Fic: "Wrapped Up" (1/1) (Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
Title: "Wrapped Up" (1/1)
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
'Verse: All Tied Up
Summary: Written for catvampcrazines's The New Year's Kisses of the Doctor and Donna at doctor_donna
Rating: PG-13 (for a bit of non-explicit accidental naughtiness ;) )
Length: 1,103
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Happy New Year, everybody! Here's hoping 2009 is a fantastic year for us all! ♥♥♥!!!
"This is ridiculous!" Donna hissed, hopping awkwardly towards the Doctor. The cement floor of the jail cell was uncomfortably cold against the bare soles of her feet. "Who actually ties people up from head to toe in rope?"
He grinned at her, looking none too nonplussed by the fact that he, too, had his arms bound to his sides with the rope winding from his shoulders all of the way down to bind his bare feet together at the ankles.
"Oh, it's sort of a throwback to ancient Earth serials, I'd say," he told her far too happily for her taste. "They may even throw us onto some authentic train tracks when they come back!"
She shook her head. Only he could sound so enthusiastic about being murdered like some helpless damsel in a black and white silent film! An uncomfortable thought came to mind. "That head security fellow did keep twirling his mustache, didn't he?"
"Isn't that brilliant?" he said, hopping over to the high, small window and straining to see out through the bars.
"Bugger brilliant," she hissed, struggling to free herself. "I'm not planning on dying like that, thank you very much!"
"We're not going to die," he scoffed. "All of the guards have gone to the End of the Year celebration. We'll have plenty of time to get free and 'get out of Dodge' before it comes to that!"
She was fairly sure he was mixing his black and white silent serial metaphor with a cowboy movie but now was not the time she cared to correct him. "So how are we going to do that, sunshine?"
"All we need is a quick blast from the sonic screwdriver to knock these ropes off, then open the cell bars and whoosh, away we fly!" he said as if it were completely obvious.
She gave him A Look. "They took your jacket when they took our shoes," she reminded him, mentally making note to avoid planets that had a jacket and shoes not allowed rule from now on.
"I slipped the sonic into my trouser pocket," he said smugly.
She gave him The Look, which was a kissing cousin to A Look. "Well, bully for that," she said sarcastically. "How exactly is that going to help us, all considering?"
"There's a gap on your right side," he said. "See if you can't get that hand free."
She wiggled about and found there was a slightly looser place where the rope was coiled around her waist. Her fingers abruptly poked through, soon followed by her entire hand.
"There you go!" he encouraged. "Now see if you can't reach through my ropes and into my pocket."
He hopped about and angled himself accordingly. She rolled her eyes but obligingly tried to part a couple of the coils. He contorted, seeking a position that would allow for more slack.
"I'm in!" she crowed, hitching her shoulders and trying to get even more of her hand free so to reach further down into his pocket. She quested about, grabbing hold of the first thing that her fingers brushed against.
"Not it!" he squeaked and she immediately let go, supremely mortified.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, blushing bright red.
"'S okay," he said, clearing his throat. "Try back a bit, hm?"
She found something that might've been a yo-yo. Oh, she then thought quickly. I hope that's a yo-yo! Well, he didn't yelp when I squeezed it and it feels like there's a string coming off it, so yes, I'm reasonably sure that's a yo-yo.
The rope burned her shoulder as she fought to go deeper through the double barriers of both of their bindings. "Just how deep are your pockets?" she complained. It felt like she should be halfway to his knee by now and there was no sign of a bottom yet.
He just grinned.
She touched something cylindrical. "I think this might be… Yes, this is it! I can't tell where the buttons are at, though, and I don't want to fire it by mistake."
"Don't worry," he said. "I always leave the safety on so-"
There was a muffled sonic whistle and suddenly the smell of something burning.
"Doctor!" she half-screamed, releasing the screwdriver in her panic and pulling her hand out of his pocket. "Oh my God! Are you all right?"
His eyes were very, very wide but he took a few deep breaths and wiggled a bit . "I'm fine," he said. "Fit as a fiddle, as a matter of fact. Though I believe you shot a hole through my trousers. However!" He wiggled again more deliberately. "Yes, you weakened the rope. Here, pull as hard as you can."
She hopped about so that she could get hold where he directed. Her fingers squirmed in between the rope coils, her knuckles pressing into him and rubbing as she tried to get a firm grip. He coughed.
"Oh, you're kidding me," she mumbled, the blush that had just been finally fading suddenly roaring back to life.
"Don't let go!" he said quickly before she could do just that. "Just…pull."
She strained backwards, feeling the rope begin to give. Outside, she heard what sounded like a large crowd starting a countdown. She and the Doctor jostled together face to face, swaying on their bound feet as they struggled to free him.
The rope suddenly dropped to the floor. The first thing she noticed was that he did, indeed, have a significant hole burned through the front of his brown, pinstriped trousers.
He grabbed his screwdriver from his pocket, adjusted the settings, and in a quick burst, the rope was coiling around her feet as well. Then he changed the settings again and aimed at the cell door, which was soon swinging open.
The countdown outside reached zero and the crowd cheered while fireworks went off, casting bright flashes through the small window.
"Happy New Year, Donna" he said and, when she looked up at him, he bent and kissed the tip of her nose. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers for a moment, then he leaned down again and very gently kissed her mouth.
After a moment's startled pause, she found herself returning the kiss with more and more enthusiasm. When they parted, they were both rather mussed and grinning goofily.
"Happy New Year, Doctor," she said as he took her hand and they ran from the cell. She bit down a laugh as she realized that, through the hole in his trousers, flashes of his boxer shorts could be seen.
They had tiny TARDISes silk-screened on them.
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
'Verse: All Tied Up
Summary: Written for catvampcrazines's The New Year's Kisses of the Doctor and Donna at doctor_donna
Rating: PG-13 (for a bit of non-explicit accidental naughtiness ;) )
Length: 1,103
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Happy New Year, everybody! Here's hoping 2009 is a fantastic year for us all! ♥♥♥!!!
"This is ridiculous!" Donna hissed, hopping awkwardly towards the Doctor. The cement floor of the jail cell was uncomfortably cold against the bare soles of her feet. "Who actually ties people up from head to toe in rope?"
He grinned at her, looking none too nonplussed by the fact that he, too, had his arms bound to his sides with the rope winding from his shoulders all of the way down to bind his bare feet together at the ankles.
"Oh, it's sort of a throwback to ancient Earth serials, I'd say," he told her far too happily for her taste. "They may even throw us onto some authentic train tracks when they come back!"
She shook her head. Only he could sound so enthusiastic about being murdered like some helpless damsel in a black and white silent film! An uncomfortable thought came to mind. "That head security fellow did keep twirling his mustache, didn't he?"
"Isn't that brilliant?" he said, hopping over to the high, small window and straining to see out through the bars.
"Bugger brilliant," she hissed, struggling to free herself. "I'm not planning on dying like that, thank you very much!"
"We're not going to die," he scoffed. "All of the guards have gone to the End of the Year celebration. We'll have plenty of time to get free and 'get out of Dodge' before it comes to that!"
She was fairly sure he was mixing his black and white silent serial metaphor with a cowboy movie but now was not the time she cared to correct him. "So how are we going to do that, sunshine?"
"All we need is a quick blast from the sonic screwdriver to knock these ropes off, then open the cell bars and whoosh, away we fly!" he said as if it were completely obvious.
She gave him A Look. "They took your jacket when they took our shoes," she reminded him, mentally making note to avoid planets that had a jacket and shoes not allowed rule from now on.
"I slipped the sonic into my trouser pocket," he said smugly.
She gave him The Look, which was a kissing cousin to A Look. "Well, bully for that," she said sarcastically. "How exactly is that going to help us, all considering?"
"There's a gap on your right side," he said. "See if you can't get that hand free."
She wiggled about and found there was a slightly looser place where the rope was coiled around her waist. Her fingers abruptly poked through, soon followed by her entire hand.
"There you go!" he encouraged. "Now see if you can't reach through my ropes and into my pocket."
He hopped about and angled himself accordingly. She rolled her eyes but obligingly tried to part a couple of the coils. He contorted, seeking a position that would allow for more slack.
"I'm in!" she crowed, hitching her shoulders and trying to get even more of her hand free so to reach further down into his pocket. She quested about, grabbing hold of the first thing that her fingers brushed against.
"Not it!" he squeaked and she immediately let go, supremely mortified.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, blushing bright red.
"'S okay," he said, clearing his throat. "Try back a bit, hm?"
She found something that might've been a yo-yo. Oh, she then thought quickly. I hope that's a yo-yo! Well, he didn't yelp when I squeezed it and it feels like there's a string coming off it, so yes, I'm reasonably sure that's a yo-yo.
The rope burned her shoulder as she fought to go deeper through the double barriers of both of their bindings. "Just how deep are your pockets?" she complained. It felt like she should be halfway to his knee by now and there was no sign of a bottom yet.
He just grinned.
She touched something cylindrical. "I think this might be… Yes, this is it! I can't tell where the buttons are at, though, and I don't want to fire it by mistake."
"Don't worry," he said. "I always leave the safety on so-"
There was a muffled sonic whistle and suddenly the smell of something burning.
"Doctor!" she half-screamed, releasing the screwdriver in her panic and pulling her hand out of his pocket. "Oh my God! Are you all right?"
His eyes were very, very wide but he took a few deep breaths and wiggled a bit . "I'm fine," he said. "Fit as a fiddle, as a matter of fact. Though I believe you shot a hole through my trousers. However!" He wiggled again more deliberately. "Yes, you weakened the rope. Here, pull as hard as you can."
She hopped about so that she could get hold where he directed. Her fingers squirmed in between the rope coils, her knuckles pressing into him and rubbing as she tried to get a firm grip. He coughed.
"Oh, you're kidding me," she mumbled, the blush that had just been finally fading suddenly roaring back to life.
"Don't let go!" he said quickly before she could do just that. "Just…pull."
She strained backwards, feeling the rope begin to give. Outside, she heard what sounded like a large crowd starting a countdown. She and the Doctor jostled together face to face, swaying on their bound feet as they struggled to free him.
The rope suddenly dropped to the floor. The first thing she noticed was that he did, indeed, have a significant hole burned through the front of his brown, pinstriped trousers.
He grabbed his screwdriver from his pocket, adjusted the settings, and in a quick burst, the rope was coiling around her feet as well. Then he changed the settings again and aimed at the cell door, which was soon swinging open.
The countdown outside reached zero and the crowd cheered while fireworks went off, casting bright flashes through the small window.
"Happy New Year, Donna" he said and, when she looked up at him, he bent and kissed the tip of her nose. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers for a moment, then he leaned down again and very gently kissed her mouth.
After a moment's startled pause, she found herself returning the kiss with more and more enthusiasm. When they parted, they were both rather mussed and grinning goofily.
"Happy New Year, Doctor," she said as he took her hand and they ran from the cell. She bit down a laugh as she realized that, through the hole in his trousers, flashes of his boxer shorts could be seen.
They had tiny TARDISes silk-screened on them.