#002 Not A Chance In Hell (Doctor/Donna)
Title: Not A Chance In Hell
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #002 “Not a chance”
Word Count: 363
Rating: G
Summary: “Not a chance. Not a bloomin’ chance in hell!” Donna exclaims loudly.
Notes: Written for 20_fics. January 9. I'm dedicating this one to lilianvaldemyer as well. I hope you're feeling better/less drugged & hungry soon! *huggles*
“Not a chance. Not a bloomin’ chance in hell!” Donna exclaims loudly. Her voice is grating and is a few octaves higher than usual. Not surprising, really. She’d interpreted what he’d just said as wrong as she possibly could.
The Doctor grimaces. “Donna, no! That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?” She glowers at him. Her eyes are liquid fury.
“I told Mr Tantalus we were ‘mates’ as in mates. You know.” He gestures wildly with his hands. “Not the friends type of mate.”
She looks confounded but relieved. “Oh! Oh good.”
He gulps and nods.
“I thought,” she begins with a small smile, “that you were trying to break up with me.”
“No! No of course not! Why would you think that?”
“Mates,” she reminds him.
“Ah. Right! Well, no. That’s not... I wouldn’t. Donna...”
She raises an eyebrow at him and his hearts flip.
“It’s okay, spaceman. You’re off the hook.”
“Oh?” he says. “Really?”
“If,” Donna adds on, her eyes glinting mischievously, “you go and set Mr Tentacles straight.”
He grimaces. Mr Tantalus is one of the more talkative guests - in the sense that he has short term memory and tends to forget things minutes after they’ve been said, resulting in a lot of repetition. “It’s Mr Tantalus, not Tentacles,” he corrects weakly.
She shoots him a glare.
“Oh. Oh, right.” Without another word, he sets off in the direction of one very alien-looking Mr Tantalus. Anything to set things right. “Good evening, sir,” he begins when the alien looks up at him. “You know how I insinuated earlier that Donna and I are just mates...”
“Good evening, I don’t believe we’ve met.”
The Doctor introduces and reintroduces himself to Mr Tantalus several times before he’s at the stage where he has to hold back tears of frustration. If only he could remember a moment or two more, then he’d be able to inform him of his and Donna’s relationship! He continues trying.
Off to the side, Donna grips her stomach and attempts not to double over in laughter. “Such an easy mark,” she manages and when he looks over at her, she knows he’s heard.
“Donna!”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #002 “Not a chance”
Word Count: 363
Rating: G
Summary: “Not a chance. Not a bloomin’ chance in hell!” Donna exclaims loudly.
Notes: Written for 20_fics. January 9. I'm dedicating this one to lilianvaldemyer as well. I hope you're feeling better/less drugged & hungry soon! *huggles*
“Not a chance. Not a bloomin’ chance in hell!” Donna exclaims loudly. Her voice is grating and is a few octaves higher than usual. Not surprising, really. She’d interpreted what he’d just said as wrong as she possibly could.
The Doctor grimaces. “Donna, no! That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?” She glowers at him. Her eyes are liquid fury.
“I told Mr Tantalus we were ‘mates’ as in mates. You know.” He gestures wildly with his hands. “Not the friends type of mate.”
She looks confounded but relieved. “Oh! Oh good.”
He gulps and nods.
“I thought,” she begins with a small smile, “that you were trying to break up with me.”
“No! No of course not! Why would you think that?”
“Mates,” she reminds him.
“Ah. Right! Well, no. That’s not... I wouldn’t. Donna...”
She raises an eyebrow at him and his hearts flip.
“It’s okay, spaceman. You’re off the hook.”
“Oh?” he says. “Really?”
“If,” Donna adds on, her eyes glinting mischievously, “you go and set Mr Tentacles straight.”
He grimaces. Mr Tantalus is one of the more talkative guests - in the sense that he has short term memory and tends to forget things minutes after they’ve been said, resulting in a lot of repetition. “It’s Mr Tantalus, not Tentacles,” he corrects weakly.
She shoots him a glare.
“Oh. Oh, right.” Without another word, he sets off in the direction of one very alien-looking Mr Tantalus. Anything to set things right. “Good evening, sir,” he begins when the alien looks up at him. “You know how I insinuated earlier that Donna and I are just mates...”
“Good evening, I don’t believe we’ve met.”
The Doctor introduces and reintroduces himself to Mr Tantalus several times before he’s at the stage where he has to hold back tears of frustration. If only he could remember a moment or two more, then he’d be able to inform him of his and Donna’s relationship! He continues trying.
Off to the side, Donna grips her stomach and attempts not to double over in laughter. “Such an easy mark,” she manages and when he looks over at her, she knows he’s heard.
“Donna!”