"Oh, will you smell that air. Grass, lemonade…and a hint of mint. Hmm, must be the nineteen twenties." The Doctor followed closely behind Donna and the Master as they stepped out of the TARDIS to see very green scenery.

"Don't tell me, you can tell what year it is just by smelling." Donna asked with her usual sass.

"My dear Donna you should never discredit our time lord sense of smell. It is quite impeccable." The Master replied. He immediately turned to Donna as the Doctor was distracted by the goings on of the sounds heard in front of them. "Although, you do know how the Doctor likes to pretend he's a know-it-all. It does best to humor him though. He gets grumpy when you don't."

As they walked closer to the source of the hustle and bustle, they could see a beautiful mansion accompanied by what looked like a very posh afternoon party. Though, of course, they would never call it as such.

"Never mind Planet Zog, a party in the nineteen twenties! I have to go change, come on guys." She shouted behind her as she made her way back to the TARDIS.
...

"Come on Master, let her change in peace." The Doctor stood at the doorway motioning for the Master to follow him out.

"But I want to change clothes too. Plus I want to see what you have here in the wardrobe, for future reference." He replied, studying the clothes item by item on the rack in front of him.

"Fine, but hurry up. We're missing all of the good social opportunities." The Doctor turned to walk out of the TARDIS and closed the door shut. From the corner of his eye, the Master could see Donna reappear, the material on her dress glinting slightly in the green glow of the console. "You look ravishing, m'darling." He commented.

"Why thank you, good sir." She held out her hand for him to lead her down the steps and settled at the bottom. "But I feel like something needs to be done about my hair. Like it should be up or something, I don't know. Were you going to change?" She asked him, looking in the mirror to try out different hairstyles on top of her head.

"I was, but I can help you with your hair if you'd like." Donna broke her gaze from the mirror and turned to look at the Master. "Oh would you? That'd be wonderful, thanks. I would ask the Doctor, since he always seems to be keen on touching my hair for some reason, but I'd rather not trust him with an actual hairstyle yet." She sat herself down in a chair placed in front him.

"Well, as I'm sure you know, he does have a fascination with gingers. And your hair is very pretty." He began to gather hair pins and head bands to see which would suit her outfit the best. "In fact, it reminds me of the grass." He began to absentmindedly run fingers through her hair.

"Maybe it's just a side effect of that noise in your head but last I checked, grass is green." She replied in typical Donna fashion. The Master chuckled.

"Not this grass. The grass of back home. The tall, red blades of grass that we would get lost in, sometimes on purpose, the grass that we would run in, calling up to the universe, the grass that we would lie in after the suns set and we didn't want to go back to our houses. Huh. I finally understand now why he loves gingers." The Master continued working on Donna's hair.

"How is it? The sound in your head. Is it getting any better?" She asked after a long moment of silence and staring at the hairstyling process in the mirror.

"It comes and goes. I do have to say though, having these adventures does help get my mind off of it for a while."

"Do you ever regret coming with the Doctor?"

"Do you? Where is this coming from?" He stopped on her hair for a brief second before he realized that he would lose all of his work if he did, so he continued. "You know as well as I do that I didn't have a choice in coming with him."

"But you stayed."

"That I did, Miss Noble. Where exactly is this conversation headed?"

"Nowhere." After a pregnant pause, she spoke up again. "I don't regret it. The Doctor can be a bit much sometimes, but he makes it all worth it in the end."

The Doctor burst through the door. "Donna, Master, please. How long can it take-" He paused as he caught sight of Donna. "You're doing her hair?! Why do you never let me do your hair? This isn't fair, Master you know how much I've wanted this opportunity, at least let me finish it." He moved closer to the pair of them before being stopped by a one handed Master, the other hand holding up a piece of hair.

"Nuh-uh-uh. I am almost finished here and I don't want you messing anything up. And with that-" the Master set the finishing touch to her hairdo, "-your look is complete." Donna smiled at her reflection in the mirror, admiring the Master's work. The Doctor had already grumbled out the TARDIS door when Donna turned to look at him. "Well, I better go appease him. You should get dressed. We'll see you out in a few." She turned and was out the door.
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"I just don't understand why you never let me do your hair yet you trust the Master." The Doctor was whining in a lowered tone of voice when the Master appeared from the TARDIS. He was wearing a light brown vest with matching trousers and a striped, off-white shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves with a deep brown tie that brought his look together. He was holding a hat in his hand that he promptly placed on his head.

"I was thinking maybe the hat is too much. What about you?" He asked.

"I think it's lovely, don't you agree Doctor?" Donna turned to a Doctor whose gaze would not leave the figure of the other man standing with them. "Doctor?"

"Hmm?" His gaze was broken after a couple of moments. He turned to look Donna in the eyes. "Don't you think he looks handsome?" She asked again.

The Doctor grinned and turned back to the Master. "Very." The Master ducked his head to hide the oncoming blush.

"Now come on." Donna held out her arms in hooks for the two men to link with. "Let's get those cocktails." Their arms linked and off they went.