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Doing Domestic

Thought I'd try for a little humor.  It's not very long.  But I hope you like it anyhow.  Just a little snippet of domesticity for Ten and Donna.  =)

As always, I don't own Ten, Donna or Doctor Who.  The BBC does.  Please read and enjoy...

Donna woke up to half the bed empty.   She wasn’t surprised.  She wasn’t a morning person and the Doctor was.  Were they on Earth, and keeping to that time schedule she’d say he liked to wake up at arse o’clock in the morning.  They hadn’t been sharing a bed and bedroom all that long, only for the past week or so.  In that week, she’d discovered the Doctor had all sorts of habits and states of order for his room.  At least once a day she’d almost killed herself tripping over the various Converse trainers strewn about on the floor.  Three nights before she’d had to use the facilities quite badly and nearly lost her bladder all over the floor when she’d stepped on something that rolled, squealed incredibly loudly, and shot purple sparks out of the end (at least she thought is was the end).  All the Doctor had done was roll over, and grumble about needing peace and quiet to get his required four hours sleep a night.  She’d grumbled about needing to not have to cross a bloody minefield to get to the loo.

           This morning she woke with a need to visit said loo urgently.  Half opening her eyelids, she sat up, and yawned.  Then forcing her eyelids open all the way because who knew what lay in wait for her on this floor, she got up and trudged to the loo.  Not really paying attention once in the loo, she sat, and kept going until she screeched when cold loo water hit her backside, and her knees were about level with her eyes. 

“Donna!” the Doctor came running in.  “What’s wrong?  Are you alri-,” the words died in his throat as he saw her.  He covered his mouth, trying in vain to not laugh.  Donna glared.   He lowered his hand from his mouth, moving it to scratch the back of his neck.  “Um, Donna?” he ventured.  “Perhaps you should look before you sit?” He backed up as her glare deepened.

“Or,” she growled.  “You could…oh…I don’t know…perhaps put the bloody seat down!” 

“Or I could do that, yeah,” he said.  He reached out a hand.   “Would you like help…?” he backed away further as he could swear steam was coming out her ears.  “Tea.  I bet you’d like some tea wouldn’t you?” he steadily walked backwards out of the loo.  “I’ll just go get some started.  Now.  Okay?” he watched her nod, without losing any of the glare.  “Okay,” he turned and swiftly left the room.

“Bloody Martian’s as bad as a bloke,” Donna grumbled once alone.  She got herself up and went right into the shower. 

           Half an hour later, she joined the Doctor in the kitchen and found he had a cup of tea and a couple muffins set out for her.  Sitting across from him, she said nothing, just ate the muffins and sipped her tea.  The Doctor fidgeted, waiting for her to talk, but seeing as she wasn’t going to, he decided to break the silence.  “So.”

“So,” she muttered back.

“Tea good?”




“Good, good,” he tapped his finger on the table.  She watched him suspiciously.  Waiting.  He grinned.  “Would you like to take another swim?  In an actual pool?”

           The Doctor was left in the kitchen, Donna’s tea dripping down from his hair onto his suit, and what was left of her muffins, smashed onto his face.


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May. 2nd, 2013 12:54 pm (UTC)
I can perfectly understand her anger with this one... might have done that type of fall once or twice in my time!! Not done the tea chucking though (was sorely tempted to; mark you).
Anyway... this was a treat to wake up to and read this morning. Thank you! :D
May. 2nd, 2013 11:13 pm (UTC)
I've had this happen many times myself. In fact, I wrote about it last night, and experienced it this morning. -__- I was thrilled.

Glad you liked it. :)

~Ali ♥
May. 2nd, 2013 03:12 pm (UTC)
Oh, Doctor, Doctor. Will you never learn to shut your mouth? He thinks he's so funny, and I don't blame Donna one bit. Although, it was a waste of perfectly good muffins. ;D

May. 2nd, 2013 11:14 pm (UTC)
Sometimes I think the Doctor has a large case of foot in mouth disease. :D I like to think she was almost done with the muffins anyhow.

Glad you liked it. :)

~Ali ♥
May. 3rd, 2013 09:17 pm (UTC)
*rolls eyes* Yes, well, are any of us surprised? I suspect a little bit of dealing with this would've sent some companions running away. Donna? No, she stays because she loves him and how else is he going to learn?

The muffin-face thing was a nice touch. ;)
May. 4th, 2013 05:18 am (UTC)
Donna has the unique skills required to deal with a Time Lord such as the Doctor. =D

Yeah, that was a little personal reference, the muffin thing. I did that to an ex-boyfriend. Only it was a cupcake.

Glad you liked it.

~Ali ♥
May. 4th, 2013 05:20 am (UTC)
She could probably deal with all sorts of Time Lords. And that's a hint for a future story of mine. ;)

Hope it wasn't one you liked. The cupcake, that is.
May. 5th, 2013 05:40 am (UTC)
Oh now I'm excited to read it... =D

It was a red velvet cupcake. They're my favorite. But...there wasn't much left, and I was just a tad peeved. =P
May. 7th, 2013 01:50 pm (UTC)
My mother-in-law trained my husband well and I'm doing the same for my boys. They always put the seat and lid down when they're finished. Lucky me!

Oh, about the story... cute. Only Donna would be bold enough to try and train the Doctor out of his bad habits. The others were so over-awed that they'd just let him be, but Donna wasn't. Then again, I don't think the others ended up like Donna is in this story, sharing a room and the loo....

Edited at 2013-05-07 01:53 pm (UTC)
May. 8th, 2013 05:37 am (UTC)
Sadly my mother in law tried to train my husband and his two brothers. I and the other wives are resigned to checking the seat every time. =P

Yup. Only Donna. =D

Thank you for the comments and I'm glad you liked it.

~Ali ♥
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