BEYOND THE RIFT: On the Passage of Time
Title: On the Passage of Time
Characters/Pairing: Donna, the Doctor, mention of Charlie
Word Count: 363
Rating: G
Summary: Plane trips with the Doctor are not the most pleasant thing in the world.
Notes: I meant for this to be longer and actually include some of the vacation, but... hey, whatever. Charlie's postcards do a good enough job explaining that. Written for itsproductivity, and meritinabox prompt #33, "erroneous judgment".
Disclaimer: The Doctor and Donna belong to the BBC. Charlie belongs to trollopfop. The Rift is really just an excuse to torture everyone who comes in contact with it.
Donna should have known the Doctor wouldn't be able to stay still through a ten-hour flight. She'd seen the man sleeping - not that Time Lords slept much - and even then, he couldn't really be still. He twitched and shifted and tangled the sheets and it was just generally irritating.
The Doctor managed the first hour or so... mostly fine. He leaned against the window for a while, watching the ground and then the clouds, apparently deep in thought. Donna decided not to ask what about, given the broody look on his face, though if he kept it up for too long...
He gave up on that after the better part of an hour, shoved himself away from the window, and pulled his journal out of his pocket. After several minutes of listening to him muttering under his breath as he scribbled notes, Donna wondered what journal network he could possibly be connected to, and leaned over to see.
Several pages of privately-locked notes on Rift activity kept the two of them busy for a couple more hours, until the Doctor started grumbling about not having Dmitri's notes on hand, and closed the journal more abruptly than Donna thought was strictly necessary. Donna settled back in her chair and started flipping through one of the higher maths books she'd brought along to keep her occupied. The Doctor, for his part, started fidgeting restlessly.
Donna calmly closed her book, hit him on the shoulder with it (not quite lightly), and told him to stop.
At hour four, he shut off the in-flight movie with his sonic screwdriver, though Donna couldn't actually blame him for that one.
At hour five, he tried to climb over her to go talk to Charlie, across the aisle. Donna stopped him, pointed out that Charlie was sleeping and probably needed it, little as the Doctor let him sleep, and made the Doctor sit back down.
At hour six, he leaned over the back of his seat and decided to chat with the mostly tired and irritable couple in the seats behind them, and Donna wondered why she hadn't asked Martha for sedatives before leaving.
Characters/Pairing: Donna, the Doctor, mention of Charlie
Word Count: 363
Rating: G
Summary: Plane trips with the Doctor are not the most pleasant thing in the world.
Notes: I meant for this to be longer and actually include some of the vacation, but... hey, whatever. Charlie's postcards do a good enough job explaining that. Written for itsproductivity, and meritinabox prompt #33, "erroneous judgment".
Disclaimer: The Doctor and Donna belong to the BBC. Charlie belongs to trollopfop. The Rift is really just an excuse to torture everyone who comes in contact with it.
Donna should have known the Doctor wouldn't be able to stay still through a ten-hour flight. She'd seen the man sleeping - not that Time Lords slept much - and even then, he couldn't really be still. He twitched and shifted and tangled the sheets and it was just generally irritating.
The Doctor managed the first hour or so... mostly fine. He leaned against the window for a while, watching the ground and then the clouds, apparently deep in thought. Donna decided not to ask what about, given the broody look on his face, though if he kept it up for too long...
He gave up on that after the better part of an hour, shoved himself away from the window, and pulled his journal out of his pocket. After several minutes of listening to him muttering under his breath as he scribbled notes, Donna wondered what journal network he could possibly be connected to, and leaned over to see.
Several pages of privately-locked notes on Rift activity kept the two of them busy for a couple more hours, until the Doctor started grumbling about not having Dmitri's notes on hand, and closed the journal more abruptly than Donna thought was strictly necessary. Donna settled back in her chair and started flipping through one of the higher maths books she'd brought along to keep her occupied. The Doctor, for his part, started fidgeting restlessly.
Donna calmly closed her book, hit him on the shoulder with it (not quite lightly), and told him to stop.
At hour four, he shut off the in-flight movie with his sonic screwdriver, though Donna couldn't actually blame him for that one.
At hour five, he tried to climb over her to go talk to Charlie, across the aisle. Donna stopped him, pointed out that Charlie was sleeping and probably needed it, little as the Doctor let him sleep, and made the Doctor sit back down.
At hour six, he leaned over the back of his seat and decided to chat with the mostly tired and irritable couple in the seats behind them, and Donna wondered why she hadn't asked Martha for sedatives before leaving.