Hello again! Thank you for reading, whoever you are. I wish that more people had read and reviewed the prologue, but hey! You can't have everything. But guys, if you read this, please please please tell me what you think! I don't care what it is, except if it is a vulgar chain letter thing which someone did. It's the very first review :( So even if you hate it, tell me how to make it better!
P.S. I decided to make it Donna, because it would be funnier. Pardonnez-moi in advance for any OOC (Out Of Character, for those who don't know, hey it can happen, I just found out what it means today) moments. And I just know it's gonna happen. Hopefully I will be done with the fic by the time Season 4 airs (at least for you guys in the UK), so you won't have the chance to yell.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I possess, hold, have, be in possession of, be the owner of, have possession of, or any other synonym of "own," Doctor Who. That sounded really weird. You get the message though, right? Good.
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"But I don't understand why we need to go to a drug store!"
Donna threw her hands into the air and sighed. "Look, Doctor. I'm not gonna try and explain it to you again. If you didn't get it last time, you're not gonna get it this time."
She bit into the fluffy cupcake she was holding savagely, savoring its sweetness. "Mmmmm, that's good."
Annoyed, he leaped out of the captain's chair and came over to her resting place, the hammock that she had strung between two of the TARDIS supports. "C'mon, Donna. Try me."
Biting her lip slightly, she stared up at the ceiling in thought. How was she going to explain to this dense male alien every female's worst nightmare? "Okay," she began slowly, "every month, we ladies go through this thing, okay? It has to do with having kids."
The Doctor nodded seriously. Time and time again, his companions had experienced this phenomenon, and every time he had suffered for it. Martha hadn't been too bad, Rose had been awful, and Donna… to put it lightly, a living nightmare. Susan and Romana had never complained of anything, but the other, human ones, once a month, had changed drastically. They were moody, tired, hungry, snappish, lazy, sensitive, pushy, whiny, had odd cravings, stayed in bed, and went to the loo a lot. He tried to understand, he really did. But this was the first time he had actually ventured to ask.
She swung back and forth uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to explain the next bit. "Yeah, so we have this thing, er, every month, and we kind of get weird. For a few days, not very long. And we also need, er… feminine supplies from the shop." Another piece of the sugary dessert disappeared down her throat.
"What kind of… feminine supplies?" he asked innocently, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to her.
"Do I gotta go into detail?" she sighed, staring at him meaningfully and devouring the remainder of her cupcake.
Blushing violently, he snapped upright and headed for the console. "Okay, okay. I've heard enough."
"Good." She groaned and tumbled out of the hammock. "Remind me to buy more cupcakes when we get there." A pained gasp sounded as she did. "And Advil. Lots and lots of Advil."
"If you say so," the Doctor muttered, peering intently at the monitor. "Where to?" he asked distractedly.
Still sitting on the floor, Donna spun her head in a flash. "Weren't you listening?" she snapped irritably. "Drug store?"
"Oh…yeah, right. Sorry, er…yeah."
"Spastic little…" She continued her rant with a string of muttered expletives.
Still flushed red, the Time Lord fiddled with a knob on one of the TARDIS's many control panels. A high-pitched, whistle, like that of a boiling kettle, was emitting blaringly from the tiny speakers. The pitch rose to screeching heights, then plummeted down to the lowest bass like a rocket.
"That's not right..." he mumbled, frowning even harder.
"What's'matter?" Donna asked irritably, pushing herself up from the floor and coming over to the Doctor. "Just looks like an airplane to me. Lots of pointless buttons and an in-flight telly." She gestured to the tiny screen. "You got peanuts as well?"
"Actually, yes. But we'll get to that later. First we need to deal with this." A useless point at the monitor accompanied his words.
She gave him the most condescending look she could manage. "And what would this be?" she inquired, voice dripping in thick, sticky sarcasm.
"I'm not sure, really. Doesn't look like anything I've ever seen. But whatever it is, we're headed straight for it."
No matter what, Donna would never understand the Doctor's way of thinking. 'Okay, we're headed for this huge, unstable asteroid, but don't worry!' 'Isn't fiddling with explosives fun?' 'I've always wanted to tickle a Yamankanian Poison Oceaton!' His apparent apathy toward potentially life-threatening situations never ceased to amaze her, and she had only been with him for a little more than two weeks. 'How can you be so… not caring?' she asked him almost every time, but he always answered with one of his signature silly grins and raced off to save a planet, or a space station, or whatever happened to be threatened at the time.
"I might be wrong here, but if you are something over nine hundred years old, and we are encountering something you have never seen, shouldn't we not be heading straight for whatever it is?"
He looked at her, a bewildered expression on his face. "Why would you say that?" asked the Doctor, pure innocence written on his face. "Let's go have a look!" And, grinning with dimpled cheeks, he sprinted energetically toward the door, just as she knew he would.
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Yay! An update! This chappy, upon reading it again, could have been a stand-alone oneshot, couldn't it? Yeah, it could. It really had nothing to do with the plot, just some expository blabber. Whatever, it's all good in da hood.
Apologies again to anyone who thinks Donna is too OOC. Please tell me if she is, and if she is perfect, tell me that too. I need your opinions, people! I really do care!
