HERE BE FIC; not in the writing journal because it's very, very rough >|
Title: Trouble
What: Doctor Who fanfiction - short story? Let's roll with that.
Rating: G
Words: 455
Summary: Donna's seen what's out there, and now she wants it back.
Notes: Written for aimeesworld for the prompt Donna-centric in a drabble request meme. Set between The Runaway Bride and Partners in Crime; as such based heavily on dialogue from the latter. No dialogue; I've never written Whoniverse before (the Doctor making a side appearance in RP-verse fics doesn't count) nor Donna (hence the lack of dialogue); horribly un-beta'd.
Sample: Donna books in a ticket from Casablanca to Cairo as much to escape the endless barrage of questions with Cassandra truth answers as to see planet Earth and walk in the dust.
Christmas Eve is ridiculous.
Christmas, therefore, is a miserable affair that involves no presents (her parents and Gramps paid for various wedding paraphernalia as an early present) and avoiding trying to explain one’s fiancé being part of an alien plan, losing your job, and draining the Thames on the same day.
The second the church and reception hall are all cleaned up, Lance’s tickets to Morocco are cancelled, and the wedding dress is put up on eBay, Donna books in a ticket from Casablanca to Cairo as much to escape the endless barrage of questions with Cassandra truth answers as to see planet Earth and walk in the dust.
The sunshine is as lovely as she wanted. She walks in the sand and comes up for air from guide books and phrase books and gets glimpses out her bus window of a life she’ll never live. She doesn’t drink the water or eat the mayonnaise.
In two weeks she’s back in her flat in Chiswick staring down the job vacancies in the paper like he was never there and this was never the something she wanted to get out there and do.
Donna must have been mad to turn down the Doctor’s offer.
She swipes Gramps’ telescope while he’s still in bed with the flu but stargazing gets her nowhere: Wanting a blue police box to appear in the sky does not make it happen. But what could possibly bring him back?
Trouble. It followed him around like a lost puppy that he just wouldn’t let into the box. Look for trouble, and he’ll turn up. Donna Googles UFO sightings: The first link is to Wikipedia and six hours later Donna has twenty tabs open and is reading up on NCIS and why is the sun rising?
The sun continues to rise on temporary jobs to fund her search. Dad sees his last sunrise and Donna leaves Hounslow Library in shock.
She can’t keep a job longer than a week after that. She takes a more targeted approach in the hopes she’ll focus more on her search, but it starts to show she’s only in the market for mystery. She goes on the dole. She moves back in with Mum and Gramps for two weeks but the weeks stretch into months and the months become a routine of temping and checking RSS feeds on disappearing bees.
She’ll find him again. She’ll find him, and this time she won’t say no: She could live her life like that. Death has touched someone closer than alien babies; flood and fire and a murderous Doctor cannot scare her any more.
If she’s busy running through the universe she’ll outrun her loved ones dying on her, right?
What: Doctor Who fanfiction - short story? Let's roll with that.
Rating: G
Words: 455
Summary: Donna's seen what's out there, and now she wants it back.
Notes: Written for aimeesworld for the prompt Donna-centric in a drabble request meme. Set between The Runaway Bride and Partners in Crime; as such based heavily on dialogue from the latter. No dialogue; I've never written Whoniverse before (the Doctor making a side appearance in RP-verse fics doesn't count) nor Donna (hence the lack of dialogue); horribly un-beta'd.
Sample: Donna books in a ticket from Casablanca to Cairo as much to escape the endless barrage of questions with Cassandra truth answers as to see planet Earth and walk in the dust.
Christmas Eve is ridiculous.
Christmas, therefore, is a miserable affair that involves no presents (her parents and Gramps paid for various wedding paraphernalia as an early present) and avoiding trying to explain one’s fiancé being part of an alien plan, losing your job, and draining the Thames on the same day.
The second the church and reception hall are all cleaned up, Lance’s tickets to Morocco are cancelled, and the wedding dress is put up on eBay, Donna books in a ticket from Casablanca to Cairo as much to escape the endless barrage of questions with Cassandra truth answers as to see planet Earth and walk in the dust.
The sunshine is as lovely as she wanted. She walks in the sand and comes up for air from guide books and phrase books and gets glimpses out her bus window of a life she’ll never live. She doesn’t drink the water or eat the mayonnaise.
In two weeks she’s back in her flat in Chiswick staring down the job vacancies in the paper like he was never there and this was never the something she wanted to get out there and do.
Donna must have been mad to turn down the Doctor’s offer.
She swipes Gramps’ telescope while he’s still in bed with the flu but stargazing gets her nowhere: Wanting a blue police box to appear in the sky does not make it happen. But what could possibly bring him back?
Trouble. It followed him around like a lost puppy that he just wouldn’t let into the box. Look for trouble, and he’ll turn up. Donna Googles UFO sightings: The first link is to Wikipedia and six hours later Donna has twenty tabs open and is reading up on NCIS and why is the sun rising?
The sun continues to rise on temporary jobs to fund her search. Dad sees his last sunrise and Donna leaves Hounslow Library in shock.
She can’t keep a job longer than a week after that. She takes a more targeted approach in the hopes she’ll focus more on her search, but it starts to show she’s only in the market for mystery. She goes on the dole. She moves back in with Mum and Gramps for two weeks but the weeks stretch into months and the months become a routine of temping and checking RSS feeds on disappearing bees.
She’ll find him again. She’ll find him, and this time she won’t say no: She could live her life like that. Death has touched someone closer than alien babies; flood and fire and a murderous Doctor cannot scare her any more.
If she’s busy running through the universe she’ll outrun her loved ones dying on her, right?