Of all things | part 7
Title: Of All Things
Author: Rei
Rating: In-between-teen-and-mature-ish nevermind, it's just teen-ish now.
Warning: (implied) rape warning, and oh yes, pregnancy and babiez.
Genre: hurt/comfort, angsty-ish, fluffy friendship/romance
Word count: 2186
Summary: He turns his back on her for the slightest moment, and this happens. Ten/Donna
Disclaimer: "does it need saying?" Don't own anything or anyone--except for Mr. Andrew Farrol. but I hate him. so there's no point in owning him. The poor unfortunate destinedtobemad soul.
A/N: This is the second to last part!
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Donna returns to wandering around like a ghost, lost in thought and dazed. She has fits of despair and when she’s not having those, she’s completely absent-minded. She puts on a dispirited smile in attempt to seem okay, but both she and the Doctor know she isn’t. She barely talks unless the Doctor asks her questions to which she merely answers, “yes” “no” or “eh.”
She says she’s forgiven the Doctor, but he doesn’t think she has. He thinks that she probably wants to, but that right now she can’t really bring herself to. Not now, when she’s far too overwhelmed by everything. He worries that she wants to be taken home.
Donna is sitting in the console room, absently staring at the console and rubbing her tummy. The Doctor pretends that he’s not watching her as he fiddles with the console as if he’s actually doing something with it. He purses his lips casually and every few minutes or even seconds he stares off at her and the looks back at the nothingness on the screen in front of him. Donna internally laughs to herself because of how he thinks that she hasn’t noticed.
She thinks about everything that has happened so far and it’s obvious how it’s not only affected her. He’s a poor victim, too. She begins to realize her behavior and how it must sting him when he sees her morosely about. He probably blames himself. And now she’s guilty, because she hasn’t done much to convince him otherwise. It’s not his fault bad things have to happen-he’s not a god, no matter how much he seems to play one.
The Doctor notices her staring at him so he drops his act and slouches while looking down, this time trying to not mind her. She struggles up and walks over to him, and he looks to face her when she lays a hand on his shoulder.
She searches his eyes wordlessly and puts her arms around him and hugs him the way she always did around his shoulders. She curses to herself when her belly makes their position awkwardly different and she can hear the Doctor silently snicker and she smiles.
“I usually know what to say, but a this should do the trick for now,” she says in a light voice.
“Yeah,” the Doctor chuckles as he stretches one arm around her waist and lays his other hand atop her stomach, feeling the warmth of the child inside her. “It should so.”
Later the Doctor finds Donna sitting on her lonesome at the kitchen table, her back facing him. He decides to sit with her, and when he takes a seat across from her, he finds her with a spoon in her mouth and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. There are small bits of chocolate syrup along her mouth and they stare at each other for a while before they burst into silent laughter.
“Never thought you were a messy eater,” the Doctor comments still laughing a bit as he grabs a tissue and wipes her mouth.
“Shut up,” she mumbles and presses her lips together in an embarrassed smile.
He gives her his cheeky grin as he steals a quick kiss from her. He licks his lips and then with a puzzled expression looks at the carton of ice cream.
“Hey!” He holds it up. “Banana split flavor! I had this hidden!”
Donna takes it back from his hands and sticks her spoon in it. “I go out of my way to eat sometimes.” She takes a big spoonful and stuffs it in her mouth.
The Doctor pouts and Donna laughs and gives him a big scoop to which he takes whole and hurts himself swallowing.
“Careful, martian!” Donna scolds playfully.
He smiles at her despite his wincing at the swelling in his throat. His attention is diverted when he spots the tiny daisy from Andy placed in a small vase. He realizes she’s been looking at it for a while.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks after a few seconds of gathering himself into a more serious vibe.
Donna stares off as she licks her spoon clean. “I dunno,” she sighs. “I just can’t believe how things just… weave itself into sense. I thought when, I was taken,” she hesitates to say it out loud. “I thought that it was by pure chance. But it wasn’t. He’d remember me and you and the TARDIS and the sound it made as we left him there. He’d remember and forever be angry with us. You’re right Doctor, there are no coincidences.”
The Doctor looks at her with sorrowful eyes as she stifles coming droplets in her eyes and suddenly she can’t even look at the pint of ice cream or she’ll be sick. She closes it up and the Doctor offers to put it back in the freezer.
He sits back down and takes both Donna’s hands and plays with her fingers, the small vase in the space between them. “I’m sorry.”
Donna is about to tell him to shut it with the apologies, but she doesn’t. “I’m sorry, too,” she says back with a rueful smile. From that he makes it clear that he promises to never have her in that situation again, and she promises him that she’ll be okay if he ever breaks his.
“You know we never even bothered to find out whether this baby’s a boy or girl,” Donna says one night ten long weeks later. They lay in bed early, exhausted because the fact that Donna is pregnant does not excuse them from alien invasions and landing in places where they are mistaken as escapees and are chained up.
“Right. Do you want to find out now? I think the proper time has passed by,” he suggests and Donna looks at him curiously.
“Now?”
“Yeah!” He takes his sonic out of his pajama pocket (Donna rolls her eyes at the fact he never has it off him) and rolls off of bed to kneel next to Donna as he lifts up her loose white tee.
She shrinks away from him and looks at him with menacing eyes.
“What are you doing?”
The Doctor stares up at her. “Ultrasound.”
“You’re kidding.”
The Doctor snickers. “No, I’m not, now keep still.” Donna sighs and lifts up her shirt as he scans her round stomach.
“What else can your sonic do?”
“Melt chocolate.”
“Oh, remind me that later.”
The Doctor chuckles at Donna and turns back to her belly as he buzzes over it with the sonic.
“Well hello there!” he smiles. “A tiny thing you are. But amazingly very healthy! You’re a miracle, you!”
“That’s not fair, I don’t get to see it,” Donna pouts.
“She, you mean.”
“It’s a girl?”
“That’s what ‘she’ means.”
The Doctor receives a light thump on the head. “Ow…”
Donna smirks as he rubs at his head and puts away his sonic. She sits up so that her legs dangle off the bed, and he places his fingers over her roundness. Donna is beginning to feel a bit awkward sitting back with the Doctor kneeling in between her legs and breathing on her stomach. She giggles when he puts a cold ear on her skin.
“What’s that, little one?” he speaks to her. “I know, I’m sorry we haven’t talked to you in a while. We’ve been having it tough, dear. Hmm? What’s that? Oh of course!”
Donna looks at him adoringly with a wide smile and shakes her head lightly.
“What’s she saying?” she plays along.
“She’s telling me how much she wants to meet her mum and-oh, what was that? You don’t like it when your mummy shouts at your daddy? Don’t worry love, neither does your ol’ pops.”
Donna rolls her eyes yet smiles and places her own hand on top of the Doctors on her stomach.
“You,” the Doctor says to the baby girl, “will be super fantastically brilliant. Just like your mummy.” He playfully kisses her belly as if making puppy faces and Donna squeals and laughs because it tickles.
“Stop that,” she says while laughing.
He teases her and does it some more and stops when he finds that Donna is on the verge of kicking him in the gut.
They have a fit of laughter before she pulls her shirt down and (tries to) close her legs so that he won’t attempt to do it again, so he just kneels in front of her with his arms crossed on her knees. Donna holds his face and is about to kiss him when she stops suddenly and her face looks troubled.
“What?”
“My hands are getting fatter.”
“They’re not fat, they’re fluffy,” he says as he takes her hands away from his face and folds his fingers over the spaces between hers and leans over to give her a gentle and sensual kiss.
Donna smiles in between their contact. “You won’t be that cheeky in the next few months.”
Donna stays true to her word. She’s due in about a week and a half, and the Doctor reclaims his weeping corner.
She’s not in the most super mood. Trouble never leaves the both of them alone, and the Doctor has made it a habit to lock her in the TARDIS to keep her away from it. Countless times he’s got into bigger trouble without her to help him out, and once the TARDIS was captured and Donna nearly went into labor. Thankfully, her screaming threats alone were able to save her and the Doctor.
“Maybe I should just take you with me and carry a bullhorn whenever there’s trouble,” the Doctor comments and he gets nothing but a glare with “sometimes I really want to break your neck” written all over it.
Donna feels like she’s swallowed an alligator whole and that it’s still shifting around in her stomach. She has to keep a bucket next to her at all times because her nausea can’t be controlled. She says she’s now big enough to flood the earth if she dipped her toes in the ocean
She was tempted to force him to take her home but not even being desperately pregnant would separate her from him and the TARDIS, no matter how much she gave him an earful.
It’s the time of the month that the Doctor takes a week to treat her somewhere away from aliens and wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, and this time they go to shop for the baby. Not wanting to go to some different year of trend, they pick the present, but also not wanting to go to London where they might run into someone they know and spot a big pregnant Donna, they go far away, like say… Los Angeles, California, USA.
They’re at the Eagle Rock mall, in Target, heading to the baby section on the second floor. This type of shopping made her giddy, because it made her think that she was so close to getting this baby out of her “giant hippo hips” as she called them.
They step into the elevator and Donna takes out a notepad with a list of things.
“So, we’ll need diapers, lots of them, I do mean lots; baby wipes, baby shampoo, baby lotion, a baby bather-“
“Baby bather?”
“Yes, a baby bather-clothes for every type of weather, or no weather… Pajamas, bibs, bottles, baby formula, and oh if she’s going to be living on the TARDIS, she needs a really good car seat, because I don’t think they have TARDIS seats anywhere on Earth.”
“Oh, I have one.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” He answers simply, and then Donna remembers that he used to be a father before.
“… You got all the cash for this?”
The Doctor looks shiftily around. “I’ll see what I have.”
Donna rolls her eyes. “That’s what I thought you crook.”
Suddenly the lights flicker in the elevator and there’s a big shake. The both of them hold on to the railing and Donna’s head immediately whirls and she’s sick in her stomach.
The shaking stops and the Doctor immediately rushes over to Donna to support her.
“You alright?” He asks with concern.
“Yes, I’m just splendid!” she hisses. “What just happened?”
“We’re stuck.” The Doctor lets go of her as she stands up for herself, and he feels in his pockets for his sonic. He takes a while and a panicked expression is planted into his face and Donna reads it.
“What? What’s wrong?” She asks, hoping it’s not what it is.
The Doctor takes off his jacket and searches thoroughly. “Where’s my sonic?!”
“Oh this is just magnificent,” Donna groans. “What if we never get out? What if no one finds us? What if I go into labor?”
The Doctor scoffs as he continues to search all of his pockets. “Oh like that’s going to happen.”
Donna leans her hand against the elevator wall and holds her stomach. “Yes,” she says in a whimper. “It is!”
The Doctor drops everything he’s doing and looks at her with dropped jaws. “What?!”
Part ocho
Did any of you see what I did there? Did ya, did ya? No? sigh....
Author: Rei
Rating: In-between-teen-and-mature-ish nevermind, it's just teen-ish now.
Warning: (implied) rape warning, and oh yes, pregnancy and babiez.
Genre: hurt/comfort, angsty-ish, fluffy friendship/romance
Word count: 2186
Summary: He turns his back on her for the slightest moment, and this happens. Ten/Donna
Disclaimer: "does it need saying?" Don't own anything or anyone--except for Mr. Andrew Farrol. but I hate him. so there's no point in owning him. The poor unfortunate destinedtobemad soul.
A/N: This is the second to last part!
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Donna returns to wandering around like a ghost, lost in thought and dazed. She has fits of despair and when she’s not having those, she’s completely absent-minded. She puts on a dispirited smile in attempt to seem okay, but both she and the Doctor know she isn’t. She barely talks unless the Doctor asks her questions to which she merely answers, “yes” “no” or “eh.”
She says she’s forgiven the Doctor, but he doesn’t think she has. He thinks that she probably wants to, but that right now she can’t really bring herself to. Not now, when she’s far too overwhelmed by everything. He worries that she wants to be taken home.
Donna is sitting in the console room, absently staring at the console and rubbing her tummy. The Doctor pretends that he’s not watching her as he fiddles with the console as if he’s actually doing something with it. He purses his lips casually and every few minutes or even seconds he stares off at her and the looks back at the nothingness on the screen in front of him. Donna internally laughs to herself because of how he thinks that she hasn’t noticed.
She thinks about everything that has happened so far and it’s obvious how it’s not only affected her. He’s a poor victim, too. She begins to realize her behavior and how it must sting him when he sees her morosely about. He probably blames himself. And now she’s guilty, because she hasn’t done much to convince him otherwise. It’s not his fault bad things have to happen-he’s not a god, no matter how much he seems to play one.
The Doctor notices her staring at him so he drops his act and slouches while looking down, this time trying to not mind her. She struggles up and walks over to him, and he looks to face her when she lays a hand on his shoulder.
She searches his eyes wordlessly and puts her arms around him and hugs him the way she always did around his shoulders. She curses to herself when her belly makes their position awkwardly different and she can hear the Doctor silently snicker and she smiles.
“I usually know what to say, but a this should do the trick for now,” she says in a light voice.
“Yeah,” the Doctor chuckles as he stretches one arm around her waist and lays his other hand atop her stomach, feeling the warmth of the child inside her. “It should so.”
Later the Doctor finds Donna sitting on her lonesome at the kitchen table, her back facing him. He decides to sit with her, and when he takes a seat across from her, he finds her with a spoon in her mouth and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. There are small bits of chocolate syrup along her mouth and they stare at each other for a while before they burst into silent laughter.
“Never thought you were a messy eater,” the Doctor comments still laughing a bit as he grabs a tissue and wipes her mouth.
“Shut up,” she mumbles and presses her lips together in an embarrassed smile.
He gives her his cheeky grin as he steals a quick kiss from her. He licks his lips and then with a puzzled expression looks at the carton of ice cream.
“Hey!” He holds it up. “Banana split flavor! I had this hidden!”
Donna takes it back from his hands and sticks her spoon in it. “I go out of my way to eat sometimes.” She takes a big spoonful and stuffs it in her mouth.
The Doctor pouts and Donna laughs and gives him a big scoop to which he takes whole and hurts himself swallowing.
“Careful, martian!” Donna scolds playfully.
He smiles at her despite his wincing at the swelling in his throat. His attention is diverted when he spots the tiny daisy from Andy placed in a small vase. He realizes she’s been looking at it for a while.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks after a few seconds of gathering himself into a more serious vibe.
Donna stares off as she licks her spoon clean. “I dunno,” she sighs. “I just can’t believe how things just… weave itself into sense. I thought when, I was taken,” she hesitates to say it out loud. “I thought that it was by pure chance. But it wasn’t. He’d remember me and you and the TARDIS and the sound it made as we left him there. He’d remember and forever be angry with us. You’re right Doctor, there are no coincidences.”
The Doctor looks at her with sorrowful eyes as she stifles coming droplets in her eyes and suddenly she can’t even look at the pint of ice cream or she’ll be sick. She closes it up and the Doctor offers to put it back in the freezer.
He sits back down and takes both Donna’s hands and plays with her fingers, the small vase in the space between them. “I’m sorry.”
Donna is about to tell him to shut it with the apologies, but she doesn’t. “I’m sorry, too,” she says back with a rueful smile. From that he makes it clear that he promises to never have her in that situation again, and she promises him that she’ll be okay if he ever breaks his.
“You know we never even bothered to find out whether this baby’s a boy or girl,” Donna says one night ten long weeks later. They lay in bed early, exhausted because the fact that Donna is pregnant does not excuse them from alien invasions and landing in places where they are mistaken as escapees and are chained up.
“Right. Do you want to find out now? I think the proper time has passed by,” he suggests and Donna looks at him curiously.
“Now?”
“Yeah!” He takes his sonic out of his pajama pocket (Donna rolls her eyes at the fact he never has it off him) and rolls off of bed to kneel next to Donna as he lifts up her loose white tee.
She shrinks away from him and looks at him with menacing eyes.
“What are you doing?”
The Doctor stares up at her. “Ultrasound.”
“You’re kidding.”
The Doctor snickers. “No, I’m not, now keep still.” Donna sighs and lifts up her shirt as he scans her round stomach.
“What else can your sonic do?”
“Melt chocolate.”
“Oh, remind me that later.”
The Doctor chuckles at Donna and turns back to her belly as he buzzes over it with the sonic.
“Well hello there!” he smiles. “A tiny thing you are. But amazingly very healthy! You’re a miracle, you!”
“That’s not fair, I don’t get to see it,” Donna pouts.
“She, you mean.”
“It’s a girl?”
“That’s what ‘she’ means.”
The Doctor receives a light thump on the head. “Ow…”
Donna smirks as he rubs at his head and puts away his sonic. She sits up so that her legs dangle off the bed, and he places his fingers over her roundness. Donna is beginning to feel a bit awkward sitting back with the Doctor kneeling in between her legs and breathing on her stomach. She giggles when he puts a cold ear on her skin.
“What’s that, little one?” he speaks to her. “I know, I’m sorry we haven’t talked to you in a while. We’ve been having it tough, dear. Hmm? What’s that? Oh of course!”
Donna looks at him adoringly with a wide smile and shakes her head lightly.
“What’s she saying?” she plays along.
“She’s telling me how much she wants to meet her mum and-oh, what was that? You don’t like it when your mummy shouts at your daddy? Don’t worry love, neither does your ol’ pops.”
Donna rolls her eyes yet smiles and places her own hand on top of the Doctors on her stomach.
“You,” the Doctor says to the baby girl, “will be super fantastically brilliant. Just like your mummy.” He playfully kisses her belly as if making puppy faces and Donna squeals and laughs because it tickles.
“Stop that,” she says while laughing.
He teases her and does it some more and stops when he finds that Donna is on the verge of kicking him in the gut.
They have a fit of laughter before she pulls her shirt down and (tries to) close her legs so that he won’t attempt to do it again, so he just kneels in front of her with his arms crossed on her knees. Donna holds his face and is about to kiss him when she stops suddenly and her face looks troubled.
“What?”
“My hands are getting fatter.”
“They’re not fat, they’re fluffy,” he says as he takes her hands away from his face and folds his fingers over the spaces between hers and leans over to give her a gentle and sensual kiss.
Donna smiles in between their contact. “You won’t be that cheeky in the next few months.”
Donna stays true to her word. She’s due in about a week and a half, and the Doctor reclaims his weeping corner.
She’s not in the most super mood. Trouble never leaves the both of them alone, and the Doctor has made it a habit to lock her in the TARDIS to keep her away from it. Countless times he’s got into bigger trouble without her to help him out, and once the TARDIS was captured and Donna nearly went into labor. Thankfully, her screaming threats alone were able to save her and the Doctor.
“Maybe I should just take you with me and carry a bullhorn whenever there’s trouble,” the Doctor comments and he gets nothing but a glare with “sometimes I really want to break your neck” written all over it.
Donna feels like she’s swallowed an alligator whole and that it’s still shifting around in her stomach. She has to keep a bucket next to her at all times because her nausea can’t be controlled. She says she’s now big enough to flood the earth if she dipped her toes in the ocean
She was tempted to force him to take her home but not even being desperately pregnant would separate her from him and the TARDIS, no matter how much she gave him an earful.
It’s the time of the month that the Doctor takes a week to treat her somewhere away from aliens and wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, and this time they go to shop for the baby. Not wanting to go to some different year of trend, they pick the present, but also not wanting to go to London where they might run into someone they know and spot a big pregnant Donna, they go far away, like say… Los Angeles, California, USA.
They’re at the Eagle Rock mall, in Target, heading to the baby section on the second floor. This type of shopping made her giddy, because it made her think that she was so close to getting this baby out of her “giant hippo hips” as she called them.
They step into the elevator and Donna takes out a notepad with a list of things.
“So, we’ll need diapers, lots of them, I do mean lots; baby wipes, baby shampoo, baby lotion, a baby bather-“
“Baby bather?”
“Yes, a baby bather-clothes for every type of weather, or no weather… Pajamas, bibs, bottles, baby formula, and oh if she’s going to be living on the TARDIS, she needs a really good car seat, because I don’t think they have TARDIS seats anywhere on Earth.”
“Oh, I have one.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” He answers simply, and then Donna remembers that he used to be a father before.
“… You got all the cash for this?”
The Doctor looks shiftily around. “I’ll see what I have.”
Donna rolls her eyes. “That’s what I thought you crook.”
Suddenly the lights flicker in the elevator and there’s a big shake. The both of them hold on to the railing and Donna’s head immediately whirls and she’s sick in her stomach.
The shaking stops and the Doctor immediately rushes over to Donna to support her.
“You alright?” He asks with concern.
“Yes, I’m just splendid!” she hisses. “What just happened?”
“We’re stuck.” The Doctor lets go of her as she stands up for herself, and he feels in his pockets for his sonic. He takes a while and a panicked expression is planted into his face and Donna reads it.
“What? What’s wrong?” She asks, hoping it’s not what it is.
The Doctor takes off his jacket and searches thoroughly. “Where’s my sonic?!”
“Oh this is just magnificent,” Donna groans. “What if we never get out? What if no one finds us? What if I go into labor?”
The Doctor scoffs as he continues to search all of his pockets. “Oh like that’s going to happen.”
Donna leans her hand against the elevator wall and holds her stomach. “Yes,” she says in a whimper. “It is!”
The Doctor drops everything he’s doing and looks at her with dropped jaws. “What?!”
Part ocho
Did any of you see what I did there? Did ya, did ya? No? sigh....