Title: On
the Beach
Spoilers: For Season 4
Characters:
Donna, the Doctor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the BBC - no infringement is
intended.
Summary: Written for the prompt "Dry
sand shifts beneath your boots" at
The dry sand shifted beneath her feet as she stepped out of the Tardis.
"There you are - did I promise you a beach or didn't I?" The Doctor stepped out behind her.
"You did indeed. This is gorgeous!" Donna answered. The sand glittered in the sunlight. The sea was a translucent pink that Donna would have sworn never appeared in nature. "Can I take my boots off?"
"What?"
"It's no fun at a beach if you can't feel the sand between your toes. Is it safe?"
The Doctor looked down at the sand. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"How should I know? Everywhere we go seems to be dangerous. For all I know this sand tries to eat you or something."
"Why would sand try to eat you?"
"How should I--" Donna stopped and took a breath. "Look, I'm taking off my shoes. If the sand tries to attack me, just save yourself." She unzipped the boots and stepped into the sand, wiggling her toes. "Mmm, that's nice."
The Doctor watched her. "See, we go some places that aren't dangerous."
"We've only been here five minutes. I'll hold off on that verdict for a bit. It's not my first day with you, after all."
The Doctor ran his hands through his hair. "Well, trouble does seem to find me, I'll grant you that."
"Has it always been like that with you?" Donna sat down, burying her feet in the warmth of the sand.
"Yeah, I suppose it has. Never gets dull, though!"
Donna laughed. "Does the trouble find you, or do you find the trouble, you reckon?"
"I reckon...a bit of both." He sat down beside her, his shoulders touching hers. They sat, looking over the water.
Donna broke the companionable silence. "So, pink water."
"Yep."
"Fancy a swim?"
He grinned. "Race you."