Tears like Rain 1/1 *Doctor Who*
TITLE: Tears Like Rain
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who (Ten and Donna)
RATING: PG
CONTENT: angst
CATEGORY: VIGNETTE, ANGST, HORROR
SPOILERS: Set during Season Four
SUMMARY: An unusual rain awakens the Doctor. Written for
comment_fic by trinityday Doctor Who, Doctor/Donna, Rain isn't supposed to work like that.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC and the characters featured in this story were created by Russell T. Davies. I make no money off this story and no harm came to the characters in the creation of this story. I only own the planet used in this story folks.
A/N: More on this misadventure maybe expanded upon in a future prequel.
The first thing he was aware of is a rain drop on his cheek.
It took a few seconds for the freshly awakened mind to register what it could possibly be. The logical conclusion was more than likely that he must have fell asleep on some planet somewhere and it started to rain. Only he did not remember falling asleep anywhere that had rain. He realized he could be a bit absent - minded and forgetful sometimes, but really how does he, a Time Lord, fall asleep somewhere and not know it was going to rain?
Those thoughts triggered other thoughts in the still sluggish mind of the Doctor.
Where exactly was he that he would end up unconscious? Why did his body feel like so much unmovable stone? Where was Donna?
As that last thought passed through him, he felt another raindrop, this time landing on one of his closed eyelids. Even closed the water stung badly, and to his dismay and ever increasing panic, he couldn't so much as flinch it away. Rain wasn't supposed to act like that.
Why couldn't he move?
As another drop of water slid down the side of his nose and into his mouth, he was grateful that to some extent, his oral fixation was functional. He realized after a few moments that it was not what passed for normal raindrops on most planets. It tasted like saltwater. Although there were a few planets that rained saltwater, he could not quite remember landing the TARDIS on any of them recently.
Gradually he became aware he could hear again, and began noticing the sound of sniffling.
Very familiar sniffling.
Finally prying heavy eyelids open, Donna Noble slowly swam into focus above his head. One arm was loosely around his shoulders, the hand of the other was to her mouth, her face turned slightly away from him. Her own eyes were closed; tear tracks visible on her pale face.
Seeing her grief - stricken face, he finally recalled what happened. Landing on the planet Meserion, and running afoul of the authorities. To spare Donna, he took the punishment solely as his own. He could still recall feeling the cold mud as it crept up his body, presumably to inter it in the soil of this planet for eternity when it dried. As it began to cover his face and threatened to cut off his airway, he triggered a healing trance, hoping to avoid regeneration, and presumably buy Donna some time to get him out of his final resting place. The last thing he remembered was Donna's horrified expression as the mud forced his eyes closed and he fully triggered the trance.
As his body regained sensation, he realized it worked, but at a cost.
"Donna?" he tried to say, with a throat that had been without water for nearly way too long. All he could do was simply mouth the word that her turned face could not see. Managing to swallow and lick his lips for another attempt he realized there was no trace of the mud on his lips. Donna must have cleaned him up.
"Donna?"
It was barely a whisper this time, but it was enough to get Donna's attention. Her head snapped around to look down at him, giving the Doctor a clear look at the grief in her dark blue eyes. He mentally cursed himself for not having told her about the trance or the possibility, for now avoided, of regeneration. He vowed then and there not to leave Donna in this type of situation again unprepared.
"Doctor?" she asked tentatively, her own voice matching his barely there one. The look on her face not quite believing that he was actually speaking to her.
"Hello," he said softly, trying to pull the corners of his mouth into a semblance of a smile.
Abruptly, he felt himself hauled into a sitting position, Donna's arms wrapped tightly around him. Glancing around he realized they were the medbay of the TARDIS. A quick glance at his arms he managed to encircle around Donna told him he was clad in familiar pinstriped pajamas. He did not pause to wonder how she managed to find them as he was too busy noticing her shoulders shaking.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he told her, doing the best he could in his still weakened condition to reassure her. "I should have told you earlier."
"Right now, I don't care how you managed to do it," Donna's voice, rough from crying spoke into his shoulder, "just don't ever do that to me again. Because if you ever do that to me again, I will make sure you stay dead!"
Though he knew he probably could not keep it, he uttered two words guaranteed to at least make things better for the moment.
"I promise."
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who (Ten and Donna)
RATING: PG
CONTENT: angst
CATEGORY: VIGNETTE, ANGST, HORROR
SPOILERS: Set during Season Four
SUMMARY: An unusual rain awakens the Doctor. Written for
comment_fic by trinityday Doctor Who, Doctor/Donna, Rain isn't supposed to work like that.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC and the characters featured in this story were created by Russell T. Davies. I make no money off this story and no harm came to the characters in the creation of this story. I only own the planet used in this story folks.
A/N: More on this misadventure maybe expanded upon in a future prequel.
The first thing he was aware of is a rain drop on his cheek.
It took a few seconds for the freshly awakened mind to register what it could possibly be. The logical conclusion was more than likely that he must have fell asleep on some planet somewhere and it started to rain. Only he did not remember falling asleep anywhere that had rain. He realized he could be a bit absent - minded and forgetful sometimes, but really how does he, a Time Lord, fall asleep somewhere and not know it was going to rain?
Those thoughts triggered other thoughts in the still sluggish mind of the Doctor.
Where exactly was he that he would end up unconscious? Why did his body feel like so much unmovable stone? Where was Donna?
As that last thought passed through him, he felt another raindrop, this time landing on one of his closed eyelids. Even closed the water stung badly, and to his dismay and ever increasing panic, he couldn't so much as flinch it away. Rain wasn't supposed to act like that.
Why couldn't he move?
As another drop of water slid down the side of his nose and into his mouth, he was grateful that to some extent, his oral fixation was functional. He realized after a few moments that it was not what passed for normal raindrops on most planets. It tasted like saltwater. Although there were a few planets that rained saltwater, he could not quite remember landing the TARDIS on any of them recently.
Gradually he became aware he could hear again, and began noticing the sound of sniffling.
Very familiar sniffling.
Finally prying heavy eyelids open, Donna Noble slowly swam into focus above his head. One arm was loosely around his shoulders, the hand of the other was to her mouth, her face turned slightly away from him. Her own eyes were closed; tear tracks visible on her pale face.
Seeing her grief - stricken face, he finally recalled what happened. Landing on the planet Meserion, and running afoul of the authorities. To spare Donna, he took the punishment solely as his own. He could still recall feeling the cold mud as it crept up his body, presumably to inter it in the soil of this planet for eternity when it dried. As it began to cover his face and threatened to cut off his airway, he triggered a healing trance, hoping to avoid regeneration, and presumably buy Donna some time to get him out of his final resting place. The last thing he remembered was Donna's horrified expression as the mud forced his eyes closed and he fully triggered the trance.
As his body regained sensation, he realized it worked, but at a cost.
"Donna?" he tried to say, with a throat that had been without water for nearly way too long. All he could do was simply mouth the word that her turned face could not see. Managing to swallow and lick his lips for another attempt he realized there was no trace of the mud on his lips. Donna must have cleaned him up.
"Donna?"
It was barely a whisper this time, but it was enough to get Donna's attention. Her head snapped around to look down at him, giving the Doctor a clear look at the grief in her dark blue eyes. He mentally cursed himself for not having told her about the trance or the possibility, for now avoided, of regeneration. He vowed then and there not to leave Donna in this type of situation again unprepared.
"Doctor?" she asked tentatively, her own voice matching his barely there one. The look on her face not quite believing that he was actually speaking to her.
"Hello," he said softly, trying to pull the corners of his mouth into a semblance of a smile.
Abruptly, he felt himself hauled into a sitting position, Donna's arms wrapped tightly around him. Glancing around he realized they were the medbay of the TARDIS. A quick glance at his arms he managed to encircle around Donna told him he was clad in familiar pinstriped pajamas. He did not pause to wonder how she managed to find them as he was too busy noticing her shoulders shaking.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he told her, doing the best he could in his still weakened condition to reassure her. "I should have told you earlier."
"Right now, I don't care how you managed to do it," Donna's voice, rough from crying spoke into his shoulder, "just don't ever do that to me again. Because if you ever do that to me again, I will make sure you stay dead!"
Though he knew he probably could not keep it, he uttered two words guaranteed to at least make things better for the moment.
"I promise."