Donna is feeling down, so to cheer her up the Doctor decides to make her a cake, using his two favourite ingredients: bananas and jelly babies. Things do not go as planned...

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'Are you alright, Donna?' asked the Doctor in concern. Donna was lying on the couch, eating her way through a packet of chocolate biscuits and watching Hollyoaks with a glazed expression on her face.

'Blimmin' PMS,' she groaned angrily, taking her eyes off the screen to look at the Doctor.

'Ah.' The Doctor pulled a face. He'd had enough female companions to know that he should leave Donna alone for a good few hours if he knew what was good for him.

So he crept out of the room, but couldn't help noticing that Donna was crying. This wasn't at all like the normal energetic, enthusiastic Donna he knew and loved. He couldn't stand seeing her so upset.

'I know!' the Doctor thought. 'I'll make her a cake. That'll help cheer her up!'

He set to work in the kitchen, mixing and sifting and whisking all afternoon. By teatime, he was ready.

He put the cake on a tray and went to her room. He knocked on the door. 'Donna?' he called softly.

'Yeah?'

He entered. Donna was huddled up under the duvet with a box of fudge and a Hugh Grant movie marathon playing on her TV.

'I made you a cake!' the Doctor announced, holding the dessert out to her.

Donna crawled out from underneath the duvet and took the tray cautiously. The cake was yellow and spongy, with what looked jelly babies poking out randomly.

'What is it?' she asked suspiciously.

'My own creation,' said the Doctor proudly. 'Banana Jelly Baby Surprise.'

Donna looked disgusted. 'Here's a surprise for you!' she yelled and picked up the cake and shoved it in his face.

'Blimey!' yelled the Doctor, brushing crumbs out of his eyelashes. The cake lay on the floor, ruined. 'That's the last time I ever do anything for you!'

'You are hopeless!' roared Donna.

'What? I was just trying to help! Honestly, Donna, you are so ungrateful. I spent my whole afternoon working on that!'

Donna glared at him. 'I'm allergic to bananas, Spaceman.'

'You never told me that!'

'I told you yesterday!'

'Oh.' The Doctor was quiet. 'Sorry.' Then his face brightened. 'How about I make you another cake? Chocolate? You like chocolate, don't you? Well, you seem to, if the amount of chocolate biscuits you eat is anything to go by. I...'

The look Donna gave him could have made a Dalek wither.

'Or, maybe I'll just leave you alone,' the Doctor said, stepping towards the door. 'I'll leave you alone with you and your large box of fudge...'

Luckily, the aforementioned box of fudge hit the back of the door half a second after the Doctor walked through it.