of soap that they eluded even the TARDIS' sensors?
But instead he found her clad in a pink towel, drenched and looking as furious as a soggy kitten.
"What? What is it?" he asked, giving a hasty glance around the room and not finding any obvious cause of alarm.
"Do you not notice anything unusual here, Doctor?" she said, gesturing sharply at herself with one hand while clutching the towel hastily tucked across her breasts with the other.
"You're naked?" he said, though technically she wasn't since she was concealed by the towel. He assumed, though, that she was naked underneath it. Though why that would really be classified as "unusual" given that she had clearly just stepped out of the shower, he wasn't sure.
"Anything else catching your attention?" she asked curtly.
"Wet? You're naked and wet?" he guessed since they seemed to be playing State The Obvious.
"My. Hair. Is. Blue," she said, biting off each word individually and giving a flip to the ends of her presently dark cerulean locks.
"Of course! You changed your hair. Bold choice, that sort of color," he said, nodding in a supportive manner.
"I didn't change it," she snapped. "It turned this way after I used that new shampoo!"
She pointed at the tall, white bottle just visible on a shelf past the frosted glass doors. His eyebrows quirked upwards.
"You washed your hair with that?" he said incredulously. "Why?"
"Well, it's in the shower, it says 'shampoo' on it in big, block letters… Silly me, why would I think it might be for washing hair?" she returned in a mocking tone.
"It doesn't say 'shampoo,' Donna!" he exclaimed. "It says 'shampo.' Only one 'o,' didn't you notice?"
"I thought it was a typo." She gave a dismissive wave of one hand. "Thought you must've picked it up on a discount planet or something. So what's shampo, then?"
"It's lubricant," he said. "I must've left it there this morning."
Her mouth dropped in disbelief and her eyebrows, also tinted blue, shot towards the top of her head. "What were you doing in my shower with a bottle of lube? Or do I even want to know?"
"It's for the TARDIS," he spluttered. "Everything require a bit of maintenance from time to time. You wouldn't want me to neglect oiling your pipes, now would you?"
After the fact, the Doctor realized the gesture he'd made - the utterly innocent, work-related hand gesture - might not have been completely appropriate at the moment. He cringed, bracing for an epic slap.
But Donna merely shook her head. "Any other bloke..." she muttered, then made a shooing motion. "Fine, just get out while I find some real shampoo with two 'o's' and wash this gunk out of my hair."
"Uhhhh, about that…"
"What? It will wash out, won't it?" Her tone grew increasing more shrill.
"Shampo bonds at a molecular level. It's quite clever, really! You see, to combat friction, the atoms convert to-"
"I don't want a lesson in lube science right now, you prawn! I want to know that I'm not going to have oh-so-very blue hair for the rest of my life!"
"'Course not!" he assured her. "Don't be silly. Even shampo has a limited lifespan and-"
"How long?"
"-in no time you'll see that royal color fade to what will probably be a very lovely cobalt. Did you know that the concept of cobalt blue was actually introduced from a visiting ambassador from-?"
"Doctor! I said, how long?"
"Probablynotmorethanamonth," he exhaled in a jumbled rush.
"A month?" she bellowed and he could've sworn he heard the Cloister Bell chime just a bit.
"Honestly, it'll be gone before you know it," he said quickly, holding up both hands in a placating gesture. "There are hundreds of worlds where beings would kill to have hair that sort of beautiful blue! Though we'll, you know, try to avoid the ones where they literally do kill over hair that color."
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, then she turned towards the mirror and plucked thoughtfully at the dark, glistening strands trailing over her shoulders. "Don't suppose dye-?"
"Nope." At her crestfallen expression, he said, "Donna, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I promise that in the future I'll practice safe pipe-oiling techniques at all times. If there was anything I could-"
"I want another TARDIS driving lesson," she said immediately.
"But..."
"Another driving lesson, spaceman, or I'm telling everybody that you turned my hair blue on purpose. With lube. With freaky alien lube."
"It was an accident!"
She crossed her arms and stared down his reflection in the mirror.
He scrunched up his face a few times. She arched a blue brow. He sighed.
"All right, fine. One more lesson," he relented and she grinned.
"Let me just get dressed and we'll go for a nice spin through time and space," she said, briskly shooing at him again as she started to undo the towel.
He turned away, thinking, I wonder if I should warn her that shampo stains any hair it comes in passing contact with, even in the slightest amount?
But then Donna's indignant squawk and the crack of the towel against his posterior assured him it probably wasn't necessary.
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: Response to the Weekly Drabble Challenge #34 at doctor_donna. The prompt word was "blue."
Rating: PG-13 (for a bit of light innuendo ;) )
Length: 947
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Just a bit of silliness to help get my fic muses going again. ;) Now with a sequel, "Orange You Sorry You Didn't Read The Label More Closely?" (rated PG). ;)
"DOCTOR!"
Donna's thunderous roar sent the Doctor bursting through her bedroom door and then into the steamy bathroom, expecting to find something attempting to drag her down the drain. Again.
Honestly, who could've predicted that drain monsters could hide themselves so efficiently in an ordinary bar of soap that they eluded even the TARDIS' sensors?
But instead he found her clad in a pink towel, drenched and looking as furious as a soggy kitten.
"What? What is it?" he asked, giving a hasty glance around the room and not finding any obvious cause of alarm.
"Do you not notice anything unusual here, Doctor?" she said, gesturing sharply at herself with one hand while clutching the towel hastily tucked across her breasts with the other.
"You're naked?" he said, though technically she wasn't since she was concealed by the towel. He assumed, though, that she was naked underneath it. Though why that would really be classified as "unusual" given that she had clearly just stepped out of the shower, he wasn't sure.
"Anything else catching your attention?" she asked curtly.
"Wet? You're naked and wet?" he guessed since they seemed to be playing State The Obvious.
"My. Hair. Is. Blue," she said, biting off each word individually and giving a flip to the ends of her presently dark cerulean locks.
"Of course! You changed your hair. Bold choice, that sort of color," he said, nodding in a supportive manner.
"I didn't change it," she snapped. "It turned this way after I used that new shampoo!"
She pointed at the tall, white bottle just visible on a shelf past the frosted glass doors. His eyebrows quirked upwards.
"You washed your hair with that?" he said incredulously. "Why?"
"Well, it's in the shower, it says 'shampoo' on it in big, block letters… Silly me, why would I think it might be for washing hair?" she returned in a mocking tone.
"It doesn't say 'shampoo,' Donna!" he exclaimed. "It says 'shampo.' Only one 'o,' didn't you notice?"
"I thought it was a typo." She gave a dismissive wave of one hand. "Thought you must've picked it up on a discount planet or something. So what's shampo, then?"
"It's lubricant," he said. "I must've left it there this morning."
Her mouth dropped in disbelief and her eyebrows, also tinted blue, shot towards the top of her head. "What were you doing in my shower with a bottle of lube? Or do I even want to know?"
"It's for the TARDIS," he spluttered. "Everything require a bit of maintenance from time to time. You wouldn't want me to neglect oiling your pipes, now would you?"
After the fact, the Doctor realized the gesture he'd made - the utterly innocent, work-related hand gesture - might not have been completely appropriate at the moment. He cringed, bracing for an epic slap.
But Donna merely shook her head. "Any other bloke..." she muttered, then made a shooing motion. "Fine, just get out while I find some real shampoo with two 'o's' and wash this gunk out of my hair."
"Uhhhh, about that…"
"What? It will wash out, won't it?" Her tone grew increasing more shrill.
"Shampo bonds at a molecular level. It's quite clever, really! You see, to combat friction, the atoms convert to-"
"I don't want a lesson in lube science right now, you prawn! I want to know that I'm not going to have oh-so-very blue hair for the rest of my life!"
"'Course not!" he assured her. "Don't be silly. Even shampo has a limited lifespan and-"
"How long?"
"-in no time you'll see that royal color fade to what will probably be a very lovely cobalt. Did you know that the concept of cobalt blue was actually introduced from a visiting ambassador from-?"
"Doctor! I said, how long?"
"Probablynotmorethanamonth," he exhaled in a jumbled rush.
"A month?" she bellowed and he could've sworn he heard the Cloister Bell chime just a bit.
"Honestly, it'll be gone before you know it," he said quickly, holding up both hands in a placating gesture. "There are hundreds of worlds where beings would kill to have hair that sort of beautiful blue! Though we'll, you know, try to avoid the ones where they literally do kill over hair that color."
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, then she turned towards the mirror and plucked thoughtfully at the dark, glistening strands trailing over her shoulders. "Don't suppose dye-?"
"Nope." At her crestfallen expression, he said, "Donna, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I promise that in the future I'll practice safe pipe-oiling techniques at all times. If there was anything I could-"
"I want another TARDIS driving lesson," she said immediately.
"But..."
"Another driving lesson, spaceman, or I'm telling everybody that you turned my hair blue on purpose. With lube. With freaky alien lube."
"It was an accident!"
She crossed her arms and stared down his reflection in the mirror.
He scrunched up his face a few times. She arched a blue brow. He sighed.
"All right, fine. One more lesson," he relented and she grinned.
"Let me just get dressed and we'll go for a nice spin through time and space," she said, briskly shooing at him again as she started to undo the towel.
He turned away, thinking, I wonder if I should warn her that shampo stains any hair it comes in passing contact with, even in the slightest amount?
But then Donna's indignant squawk and the crack of the towel against his posterior assured him it probably wasn't necessary.