Weekly Drabble Challenge Response: Fetish
Title: Fetish
Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for everyone
Word Count: 211
Spoilers: Set during 4.04 The Sontaran Stratagem
Summary: Donna comments on the Doctor's attire.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I promise I will return them (marginally) unharmed. ;3
Author's Note: Written for Weekly Drabble Challenge #22 at doctor_donna. Prompt was uniform.
"Oh, he's cute."
The Doctor glanced back as Donna's eye roamed over a fair-haired soldier, standing at ease amongst a handful of UNIT's finest. She was a few paces behind Martha and himself as they made their way through the ATMOS factory; even as he watched, she spied a second attractive youth and he saw her lips purse with interest.
"Donna, you're not developing a uniform fetish on me, are you?" he asked, his tone heavily teasing. He slowed slightly, turning back to watch her and hoping she was suitably perturbed.
The redhead continued past him, keeping up with Martha. "No, I'm not into you lot."
The Doctor's mouth turned down and he jogged the few steps to catch up with her. "What's that supposed to mean, my lot? I told you, it was a long time ago that I worked for them." He shook his head. "I'm not a soldier."
Donna smirked at him, reached out and plucked at his suit with two fingers. "I mean you lot that don't ever change your clothes but once in a blue moon."
The Doctor scowled at her as she stalked off ahead of him. After a moment he caught up and coughed under his breath. "I changed my shirt."
"Doesn't count, Spaceman."
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Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for everyone
Word Count: 211
Spoilers: Set during 4.04 The Sontaran Stratagem
Summary: Donna comments on the Doctor's attire.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I promise I will return them (marginally) unharmed. ;3
Author's Note: Written for Weekly Drabble Challenge #22 at doctor_donna. Prompt was uniform.
"Oh, he's cute."
The Doctor glanced back as Donna's eye roamed over a fair-haired soldier, standing at ease amongst a handful of UNIT's finest. She was a few paces behind Martha and himself as they made their way through the ATMOS factory; even as he watched, she spied a second attractive youth and he saw her lips purse with interest.
"Donna, you're not developing a uniform fetish on me, are you?" he asked, his tone heavily teasing. He slowed slightly, turning back to watch her and hoping she was suitably perturbed.
The redhead continued past him, keeping up with Martha. "No, I'm not into you lot."
The Doctor's mouth turned down and he jogged the few steps to catch up with her. "What's that supposed to mean, my lot? I told you, it was a long time ago that I worked for them." He shook his head. "I'm not a soldier."
Donna smirked at him, reached out and plucked at his suit with two fingers. "I mean you lot that don't ever change your clothes but once in a blue moon."
The Doctor scowled at her as she stalked off ahead of him. After a moment he caught up and coughed under his breath. "I changed my shirt."
"Doesn't count, Spaceman."
end