Now and Forever
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing.
Summary: A set of short stories not meant to be connected with one another in any chronological sense, primarily featuring the Doctor and Donna, with occasional guest appearances by Jack Harkness and Martha Jones. Featuring stories that ship and some that don't, some that are lighthearted and some that are heart-wrenching, some that are compact and some that are longer. Enjoy!
Film Fiasco
The film had started. The Doctor, Donna, Jack, and Martha sat in the intimate theater within the Tardis, a large projector screen before them. Giant, incredibly cozy bean bags filled with what Donna supposed was some kind of soft fluffy material or perhaps even feathers, instead of the traditional beads of Styrofoam, acted as the seats in which they all individually sat. They weren't like any bean bag chairs Donna had ever seen - these were shaped so that there was a back to them, covered in a fabric that was a peculiar yet pleasing cross between leather and velvet. The section where you sat curved like a shallow valley in the middle for extra comfort, and the hollowed out cup-holders held their cylindrical form quite well despite the malleable fluff the seats were stuffed with. 'Probably Martian,' Donna thought. They were arranged in a way that referenced ancient amphitheaters, semi-circularly facing the movie screen.
The Doctor, Jack, and Donna had a bowl of popcorn in their laps, while Martha opted for a delightful box of Poppets.
The Doctor chose to screen a documentary called 'A World Without Zinc,' a selection that no person besides the Time Lord himself was excited about, but since it was his ship, and voting was out of the question (according to the Doctor), this was the best thing they could see (also according to the Doctor). At least it was in 3D.
Still, they all sat in the darkened room, dual-toned paper glasses on, watching the film and munching on snacks for an entire fifteen minutes before anything mischievous took place. Donna was the first to break the silence of the atmosphere, voicing her discontent with a loud sigh. The Doctor hushed her without looking.
Donna turned to Martha who shrugged, grinding a chocolate covered raisin between her teeth, then to Jack who winked in a very Jack Harkness fashion, giving Donna hope that the nightmare of sitting through this dreadful torture wouldn't last much longer. She grinned, biting her lip while she waited for Jack's initial move.
It didn't take long at all.
The Doctor was shoving a handful of popcorn down his throat and chewing like a starving hound, otherwise fully engrossed by the images of microorganisms on the screen, when a barrage of popped kernels showered over him. He spun around in his seat, nearly knocking his bowl to the floor. Donna stifled her laughter (failing terribly) while Martha gazed open-mouthed at Jack. Jack, of course, feigned innocence, gazing at the screen with the most focused stare the three of them had ever seen, absentmindedly snacking on his popcorn.
The Doctor glared at Donna, taking her for the culprit. She stuck her tongue out at him, which made him roll his eyes before turning back around. Jack and Donna shared sly, knowing grins.
For the next ten minutes, Jack and Donna took turns aiming their edible ammo first into the Doctor's popcorn bowl, then at his hands (the one traveling from the bowl to his mouth was particularly entertaining since they considered it a moving target). Jack gestured that they would aim next for the Doctor's styled hair by tugging lightly at his own and pointing at the Doctor. Donna nodded in understanding and agreement. Martha shook her head, popping another chocolate covered raisin in her mouth.
As two handfuls of popcorn bounced off his face, the Doctor growled. "Seriously, guys? This is fascinating stuff!" Neither Jack nor Donna looked convinced by that statement, so he turned to the only other person in the room. "It's amazing, right, Martha?" Martha grimaced. Quite obviously she didn't agree.
The Doctor put his head in his hands.
Since it seemed they had reached another opportune moment, Jack threw one final piece of popcorn.
With a frustrated roar, the Doctor leapt up from his futuristic chair and threw continuous handfuls at both Donna and Jack. Donna screamed between uncontrollable giggling, Jack laughed heartily while he ducked, and Martha chuckled quietly from the sidelines.
The Doctor turned on his loyal companion, "Oh, you think that's funny?" he threw the next handful at her. "Hey!" she shouted, holding up her arms to block the little pieces from making contact with any vulnerable part of her face or neck. Another handful flew down at her, and she stood with her box of Poppets, tilting the open corner into her hand, "That's it, you've done it now!" she began pelting the Doctor with one raisin at a time. "Martha, steady on! Those hurt!" The Doctor pleaded on deaf ears, but Martha had gone mad with glee.
"Alright, go Martha!" Donna cheered. Hearing her praise, the Doctor fired at Donna, one after the other, so of course she fired back at the Doctor. Jack threw popcorn at everyone, occasionally opening his mouth to catch a tasty bite when the light, crunchy morsels flew in his direction. Martha took to hiding behind her chair, braving the open spaces only to catapult more candy. Donna joined her, and for a while they'd formed an alliance against the boys. The theater had transformed into a battleground.
When bowls were empty, and the theater floor thoroughly littered, the four friends collapsed onto their respective chairs and caught their breath, the laughter gradually dying down. Martha and Donna had popcorn in their hair, especially since the Doctor insisted on sweet popcorn whereas Jack and Donna liked it salty, the sweet kind naturally sticker than the salty. Donna shook off a chocolate covered raisin from the bottom of her sock.
Once the room was silent again, the Doctor asked, "So, anyone up for The Private Life of Plants?"