A/N: Inspired by bas_math_girl's latest masterpiece, 'Wedding Shower'. And a little shout-out to Wallace and Gromit fans.
The Wrong Trousers
"It's not my fault! How was I supposed to know they're 'hand wash only'?" she complained "I'm not a mind reader, unlike some I could mention.."
He ignored the dig and concentrated on being indignant.
"Donna, you just can't send them off to be dry-cleaned! They aren't normal trousers! You know, Time Lord technology, bigger on the inside" he tried to explain, gesturing vaguely with his hands.
"What, normal trousers can't 'contain' you?" she smirked in amusement.
"It isn't like I can just pop down to the local Marks and Sparks to pick up another pair!" he snapped.
"Oh, come on" she shot back "you're trying to tell me our little earth chemicals are that potent?"
He glared at her.
"Surely you can just, I dunno, get some intergalactic tailor to whip you up another pair" she suggested more helpfully.
"Not that simple, Miss I-love-laundry "Remember?" he tapped the side of his head for emphasis, "Last of the Time Lords. Meaning, no more Time Lord Tailors. Once a pair goes, it's gone".
"I see" she responded, chastened.
She waited a beat.
"I'm sorry, Spaceman" she said, finally, seriously. "I had no idea how important they were to you".
He looked at her then and the despondency in her expression extinguished his last flames of temper.
"But you know what?" he started, deliberately making his tone light, "Rather my trousers than something really irreplaceable".
"Like what?" she glanced up, and caught the playful yet serious light in his eyes.
Does she not get it yet, he thought to himself. Now who's the dimroid?
"Like my Earthgirl" he smiled, reaching out to tangle his hand in her hair.
You don't want to see me if something ever happened to my Earthgirl.
The hugged and sighed together as the tense moment melted away into a gentle glow of love.