Chapter 1: An Invitation of turquoise

Summary: The Doctor and Donna visit a ball with a very special kind of party game being played there. Too late the Doctor recognizes that the drinks there aren't labeled for nothing. Donna however, is about to have one of the most enjoyable hours with her Time Lord.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, it belongs to the BBC & crew~ If I'd own it Donna & 10 would still happily vwrop through the vortex ;)

A/N: Why do the best ideas always come to me right before it's time to go to bed o.O?! *Sigh* Anyways! I wanted to write a small Doctor Who Fluff since forever now (ofc 10/Donna since they're too adorable) And finally I had the idea for it :3

Well, maybe you can tell from the title of the story that I got inspired by the movie "Yes man" (never actually saw it tho ^^;)

Sooo~ Welcome to my very first Doctor Who – 10/Donna – Fluff ^^ Enjoy!

Warnings:

Fluffy FF. Just some romance & fun stuff.

Rated: T for the moment :D If I decided to put some lemon in it, I'll maybe raise this~

WIP (Work in progress)!


-Donna-

"You're sure this time?"

"Absolutely."

Donna eyed the Doctor to her left. He wore a black tuxedo over a white shirt with a nice red bowtie; gladly she'd found he really owned some kind of suit without pinstripes, but not even this could make her forget about this uncertain feeling of doubt. "Really?"

"100 percent."

Donna's look remained doubtful; very much rightly so, she believed and smoothed her dress with her hands just to give them something to do.

"Really really?" she dug deeper and the Time Lord sighed, an amused smile playing about his lips. "Trust me." Donna snorted dismissively "last time you asked me to trust you TimeLier, I ended up on a stake, ready to be burned up!" While the Doctor started mumbling something about 'warned you to shout at the man with the torch at hand' Donna let her thoughts wander back to this fatal day.

The Doctor had promised her a planet were everything had remained traditional. "What's the point in visiting such a planet when we've got an actual time machine to visit the tradition itself?" she'd asked but understood what he meant when they'd arrived. This planet combined every tradition; those Donna had known about and many she had not.

All in all the ginger-haired had to admit that the first hour of their trip was awesome. Traveling by coach into the town center to watch cultural dances and having lunch in a wonderful pub. The problems had started when they'd entered the town square and Donna had looked around the booths to find a neat souvenir for her gramps.

She had just wanted to pay when the trader gave her an uncomfortable look and refused. "Please madam let your husband pay for you." Donna's eyebrows had risen and she started explaining the trader (in a pretty calm manner how she believed) that she didn't need anyone to pay a flippin teacup for her. To Donna's memory she found the trader suddenly shouting back at her about how she could dare to speak to him like that, the other people around watching and murmuring and the Doctor trying to solve the whole situation while she remained determined but calmly on her position. It was a mystery to her how she finally ended up at a stake, nearly inflamed.

Of course the Doctor had saved her in the end and they escaped by hair's breadth into the TARDIS, but for the moment Donna was still fed up with stupid patriarchic planets or cultures. So when the Doctor had announced in his usual euphoric manner to her that he got an invitation to a huge ball on a planet called "Crk 4" (at least that was what the noise he made sounded to Donna) on his psychic paper she'd reacted slightly hesitant.

Nevertheless some time later Donna and the Doctor had dressed up and landed right on this 'I-promise-this-is-safe'-planet for two reasons. First: Dressing up; it had been ages since Donna had been able to wear a wonderful dress and she had missed it. Second: The Doctor had assured her that it had been an official invitation he'd received and since this was a really rare case she hadn't been able to refuse.

"So you're sure no one's gonna kill me for talking here?" she asked bitterly and the Doctor nodded assuring "Yes. I promise, ok? Crk 4 is fully matriarchic until deep into the 146th century." And since Donna's doubt still didn't leave her eyes he added "Donna, listen: Without your presence I wouldn't even be allowed to walk down the street, all right?"

Finally Donna's doubt gave way to a grin at the imagination of the Doctor being bound to the house "ok." She agreed and hand in hand they walked up the wide path to the huge mansion. As much as Donna could tell from the few minutes at this planet, Crk 4 looked pretty turquoise for a planet in the hands of women. Grass, trees and even the grit they were walking on were shimmering in different kinds of the blue-greenish color in the light from the four moons which all seemed to be in a different point of their cycle. Even though Donna had expected something more… adorned, she still couldn't deny how wonderful this evening on the planet looked.

"Wait a moment…" Donna had just seen the queue in front of the (could it be any different?) turquoise villa and the doubt reappeared in Donna's eyes. "You said you got the invitations… why should the Crk…ians sent their invitation to a man?"

"Crkians?" he asked and if his voice hadn't at the same time skipped a whole octave she'd maybe fallen for his red herring. "Don't stray off topic! How did you get an invitation?!" Donna put her hands akimbo and pierced the Doctor with a sharp glare under which he finally admitted "maybe it wasn't exactly me who they invited…"

The queue moved, but Donna ignored any possibility to sneak a peek into the mansion. "Who did they invite then?!" she hissed to avoid the women at the entrance who checked the invitations hearing them. "Sharahwuane" he mumbled while running his hand over his mouth, obviously hoping she'd not understand him. "Sarah Jane!?" Donna didn't bother to keep her voice low anymore and ignored the Doctor's tries to quiet her down by raising his hands. "You mean you ask me to join you on a ball to which none of us but one of your former companions was invited?"

The Doctor shifted uncomfortably under her glare like a child that knew it had just eaten the cookies before dinner. "Sarah Jane and my visit had been centuries ago to their time line and its just due to gratefulness they kept inviting her all this time since we saved their planet once from a huge worm… actually a funny story, Sa…"

Donna added an extra amount of iciness to her look so the Doctor fast interrupted himself gesturing "a-absolutely irrelevant of course, but I did most of the saving-part back then, so their gratitude and invitation is actually due to me, they just addressed it to Sarah Jane because of stupid sexism, something a Donna Noble does not tolerate at all… right?"

Grumpily Donna twitched her mouth; sure the Doctor was right that she would support any strike against sexism (no matter against which gender it was), but the feeling of accepting an invitation that wasn't meant for her, was still uncomforting.

"Fine" Donna sighed finally, after a glance at the Doctor's pleading puppy eyes, promising her conscience that she'd thanks Sarah Jane for this later on.

His eyes sparkled and a beam appeared on his face "great, we gonna have a really nice evening then! Here, take this."

Donna peeked down and found the Doctor handing her secretly his psychic paper. "Really?" Donna whispered, this time not doubtful but nearly touched – she'd never seen the Doctor giving away his precious false identities. "Sure" he replied with a gentle smile and added "just show it to them, since it's an actual invitation it won't require any manipulation."

The queue moved again and finally a clear voice sounded "invitation please."

Donna looked up and found herself locking eyes with a woman looking so much like a human that Donna blinked a few times to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The woman was really there, she wore a rosé dress that reminded Donna somehow of a toga and looked pretty beautiful with her short blond hair and powder blue eyes.

"Do you have your invitation miss?" the woman asked and looked Donna and the Doctor over, obviously trying to figure if they were about to cause problems. "Uhm… sure" Donna's mind slowly came back while the ginger-haired handed the physic paper over to the woman. "Is this a crkian?" Donna asked the Doctor whispering while the woman was busy checking their invitation. The Doctor gave her a short nod. Bewilderedly Donna recognized that this was it – a nod. No grin, no whispered soliloquy about why crkians maybe looked so alike to humans, nothing but a nod.

Donna knitted her eyebrows and just started wondering if she maybe had offended the Doctor in some way when the crk-woman in front of them laughed gently "oh please don't rush him, some men need their time to get used to this situation."

Now Donna's confusion was with the woman in rosé who simply gave her back the psychic paper and offered her to go inside with a short gesture. The Doctor and Donna made their way in and while Donna peeked at the Time Lord, she found him frowning, too. "What was that?" she asked and the Doctor replied lowly "what exactly? The woman, me or her comment?"

"All" Donna whispered back, not sure why they were keeping their voices low. "Actually this look of humans is quite popular out in the universe. Species like Time Lords and 'Crkians', how you call them, are just a few of the species an untrained eye could mistake for a human."

"And untrained means anyone but Time Lords, right?" Donna mumbled and the cheeky smile appearing on his face told her she was right. "So, what was this with you out there anyways?" she asked "you've never been someone that tight-lipped before."

The Doctor looked around before he replied still in a low voice "I told you Donna, crk-4 is still deep in its matriarchic period; men aren't allowed to speak in public without being directly addressed, I think this goes back to… what?" the Doctor stopped as he saw Donna's wide smirk. "Nothing, I'm just taking this planet into considerations for future dwelling." And before the Doctor could reply something she fast added "but what did the woman mean when she talked about 'this situation'… if this planet is controlled by women since centuries why should some men still need time to grow accustomed to this?"

The slightly annoyed look on the Doctor's face from Donna's last mock gave way to an expression of thoughtfulness "that, my dear matriarch, is the question... well, we'll have a whole night to find out" and with these words the Doctor looked ahead and drew Donna's gaze with him. The jaw of the ginger-haired nearly dropped and hit the floor.

Their previous conversation had consumed all of Donna's attention so she had paid nothing of it to her surroundings, just by now she recognized they had entered a huge hall that had to be the ballroom of the mansion. The room was more than enormous, both in width and in height and seemed capable to house the population of a whole nation, an action that it obviously just proved since Donna was sure in this hall more than 1.000 crkians were talking, dancing and eating and it still felt far away from being too crowded.

Donna slowly turned around, allowing her eyes to take this image in as detailed as possible; the hall seemed to be built of some smooth cream-colored stone that reflected the light of the turquoise moons from the night sky which dipped the whole 'room' (Donna refused to use this word in her head since it wasn't even half able to describe where she was) into a light blue, resembling the color of the entrance-lady's eyes.

"Wow" Donna whispered and finally stopped rotating. "This is… beautiful" she felt her heart rushing in her chest; it wasn't too easy to get the ginger-haired stunned, but this scenery had made it. "Yeah" she heard the soft voice of the Doctor and found it sounding just as touched as hers. It confused her all the more that, when she looked at her mate again, she found his eyes not on the room but on her. Just when he recognized her gaze he fast looked up at the ceiling and started blabbering something about the material this mansion was made of, which was able to reflect the moonlight this perfectly.