#008 New Shoes (Doctor/Donna)
Title: New Shoes
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #008 Wisdom
Word Count: 258
Rating: G
Summary: “Oh no!” … “Oh yes!” … "Oh no, no, no, no, no!”
Notes: Written for 7rainbowprompts. November 24.
“Oh no!”
“Oh yes!”
"Oh no, no, no, no, no!”
“Yes!”
“But Doctor!” She fixes him with a contemplative glare that would make anyone else quiver in their boots.
He grins cheerily back at her - not quite unaffected but quick enough to hide his slight discomfort - and drags a hand through his ruffled hair. “What?” he says trivially. “Do you have a better idea?”
Her face falls. Further. “Well, no. But - “
“We have to go through it then. It’s blocked back the way we came.” He paused and his voice softened. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course! Of course I do! I trust you with my life.”
He gives her a pointed look.
She holds his gaze for about ten seconds before she caves. “Oh, fine! But you’re buying me new shoes after this! These ones will certainly be ruined.” She scrunches up her face when she notices him sizing her up. “What?”
“Better idea,” he informs her.
There’s a high pitched squeal as he picks her up in his arms and begins to carry her though the stretch of mud separating them from the TARDIS.
“You’re carrying me?” she exclaims right into his ear, making him wince. “You’d better not drop me!”
A small smile flashes over his face, momentarily replacing the concentration required to keep going. “I won’t,” he replies through gritted teeth. “Promise.”
“Well. At least my shoes’ll be all right then.” She gives a small squeak of approval and nestles deeper into his arms. He breathes in her warmth.
“Off we go then.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #008 Wisdom
Word Count: 258
Rating: G
Summary: “Oh no!” … “Oh yes!” … "Oh no, no, no, no, no!”
Notes: Written for 7rainbowprompts. November 24.
“Oh no!”
“Oh yes!”
"Oh no, no, no, no, no!”
“Yes!”
“But Doctor!” She fixes him with a contemplative glare that would make anyone else quiver in their boots.
He grins cheerily back at her - not quite unaffected but quick enough to hide his slight discomfort - and drags a hand through his ruffled hair. “What?” he says trivially. “Do you have a better idea?”
Her face falls. Further. “Well, no. But - “
“We have to go through it then. It’s blocked back the way we came.” He paused and his voice softened. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course! Of course I do! I trust you with my life.”
He gives her a pointed look.
She holds his gaze for about ten seconds before she caves. “Oh, fine! But you’re buying me new shoes after this! These ones will certainly be ruined.” She scrunches up her face when she notices him sizing her up. “What?”
“Better idea,” he informs her.
There’s a high pitched squeal as he picks her up in his arms and begins to carry her though the stretch of mud separating them from the TARDIS.
“You’re carrying me?” she exclaims right into his ear, making him wince. “You’d better not drop me!”
A small smile flashes over his face, momentarily replacing the concentration required to keep going. “I won’t,” he replies through gritted teeth. “Promise.”
“Well. At least my shoes’ll be all right then.” She gives a small squeak of approval and nestles deeper into his arms. He breathes in her warmth.
“Off we go then.”