"Will you walk the dog?"
"No, I will not walk the dog."
The hormonal changes had begun to affect Donna too, and their conversations had begun to circumnavigate.
"Why not? You want me to fix this don't you? Go walk the dog?"
"Where am I supposed to walk it to? Into a dark cave? I don't think so!"
"One, it's a he and two, walk him up and down there where the TARDIS is, throw his ball or something, I dunno, take him around the TARDIS... or something... use your imagination!"
"And why the hell are they here, they're just laughing at us!"
The Doctor's finger pointed towards the TARDIS, where Martha was making lunch, including using a doughnut machine the Doctor had recently fixed. She and Jack, who had ben called when one argument had got out of hand and the Doctor proceeded to chase Donna around with a water gun for four hours, playing a game of hide and seek in the TARDIS that UNIT would have been proud of as a reconnaissance mission. It took the two of them to get him off her, when he'd proceeded to pin her down and squirt the water gun in her mouth.
Having split them up, one of them had walloped Jack as hard as they could around the face and doused Martha in cold water, swearing loudly. Martha assumed it was the Doctor, as he was still worse off. She'd put some music on while he fixed the psychograft, and he calmed down somewhat, bobbing Donna's head along to the music, which Donna found highly irritating and watched him, scowling, admittedly not that much more herself.
"It's funny!" The Doctor replied, flashing Donna her own cheeky grin.
"D'you want doughnuts or not?"
"Bring it on!"
"You suck, this is all your fault!"
"Oh, that's helping, arse!"
"I'll walk the dog!" Martha appeared and handed them sandwiches.
"Chill out!"
"Easy for you!"
Martha sighed resignedly.
"Eat the sandwiches, the doughnuts are in a bag in the TARDIS, Jack is guarding them."
"Guarding them?"
"'You think you're funny? We're not bloody kids."
"Beg to differ. I'll walk the dog."
Martha ran for her life, and the Doctor growled loudly at her retreating figure.
Donna rolled his eyes.
"Oh, so you're a dog now?"
He just made a barking noise and continued too fiddle with wires.
-
A few hours later, they wandered back to the console room and proceeded to eat the doughnuts, arguing profusely, obviously.
Donna tried to take one the Doctor was holding; he didn't find it amusing and yelled loudly, making Donna jump and drop it.
"I HATE YOU!"
Martha watched them intently, thinking exactly what to say to avoid making it worse, but that seemed to be everything.
"YOU SUCK!"
Jack was also keeping a distance. Every time he approached them, he began to get comments about him being a sexist pig, in very loud voices, so he stayed back.
"YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!" Martha heard the Doctor's voice screech.
"STOP TOUCHING ME THEN!" came the reply.
"Take it we aren't getting any then?"
"Very likely to certain," replied Martha darkly.
"OI! WE CAN HEAR YOU YOU KNOW, MISS THING?" came the reply.
"OI! WHO'D D'YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO, SPACEMAN?"
"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, BIG MOUTH!"
Martha covered her face with her hands.
Jack smiled.
"It'll all be over soon, and they're not doing any harm. Well, serious harm-"
"OI! SMUG GIT!" The Doctor yelled. "YEAH, YOU, FACE OF BOE! BE QUIET!"
"This is rapidly becoming less and less amusing."
"WE CAN SEE HOW HARD THIS IS FOR YOU!" the Doctor retorted.
"YOU'RE UPSETTING PEOPLE, SHUT IT!"
"STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!"
"THEN STOP BEING A TIT, THEN!"
"He doesn't mean it," Martha said calmly. "It's just so loud! You can't reason with them when they're like this! I thought my mum and dad were bad enough! I'm going to bed, just leave them. I doubt they'll kill each other. You can't die, so you can keep watch, if you want."
"OH BLOODY HELL!"
"SEE, YOU'VE UPSET HER NOW!"
"OH, GET FU-"
Jack sighed.
"I KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! TYPICAL MAN!"
"How the hell would you know? Well, I'm not shagging anyone while I'm you, I draw the line there. I don't think Martha would appreciate the gesture!"
"Oh, ha, ha!"
-
None of them got much sleep. The Doctor spent a few more hours on the DIY psychograft. Donna fell asleep on the seat in the console room.
The shouting kept waking Martha up; she found Donna was interfering in the Doctor's repair job and he was distictly and excessively offended by her comment that he should just buy one, so he screamed and flounced away. Again.
"DRAMA QUEEN!"
-
Donna had hit a nerve. Twice. The next morning, he caught sight of Martha in her nightie, and had to turn away. He also couldn't bear being around Donna any more. The thought that she thought one could buy a psychograft easily made him want scream again. As did the frustration at how he reacted to Martha, but every time he tried to talk to anyone, he ended up making a huge fuss again, despite himself. This was why he'd been so awake, he could barely breathe from sobbing, both from the frustration and the shame, as well as cringing listening to someone else's expression of pain, coming from himself.
Martha put her arm around him and watched him intently. It was making him delirious and she could see it. She felt Donna's head. He didn't seem to be overheating at least.
She handed him a glass of water; he took it, and wandered out of the console room. Donna had fallen asleep on the seat again. As he walked past, he gave his own leg a hard kick.
The Doctor's head popped up, considered reacting, sighed wearily and slumped backwards again, not before giving her own back a rude hand gesture.
Martha knelt down and checked the Doctor's body aswell, it wasn't overheating either.
"He kicked me!" a voice said sadly in the darkness, like a child who'd been picked on.
"How close is he to fixing it?"
"How should I know, he won't tell me nothin'!" The Doctor's voice moaned.
"Me neither," Martha said gently. She patted the Doctor's hand softly and walked away.
For an hour it was calm, and then Jack walked past and woke Donna up, accidently, and got thumped again. He got thumped a second time by Martha who was very impressed with his common sense.