Title: Boys in Suits

Characters: Donna, the Doctor

Spoilers: None

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 525

Summary: Donna wants to go to a concert.
A/N: Written for the song prompt: "Hungry Like the Wolf" - Duran Duran at scifimuses

"Where do you want to go?"

"London, December 18, 1983." Donna said confidently.

"Really? The 1980's? Are you sure?" The Doctor's voice rose with each question.

"I'm sure."

"Donna, you know it's dangerous to cross your own timeline. What is it you want to see?"

"A concert. And before you ask, no, I wasn't there that day. Mum wouldn't let me go."

He squinted at her. "How old were you then?"

Donna said, "Fifteen."

The Doctor did the math in his head. "So, you lied about your age when we first met."

Donna looked away. "Did I? I didn't mean to."

He decided to let that slide. "So then, what concert?"

Donna could feel herself blush. "Duran Duran. Wembley Arena."

The Doctor burst out laughing. "Duran Duran? Really? I should have known."

"Stop laughing! What do you mean you should have known?"

"I think you have a weakness for good-looking men in suits. Or aliens, as the case may be."

Donna's blush deepened. "Don't flatter yourself, spaceman."

"Hmph, have it your way." His eyes twinkled.

"So can we go or not? It's not breaking a rule if I wasn't there in the first place, right? I always said if I had a time machine I would go back to see that concert."

"You used to think about what you would do if you had a time machine?"

"Well, yeah. Sort of a variation on the 'what would you take on a desert island' game."

"Of course." He started setting the Tardis controls. "Now are you sure? We'll probably be the oldest people in the audience."

"We'll just act like we're chaperoning some of the kids." Donna sat down on the jumpseat by the console.

"So, why this particular concert, this particular day?"

"It was their last tour all together, before they started splitting up. Oh, they got back together in 2001, but it wasn't the same, and it didn't last."

The Doctor chuckled. "I'm in awe of your encyclopaedic knowledge of Duran Duran."

Donna laughed, too. "Yeah, all that useless information up there," she said, tapping her head.

"Why didn't your mother let you go to the concert?"

"I don't remember," she answered, looking away.

"Oh, I think you do, you just don't want to tell me. C'mon, why? Were you naughty?"

Donna sighed. "My mum and I had a row, and my punishment was that I couldn't go to the concert with my friends."

"And what did you disagree about?"

"Boys, of course. There was this older boy I fancied, and Mum disapproved. I was rather unpleasant to her, and it just escalated from there." Donna stood. "Can we not talk about this, please?"

"Fine, fine. We're here, anyway. Ready?"

Donna nodded, looking him up and down.

"What?" he asked, looking down at his clothes.

"At least you'll fit right in."

"What, the suit?"

"No, the hair," she said, looking pointedly at his poofy hair.

"I do not have eighties hair!"

She laughed. "Now, can your psychic paper get us backstage?" Donna said as she walked down the ramp to the doors.