A/N: This is just a random little ditty I wrote for school. ^.^ Maybe if enough people request it, I'll write about what happened before this argument. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I do not claim to own Doctor Who, or make profit from this fanfiction. DW belongs to the BBC.
He suspects that he may have done something wrong in telling her the truth.
"Oi! I can't believe you did that to me!" She growls at him and puts her hands on her hips. "You swore you'd tell me the truth, and you didn't!"
"I can explain—ow!" he yelps. Her hand has made contact with his cheek, leaving a bright red mark. "That hurt! What is it with women and slapping me? First it was Jackie, then Martha's mum, then you—"
She snaps her fingers and he shuts up. "You're talking too much about the wrong things!" With a finger pointed at the floor, she tosses her long, red hair and scowls at him. "Start explaining!"
Oh, how he wants so badly to be ginger. He would give anything to be ginger—and now the perfect companion has been practically dropped in on him, and here she is complaining about something small and insignificant. They could be off getting ginger hair dye if it weren't for this. "Well," he starts, "I didn't really mean to…"
"You didn't mean to?" she screeches. "You're a down right obnoxious uncaring bloke, you are! Explanation! Now!"
"You sound like a dalek," he dared.
Honestly, he thinks to himself, face-down on the floor, he should really learn not to provoke her like that. "Um," he said. His voice sounded muffled, even to him. "I swear, it's nothing big… Just that we accidentally ran into your, um, mother. Years before you were born. Years!" he protested, lifting his head off the floor. "Years!"
She glared at him. "That's no reason for shoving her out of the way and lying to me about why we couldn't stay! It was the beach, for—"
"Paradox, Donna! Those are bad!" She stomps off through the Tardis, and the last words he can hear from her are, "So much for trusting you!"
He watches her bemusedly. This happens regularly. He will still be waiting by the consol when she comes back in ten minutes, wanting to go to Barcelona or some such place. Probably the beach again. He will have to make sure his dates are right this time.