Punch Drunk Love: Chapter 2
Title: Punch Drunk Love: Chapter 2/3
Rating: G-PG
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Donna
Spoilers: Post JE so…Series 4 I guess.
Word Count: 917
Summary: The Doctor messes up big time with Donna…now he has to win her back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Donna and her Doctor, they’re the beebs. *sigh*
A/N: This is my first evah Doctor/Donna fic so feedback is very much appreciated. Thanks to Nic ( cytherea999) for being my beta <3
Part 1
The journey was a silent one for the most part and the TARDIS, for once not shaking and swaying wildly, gently slowed to a gradual stop at her destination: Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System (as Donna had bluntly put it that Christmas Eve Day when they first met). Donna stood waiting patiently leaning against one of the walls, bags in hand and wearing a neutral expression on her face. The Doctor, however, looked as if someone had just punched him in the gut. Serves him right, not knowing when to keep that yap of his closed. She was beginning to think that she should have gone ahead and punched him but figured she’d save that bit for later.
“Is this permanent?” the Doctor asked meekly after a few more moments of silence, not meeting her eyes. For someone who usually boasted about being a genius, he was still oblivious to her cunning plan. Donna began to move towards the doors, stopping halfway with her back still facing him to reply nonchalantly, “I dunno, it depends… it’ll take a lot to change my mind now. Maybe…” She smirked as she walked away.
Stepping out of the TARDIS in front of her family’s house, she saw that it was late in the evening. She turned for one last look at the Doctor, gave a deliberately half-hearted wave, and made her way to the house leaving the Doctor looking dejected. “Goodbye” he whispered softly. It was all he could manage.
Donna’s family was surprised to see her suddenly home but she quickly explained the situation to her mum and granddad, letting them know that she didn’t intend on staying long, just until the Doctor showed enough remorse for his idiotic actions. Surprisingly, her mother of all people sided with her in her decision to punish the Doctor while Wilf felt quite sorry for the Time Lord. He’d have to talk to that alien the next time he saw him to offer advice on how to behave around Donna or else the Doctor would soon meet his demise.
Meanwhile, the Doctor still hadn’t moved from his spot. He was as rigid as a statue, staring at nothing in particular and was only snapped out of this trance-like state when the TARDIS hummed loudly, trying to get his attention. It was then he remembered that he shouldn’t leave his ship standing in the middle of the street as it was now and adjusted the settings to move it. Seconds later, he landed a few meters away in the Noble’s backyard, hoping no one would notice.
He just couldn’t bear the thought of returning to the vortex and leaving Donna on Earth so he decided he would stay close and keep watch on her. He had become so attached to her that her absence took a heavy toll on him. If he admitted it to himself, he was beginning to see her as more than just a mate and now looking at her in a more romantic way. It wasn’t intentional to have such feelings for her but he couldn’t help it. She was different from all his other companions, she was special. But by the way things were looking, it didn’t seem likely that his relationship with Donna would grow into something more. He’d blown his chances, messed things up and now she was gone. What made it worse was the knowledge that he had upset her and he wasn’t sure if she was ever coming back.
As he sat brooding over his misfortune, he made up his mind to do whatever it took to make it up to her, anything to get his favorite redhead with him again. How he was going to do this he hadn’t the faintest idea.
He knew that she must have been getting ready for bed then. She had to be exhausted from a day of rescuing civilizations and, on top of that, dealing with him and his stupidity. He thought perhaps that he should probably get some rest too after his recent ordeal of losing Donna, yet he knew very well that he wouldn’t sleep a wink that night. Not without her safely in the TARDIS with him.
He sighed heavily and got up, slowly making his way to the kitchen, always a good place to go when feeling down in the dumps. Not sure where his feet were leading him, they seemed to make their way to the liquor cabinet. As if of its own accord, one of his hands reached up for a bottle of vodka while his other reached for a large glass. He poured the drink until it filled the glass and took a swig. Normally he doesn’t drink like this but without Donna he was lonely and lost…a complete mess.
He continually took larger and larger gulps, hiccupping and giggling to himself for no reason whatsoever. Minutes passed quickly and yet the hopeless Doctor kept drinking. He started to babble nonsense to no one unless you counted the TARDIS. Soon he had to sit down on a nearby stool in case he fell over and hit his head or did something else worse.
The minutes became hours and by this time, just about 20 minutes past 3 AM to be exact, Donna was fast asleep in her bed. Suddenly the Doctor, rather quite tipsy, no, more like positively drunk, yelled out a slurred “You-we-ka”. One of his arms flailed in the air as a sudden thought struck him, which was something in itself since he seemed beyond coherent thought at the moment. A manic grin appeared on his face. He’d finally figured out just how he was going to get his Donna back.