A.N.: Alright. So I'm trying to make this a bit longer. And thanks so much to everybody who reviewed and followed!
"Doctor?" Donna asked leaning over the small figure. Was it really the Doctor, or was this some sick joke? "Hmm, what?" He said. He was a bit drowsy. They had to have drugged him or something. "What happened to you?" Donna asked. She was gonna ask questions. Lots of questions. "Doctor, you've shrunk," she told him. With that, he practically jumped in the air. "Shrunk? What do you mean shrunk?!" His voice was different. It was that weird squeaky thing only adolescent boys seemed to have. He looked down at himself and looked up at Donna. He had to move his eyeballs up to look at her. Not this. This couldn't be happening to him.
"Doctor," Donna said, "look at me. Do you know what happened to yourself? He kept looking at himself. Amazed that in this form he would be a "small fry." He was appalled by that question though. "Does it look like I know what happen!? Does it look like I remotely have a clue!?" He desperately wanted a mirror. He wanted to know what kind if creature they turned him into. "Oi! Don't yell at me like that!" He was frustrated by Donna's misunderstanding. The Doctor checked the pocket of his trench coat. Nothing. They took his sonic screwdriver. Bastards! And he didn't bring it out once in their short time of freedom. Now, how were they gonna get out now? "What?" Donna asked him, wondering why he looked in his pocket. "They took my sonic," he replied.
"Wait, you mean to tell mean they just took it?" He had it before they took him away! "You had it before! Why didn't you use it to get us out of here before...Before we could've gotten out of here!?" Donna was angry again. "I thought we could've negotiated and got us out that way!" Oh, but that original idea was ridiculous. And he knew it too.
"Do you have any idea in that giant head of yours how thick you sound!" These weren't exactly questions anymore. They were all of a sudden turning into statements in the form of languages. She knew he was being an idiot. She wasn't asking him if he knew. "I know, I know! If only I wasn't being such a close-minded arse and did the only thing that made the most sense!" Donna wanted to slap him. She probably wouldn't feel right with the idea that she smacked a 900 and something year old kid, but he was an adult before. She decided against it.
The arguing went on for a while longer, but then they just stopped. Donna still wanted nothing more than to yell and scream at the Doctor, but she knew her throat wouldn't be able to take much more. The same two Durholon officers showed up once again, but this time they brought Shamoff. They also had food. Shamoff went to the cell and knelt down. He made a gesture telling Donna to come over. The Doctor and her switched corners. "Are you ready to say sorry?" Shamoff asked. "For what?" Shamoff couldn't tell if she really didn't know or if she was just being difficult.
"For insulting me."
"Insulting you?!"
"You seem confused."
"You thought I was fat!"
"No no no. I thought you could have been fatter." Shamoff said this whilst grinning. He remained completely calm. Donna gave him a look. The "what-the-fuck-are-talking-about-shut-up-right-now" look. " You don't know do you?" She gave him the look again. "I want you to be my new wife!" Shamoff declared, smiling an almost sinister smile. The Doctor didn't like how that particular smile looked. He watched this conversation while picking at the pimples on the side of his head. His eyes widened at the word "wife," but clearly not as much as Donna's. This wasn't Mom And Dad Save The World. Far from it. They were both in deep shit. "Wife!" Donna exclaimed. "What the hell do you mean wife!"
"Well, I want t-" She cut him off. "No." She stood up and pointed her finger at him. "That's not gonna happen! Do you really think I would-No!" Shamoff stood up. He began to lead his two officers out of the room when a familiar whooshing sound could be heard. The Doctor stood up and walked to the other side of the cell, where Donna was, and watched the TARDIS materialize in the cell. "Oh thank God!" She exclaimed. The Doctor walked over to the doors of his time machine. He opened them with a feeling of joy. He walked in and Donna followed. "Oh wait!" The Doctor said, "Umm, Shamoff, do you happen to have my light-y buzzy thing?" Shamoff gave him a very confused look and then got a look of panic. His bride was going to leave him! "Hmm, guess not!" The Doctor said as he closed the doors of his blue box.
"What about your screwdriver?"Donna asked. "I'm working on it," he said. He was about to begin pulling levers and pushing buttons when he realized how the difference in his size was going to affect that. However, he managed. The TARDIS materialized in a white room with a metal table metal cabinet metal desk and a Durholon. The Doctor opened the doors to see the Durholon looking straight at him. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you had m- Oh! There it is!" He saw his screwdriver and went to reach for it when the alien stopped him. "Aren't you supposed to be in your cell?" Donna stepped out. "Excuse me, I was wondering about this..." She was going to attempt to distract him. The Doctor grabbed his sonic and put it in his pocket. The alien answered Donna's distraction question and she practically leapt away. "Okay, thanks!" She said. Her and the Doctor ignored the Durholon and went in the TARDIS and disappeared before he could even blink.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Donna asked, referring to his new form. He shrugged in response. He didn't know and he didn't want to think about it.
A.N.: Ok chapter 2! I liked writing this better than chapter 1. I think it's because I didn't have to write it three different times. Anyways, I'll try and update soon. And thanks again to everybody, glad you like it!