Prompt: what do you think would happen if metacrisis!Donna met up with him?
Disclaimer: I don't even own the Netflix account that allowed me to watch Jessica Jones in the first place.
A/N: In answer to a post on tumblr, (and egged on by develish1) I wrote beachy_geek a little something featuring metacrisis!Donna and Kilgrave.


Planes That Pass In The Night

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It was on the main concourse of an international airport that he first saw her. She swanned across to an airline representative, mumbled a few words, and was then shown immediately every type of deference it was possible to show. This intrigued him. Normally that was his prerogative. So he followed her, shooing away every single annoying fly that got in his way. They were of no importance to him, and he had no need to hide his contempt of these ordinary humans.

There was nothing beyond the ordinary in this human female, Kilgrave noted to himself, as he walked in her wake. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, her ginger hair had long since stopped being fashionable, and her style of dress wasn't intended to attract sexual interest. But her stance was something else entirely. It displayed an attitude he was used to exhibiting himself. There was power and assurance in every step that she took.

As he stood watching her make a determined path through the throng, she suddenly stopped, sniffed the air, and turned her head to look directly at him. It was as though she had looked directly into his soul for one split second. The next second, she looked away and continued on her merry way; sweeping effortlessly through the crowds of people.

This was unusual, and he liked it.

Eager to find out more, since he had nothing better to do that day, Kilgrave continued to follow her. When it looked as though she was about to leave the airport building, he demanded 'Stop!' of her, but she carried on walking away.

Confused, he quickened his pace. Perhaps she was too far away to be influenced by him. Rare, but it could happen. Soon he was only about eight steps away from her and those exit doors were ever closer. 'Stop!' he ordered her again. 'Turn and face me.'

But instead of her doing that, she glided through the now open doors and completely ignored him. Dumbfounded, he ran out to where she stood on the pavement, seeking something. As he reached her, a large black car swept up by her side. It was only then, once he was within easy speaking distance, did she deign to glance properly at him.

"Yes, can I help you?" she asked without displaying a great deal of interest. "You have a question for me."

"Who are you?" he openly wondered.

"Just someone passing through," she enigmatically replied, and climbed into the waiting car.

So of course he grabbed hold of the door handle and mentally ordered the driver to reveal some information instead.

"This is Donna Noble, head of the Noble Intergalactic Foundation."

That slightly peeved her, so she placed a hand on top of Kilgrave's in a veiled threat. "Ah, I see you prefer to be naughty, Mr Kilgrave," she calmly informed him. "Start the car, please," she then requested from the driver, and removed Kilgrave's hand from the handle. "As for you, Kevin, I can see I'm going to have to be careful. Goodbye."

He was so shocked; he let her get away with manhandling him. But how?! How did she know his name? And more importantly, how had she wrestled control of her driver away from him? This was unprecedented.

The car swiftly driving away synchronised with the first pangs of love within his chest. She may not know it yet, but she would become his, if it took everything he got. Now to plan it all, he decided as a warm excitement filled his body.

Smiling broadly, and thus frightening the nearest people to him, Kilgrave commanded that the driver of the nearest fancy car drove him home.