Title: The Face of Donna
Author: Mindy
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. If I did we wouldn't ever need another companion. Or another Doctor.
Spoilers: Nothing vital.
Summary: Ten/Donna. "Let's save your wiles for later."
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It was days later as they were casually cruising the 1800s, looking for a place to land, when Donna suddenly spoke up.
"Were you impugning my wiles?"
"What?" the Doctor knit his brow at her: "When?"
"Back at the jailhouse," she prompted, her tone accusatory: "You impugned my womanly wiles."
"I…impugned?" he stuck out his bottom lip: "That doesn't sound like something I'd do."
"Oh yes, it does," she huffed crankily.
"Donna, I assure you," the Doctor sighed as his mouth lifted in one corner: "I would never impugn any wiles of yours."
She rounded on him, her expression irate: "Are you saying I've got no wiles?!"
The Doctor looked utterly baffled: "Excuse me?"
"Are you saying," she pressed, her voice becoming shriller: "I haven't got wiles?"
"What?"
"'Cause I've got wiles," she insisted stubbornly.
The Doctor bobbed his head once: "I know you have."
Donna continued on regardless. "I've got wiles just like any other woman. I've got wiles like you've never seen, spaceman!" she informed him, clearly rankled: "Just 'cause you haven't seen 'em--"
"No, I've seen them," he assured her lightly. "Well, not all of them," he shrugged, then amended: "Some of them. I'm pretty sure I've witnessed some unmistakable wiles."
Donna threw her hands in the air: "You're doin' it again!"
His eyes widened innocently: "What am I doing?"
"Mocking my wiles," she grit, eyes sparking.
"I'm not, I swear, I'm not," he soothed, taking her by the shoulders. The Doctor smiled down at her wryly then added: "Believe me, love, you have womanly wiles you don't even know about."
Donna looked doubly offended: "What's that s'posed to mean?"
The Doctor's face lit up all of a sudden. "Like that!" he cried: "Right there!"
"What?!"
"That face!" he enthused, his eyes wide and dancing with delight.
Donna pulled back slightly: "What face? What're you taking about?"
"That face!" he insisted, scrutinising her features with relish: "That scrunchy, kinda angry rabbit face you do--"
Her eyes narrowed to two unimpressed slits: "I do wot?"
He was still smiling and ranting, now attempting to mimic her expression: "Your nose scrunches up and your freckles look like little whiskers and your eyes go all flaming. It's adorable. I love that face!"
"This face?" she hissed.
"That face," he grinned.
"You love," Donna seethed, emphasising each word: "this angry face?"
He nodded emphatically: "Love it!"
"My rabbit face?" she demanded, lips pursed tightly: "That's what you're calling it?"
He shrugged: "Well…"
"You know what?" she wagged her head, rolling her eyes and muttering: "You're nuts – officially. You're officially bonkers. I don't know why I even bother…"
The Doctor folded his arms over his chest, his gaze both rapt and impartial: "See, now, that face I'm not so fond of."
"Oh, shut it!"
The Doctor smiled, watching as Donna Noble stalked away. He'd always been a big fan of womanly wiles and, even after nine hundred odd years, they still worked a treat.
END.