The Accidental (Time Lord) Tourist(s) - rp for rude_not_ginger

[walkingthedust]

Donna Noble had been a Time Lord (Time Lady, she figured, was probably the proper term, or if it wasn't, it was certainly the one she preferred) for two weeks, five days, sixteen hours, and eighteen minutes, and she wanted to go on holiday. Not that it hadn't been an exciting time, because, well, it'd been positively thrilling. Definitely better

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[walkingthedust]

Donna was sipping a margarita on the beach - she wasn't sure what sort of fruit it had been made from, nor was she sure she wanted to ask - and reading a paperback she'd picked up from the TARDIS library. Somehow, she didn't think that the timeless love story about a pair of scyphozoans translated well into English; she probably should've gone with Twilight after all.

She felt the Doctor coming long before she saw him, with one of those weird new senses she had. She could've found him anywhere, and she wasn't terribly certain she liked that.

She also didn't like his dress sense. Donna barely looked at him over the top of her book before speaking.

"You look daft," she pointed out. "Especially with that hat." And the fact that he'd waded to the beach with his suit on, so now his trousers were damp, and, really did the man not grasp the concept of wearing different outfits? "Here." She offered him the sunblock; if there was one thing Donna knew about, it was not setting foot outside without SPF 500. "Put this on your nose, at least, and take that hat off."

Not that Donna was bossy or anything. It was just for his own good, that was all.

[rude_not_ginger]

He could feel Donna before he saw her on the beach. It was a strange, disconcerting feeling. When he was younger, sensing another Time Lord was a cue to run. Now, it felt like he'd been given something he was missing. Someone who was like him.

The Doctor caught the sunblock and dabbed a little onto his nose.

"This is just for your benefit. Time Lords don't sunburn, I'll have you know," he said. He handed it back and curled up the end of his hat. "And I like this hat. Haven't worn it since my sixth incarnation and I can't for the life of me figure out why. It's brilliant!"

He dropped next to her on the sand. "The TARDIS is flooded."

[walkingthedust]

Donna sniffed. "Yeah, well, it might keep you from getting a few more freckles, too." She didn't care if Time Lords didn't burn; she would probably end up being the exception to the rule if she left the sunblock off. She was certainly the exception to every other rule, or so it seemed.

"So what you're saying is that all your incarnations had absolutely no fashion sense, then?" Because that was a seriously goofy looking hat. She idly wondered if he'd end up with hat head, or if his hair would manage to defy that the same way it managed to defy most laws of physics. (With her extra Time Lord knowledge, she was pretty sure that his hair existed in dimensions not previously known to man.)

She managed to look a little sheepish - just a little, because sheepishness didn't suit her. "Sorry. I could've sworn I got the landing right, but, well. Maybe you'll develop a nice coral ecosystem in the console room. It could practically be a nature preserve!" Donna offered him a drink of her margarita.

[rude_not_ginger]

"I have always regenerated with a fantastic sartorial sense."

The Doctor took the margarita gratefully, taking a long, happy sip.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll drain herself out eventually. Maybe put some of the water to the pool. It has needed refilling ever since that last really bad fire in the engine room." A beat. "Which was not my fault."

[walkingthedust]

"Oh, of course," Donna scoffed, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. "Come on, Doctor, I've seen that wardrobe of yours." Actually, she'd briefly attempted to reorganise it in a fit of boredom and insomnia, then given up halfway through sorting out the shoes. (All right, so maybe she'd been distracted by the fantastic shoes. Maybe.)

"There's a pool?" One of these days, Donna was really going to get around to figuring out just what was inside the TARDIS. Still, she'd have to bask in artificial sunlight, and it just wouldn't be the same. "And most things are your fault - that includes holding wires together with chewing gum, Mister!"

[rude_not_ginger]

"Chewing gum happens to be an excellent conductor!" the Doctor cried. "It's perfectly balanced! Those wires will never need re-conducting again."

Well, not for another week or so, at least.

He took another sip of the margarita and leaned back, balancing the drink on his chest. "Still, this is a lovely area, Donna. Where'd you land us?"

[walkingthedust]

Donna sighed and gestured the waiter over, ordering herself another margarita. "You ought to let me help, at least. I'm sure I could do something about the mess in the engine room." She wasn't sure what, precisely, but she had a head full of knowledge and nothing to do with it.

"Oh, it's the fourth moon of Anaera VIII - their winter, of course, it's uninhabitable in the summer. Brilliant resort planet right now, though." If the TARDIS hadn't muffed the temporal coordinates, anyway, as the indigenous population was just a hair volatile; one really had to be careful when choosing a time to visit.

[rude_not_ginger]

"Ooooh, I haven't been to the moons of Anaera in centuries. Lovely part of the galaxy. Bit rough during the War, if I remember. But that's probably in this world's future."

He sniffed, then took another sip of the margarita. It was good. The whole place was nice, actually. A bit dull, but it was supposed to be a holiday.

And, because some things don't need preamble, he asked, "Can you feel me? In your mind?"

[walkingthedust]

"Mm." She tipped her head back, closing her eyes and basking in the sun. Donna quite liked holidays, actually. They were nice when you'd spent too much time gallivanting across the galaxy, saving worlds (and occasionally your daft best mate), and were suddenly confronted with the complexities of changing species.

"Yeah, I can. 's this little...niggling feeling, right back here." Which was a vague direction for anybody to follow, but it made sense to Donna. "Bit of a pull sometimes." She didn't mention that she probably could've found the Doctor anywhere. He didn't need to know that, really.