Title: Clever Baddies, Sacred Sites, and Bad Fashion Choices
Author: Dark Angel Tiriel
Summary: An explanation for one of the illusive facts about Doctor Who. Has to do with pockets.
Spoilers: None, unless you've never seen an episode with Donna, even then barely.
Rating: G, maybe PG, if you've seen JE you'll be alright.
Characters: Doctor and Donna
Words: 436
A/N: It occurred to me that all the baddies in new who aren't very clever baddies because they never check the pockets of their prisoners before they lock them up, so this is my explanation as to why the writers never do it this way.
Donna leaned against the wall of the cold cell waiting for the Doctor to get there, she was a little concerned, and it had been a good half an hour, if not longer since she saw the Doctor. She had gotten separated from him when she had been taken to a small interrogation room by their captors, they then proceeded to question and search her, they had taken her few pieces of makeup, but they had left the paper and pen that was in her coat pocket. Not that it was much good, she could barely see a thing in the dim lit cell.
Donna wondered if the Doctor had been able to talk his way out, and was now trying to convince them to let her out too, it wasn't their fault that the TARDIS decided to land on these peoples sacred site, it was only a patch of grass with the occasional creepy gnome looking thing sticking up randomly.
Donna was stunned when a bright light came from the door, she tried to get close but the light was blinding her, a voice shouted for her to get to the back wall, she heard the door open and a kafuffle outside as a humanoid being was pushed through the doorway. As the being stumbled forward Donna began to recognise the shape.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed, until he came completely into her view, she then felt a rise of laughter and she couldn't keep it in. The Doctor was standing before her sheepishly his hands awkwardly positioned around his mid section, an attempt to keep warm as he was naked except for his bright blue banana patterned boxers. The Doctor wore a scowl on his face at Donna's reaction to his predicament.
"Why the change in fashion taste?" Donna asked when she had calmed down and was only giggling.
"Turns out that the Morasians are very serious about religious offences." The Doctor said solemnly.
"They went through my pockets." He raised his arms and shoulders showing that his current state was the result.
"Don't you own one garment that doesn't have Mary Poppins pockets?" Donna asked "Besides the obvious." She added, gesturing to his lower section. The Doctor let out a loud sigh turning his back to the closest wall, he then slide down it, collapsing on the floor.
"Don't worry Doctor. You'll get your screwdriver back." Donna said joining him on the floor.
The Doctor just stared at her, Donna gazed back before she had to turn away to stifle a giggle.
"So how you going to get us out with just you banana boxers?"
A/N 2: I think of the Doctor as a boxers man not briefs, just a little side note that I couldn't put at the top.