Chapter 7: Adorable

A/N: So this is it :3 Final chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it, all of your comments meant & mean soo much to me :) I'm really glad you accepted me in this community of 10/Donna fans (especially since I'm having language troubles). Please have a lot of fun while reading ~ I promise this won't have been my last story 3

Also special thanks to a friend of mine, Anissa, she helped me while I was stuck in my writer's block ;*


-Donna-

Donna searched through her drawer for a new bra. She needed a comfortable one since she planned this shopping trip to take some time. The good thing about her former shock was that now she was wide awake again. She felt pretty silly however, how could she have thought that the drugs could do something like this to the Doctor?

She smirked, poor Timeboy, hopefully this would have been the last time she let something like this slip, otherwise things could become really odd.

She put a greenish bra on and checked her reflection. Who was she to need a drug to hook a bloke up? Well, maybe no skinny, oblivious alien, but someone nevertheless. Not that it wouldn't have amused her to find out what the Doctor was like when he... had the hots for someone. Not her of course! But anyone – just to see what he would be like.

When he was talking about a certain former companion he maybe had feelings for, he appeared nearly... melancholic, even when talking about their happy days together. 'Sober' was the word Donna would chose to describe his attitude, but passionate? Far from it!

Knock-knock-knock. Donna winced like a child who'd been caught while saying something nasty. She turned around to her door - the Doctor? Was he suddenly in a hurry for the hat-planet or had he somehow picked up her imagination? But that was ridicules! He would never invade her privacy like that and overhear her thoughts (though he likely was able to).

"Doctor?" Donna finally called and his voice answered "can I come in?"

"You can't be serious!" she replied surprised "I'm just in my undies!"

A short silence followed, than another knocking, heavier this time. "Donnaaa!"

Bewildered by the tone of his voice, Donna made some steps back from the door. He sounded just like when she'd kept this drink out of his reach earlier on the party; frustrated and slightly longing. "Wh-what's wrong?" Donna tried to figure out what could have happened that the Doctor would want her to open the door even if nearly naked; it must be something urgent, of that Donna was sure.

Once again he knocked, more banged, his hand against her door. "Ok, gimme a second!" Donna called worried and reached for her Jersey to put at least anything on, fortunately it nearly reached down to her knees; then she unlocked the door.

When she pushed the handle down the door instantly swung open and the Doctor stumbled in like he'd been leaning against the door. "What's wrong?! What has happened?" blimey she didn't even know if it was something out there they hid from, or if it was something dangerous in here they should flee from, so she just stood there with the open door in her hand and looked at the Doctor who seemed kinda puzzled, like he wasn't fully sure how he'd gotten here.

"Donn-a", he straightened up against after he'd virtually fallen into her room and now spoke as slow as he hadn't just been trying to break through her door. "Yes, my name, what's going on?"

"I'm... not sure", he admitted and put on a doubtful look and slightly rubbed his neck. "Not sure? Seconds ago you sounded like you're about to die if I wouldn't open that flippin' door and now you're not sure?!" Donna threw an angry glare at him and wrapped her Jersey closer around her body; the Doctor's eyes were following her moves carefully.

"Are you trying to get around the planet of hats? Well, this won't work, I..." Donna watched how the Doctor silently formed 'planet of hats' with his lips like it was some kind of dim memory. "Yes planet of hats! You said it's ok we'd go there", Donna explained – what was wrong with him?

"Doesn't sound like me", the Doctor finally mumbled and lowered his hand, what was this in his eyes? "Taking me on a journey doesn't sound like you?" Donna wondered and crossed her arms in front of her chest. He nodded assuring "why should I take you there? All your attention would go to the hats; not like me at all."

Donna eyed him over, if she wouldn't know him so well she'd sworn he was drunk. Blabbering all kinds of weird stuff, agitated moves and fretful look like he couldn't get himself to look her in the eyes. "What has happened?" Donna asked suspiciously. "Huh?" he glanced up at her, but this only supported Donna's impression something was wrong with him. "You don't look well", gently she laid her hands on his arms but he battered them away and backed off. "What?!" Donna wondered.

"No touching!" he declared "this is a protected area, ok?" The Doctor drew an invisible square around himself into the air "no touching and we'll be fine."

'He has lost his mind, outright and plainly lost his mind' Donna really wanted to comfort him, but this wasn't exactly easy while he kept pretending she was poisonous. "Ok, fine, I won't touch you, but Doctor, what is wrong? Can I help you?"

"Just, stay away, ok? I thought I could control it but well" he laughed dryly and pointed at himself "obviously I can't!" Donna finally understood what was wrong, he was angry at her. Of course, he minded all the things she had made him do and maybe was afraid what else she'd ask of him!

"Oh Doctor, I'm sorry! I maybe overdid the hole 'list'-thing, we can stop now, ok?"

"Yes!" he nodded and still seemed fretful "why did you ask something like this, huh? Couldn't you have watched out a little more? I can't even be properly angry with you, like this!"

"Like this?" What had it been that got him so out of his mind? This didn't sound like he was mad about the task anymore; it was something more to it. "With these things in my head!" he growled and tore his hair. "The Thralties?!" Donna gasped and finally understood why he behaved like he was drunk "you never mentioned side effects!" Donna made a step up to hug him, then remembered his no-touches-rule and stopped herself.

"C-can I do anything to make it better?" she asked "maybe a tea or anything?"

"Stop being protective!" he shouted at her and Donna watched him scared. He'd barely ever shouted at her, but this time he seemed unable to stop like it was some kind of abatement for whatever he suffered from. "Stop trying to help me, stop asking stuff, just go away, please!"

With a pale face Donna turned away and rushed out of her bedroom. He really could be terrifying if he wanted to, but this wasn't the reason why Donna speeded down the corridors; it was the reason why she shook though. Something was wrong, horribly wrong and whatever it was had something to do with this cussed chemicals. Donna jerked a door open and entered the medical bay; wonderful TARDIS! She knew exactly what Donna needed! Even this small amount of support helped Donna to calm down – there should be anything against Thralties... right?

Donna started searching through every drawer, every cupboard and every bag she could find – the problem was that she wouldn't recognize the remedy even if she held it right in her hands and slowly this dawned on her. With wet eyes Donna sat down on the bed in the middle of this room; she could have hit herself. Pushing the Doctor into such a situation without knowing its risks or a way to help him, why hadn't she wasted a thought on this?!

Footsteps. The steady sound of footsteps approaching pulled Donna back into reality. This was the Doctor! Maybe he knew a cure for this drug and came to the med-bay to help himself! Donna stood up when the door got pushed open.


-The Doctor-

When the Doctor opened the door Donna jumped up "I just came to get find something to help!" she excused "I'll go away if you want to be alone, just find me when you're better, ok?"

"I don't want to be alone, stay."

Donna gave him a doubtful look "I'm sorry, I haven't expected this chemical to hurt you...", she broke off under tears. "I know... I found a way to deal with it, don't worry." The Doctor closed the door behind him.

"But it's my fault!" she sobbed "you've every right to be mad with me."

The Doctor gave her a touched smile and drew her into a hug. "I shouldn't have shouted at you. I was just fighting this drug and took it out on you. I'm sorry." He meant what he said and patted Donna's back with a happy smile. "You're not angry with me?" Donna sniffed and he replied "of course not. How could I be angry with my adorable companion?"

Donna sniffed again, audibly, and drew back – the Doctor reluctantly allowed it. "So you're ok now?" Donna asked, looking him over. "Yes, it's actually easy to deal with Thralties once you got how they work." The ginger nodded like she didn't care as long as he was ok – and he was ok, actually more than ok with her around.

They hugged each other again and when Donna glanced up at him, she mumbled "maybe we should go to bed, though... This has been one shock too many and I won't risk another one, planet of hats can wait."

"Sounds like a good plan" he wiped his hand over her wet cheek and pulled her close to press lips against hers. Donna made a protesting, somewhat muffled noise and with her hands on his chest she pushed him away to arms-length. "What?!" she gasped starring at him. "What?" he wondered puzzled. "What the hell was this?"

"It's called 'kissing' in most cultures."

"I know what it's called, I want to know why it happened?!" her voice was nearly a shriek while she was this angry, oh he admired her temper! "But it was your idea to go to bed, or not?"

"But I wasn't talking about together!" Donna's anger mixed with confusion, she really didn't see while he acted like this, the Doctor knew he had to show her he was serious. Once again he kissed her and made sure to hold her tight. She struggled but pretty fast she started replying the kiss and her delicate fingers found their way into his hair. He groaned and lifted her up, in next to no time they were lying on the med-bed, eagerly lost in their kiss.

Oh, this was good! Why had he waited until now to do it? It felt like he was finally able to scratch a very annoying itch, everything he needed was Donna. His hands seemed to have caught this idea because they just found their way down from Donna hair – Rassilon, all this wonderful red! – to her Jersey and almost tore it open. Panting Donna dropped her head onto the bed, fragile humans without their respiration-bypass ran really easily out of oxygen, but this was just another of her features he adored.

"Not complaining", Donna started breathy "just, what's this all of a sudden?"

"Sudden?" the Doctor smiled, while he was highly enjoying his current sight. "It took me pretty long concerning how wonderful you are." He kissed her neck firmly just to continue his journey downwards. "You think I'm wonderful?" Donna asked amused like he'd told her he liked her because she was purple.

"Most wonderful - and spirited - and oh – so - adorable", with every word the Doctor planted a kiss further down on her soft skin. "Oh!" she gasped and her hand dug into his hair again. First he thought Donna wanted to get him to the point she mostly needed him at, but then she slowly pulled him up to look at her. "What did you say?" she asked softly and something very scared lay in her eyes. "I've been complimenting you, you'll get used to it" he smiled, this conversation was certainly nice but he had found something even better to do with his mouth; Donna didn't let go of him though.

"Doctor, tell me… is the TARDIS red?", Donna's eyes scanned his face worriedly. The Doctor frowned "yes…", whatever Donna had wanted to hear from him that wasn't it. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, they were shimmering from tears. "You're not in control of the Thralties" she declared with a heavy voice "it's the other way round."

"Don't you think I'd know if this would happen against my will?" he asked, if he had been honest he didn't waste a thought on this, he just wanted to continue what they had begun. "No", Donna had to push hard against his shoulders to sit up "this drug still has a lock on you and that's my fault! You remember I let 'adore me' slip?"

"Yes, but…"

"No 'but', I'm an idiot that it took me this long to see you're not yourself", Donna got up from the bed and turned away to leave. "Donna!" he called shocked, no! No, no! If she left they wouldn't be able to continue this!

"Don't you want to go to bed?" she asked teary and without waiting for an answer she left the room. This was a clear question and he couldn't say no, but he couldn't to go to bed either; he wouldn't be able to adore her there – the resolution was easy, first finish adoring her and then go to bed.


-Donna-

Donna closed the door to her room behind her and stood there, with her head propped against the cool wood and tried to stop crying. She was mostly crying of anger, anger about herself. She had actually replied his actions, only that she wasn't influenced by drugs she was just horribly daft! Donna turned so she faced the door, not that it mattered she hadn't bothered to switch the light on.

For some seconds she'd believed... she wasn't even sure what she'd believed. He just had surprised her and she'd grabbed the chance. When had she started fancying him? She just knew that she did and that it had been strong enough to get her blind about how weird he had behaved.

Donna sighed, her voice seemed calm again but her face was still wet. If that weren't bad enough, tomorrow she'd have to face him again and she would have to explain him why on earth she had let him go this far! She banged her head against the door once – would this be enough of a reason for him to send her back to Chiswick? Even if not, wouldn't things get all weird between the both of them, now that she was this obviously into him?

At least the Doctor would be in bed now, maybe he had some healing sleep and would get this drug out of his system – Donna doubted she could go to sleep anytime soon. She was much too angry, too scared and too... ok she was aroused! Seconds ago she had been thrown on a bed and snogged; she couldn't blame herself for that.

The ginger sighed and decided that she could as well get another cuppa. She just slipped into her pyjamas (her Jersey still lay on the floor in the med.-bay and she wouldn't return there too soon) and left her room.

The lights within in the TARDIS were pleasantly dimmed and for a couple of soothing moments Donna believed the ship had done this to enable her and the Doctor some hours of sleep. The moment the control room came into Donna's sight she knew that sleep was still far far away. A warm orange crown of light welcomed her and as she entered the room Donna felt like laughing and ranting at the same time.

The light in the control room was dimmed, too; just that it was orange and all in all the whole room seemed kinkily fluffy – yup, these things lying everywhere were pillows; for sure. Donna was sure she could even spot some flowers attached to the walls. On top of all this the Doctor was standing in the middle of this bizarre scenery, doing his most suggestive eyebrow-waggle, to further support Donna's impression this could as well have been an image out of one of her crazy eat-too-much-before-sleeping dreams.

Yup, Donna couldn't really decide between laughing and shouting. For a second she felt she'd burst out into giggling – the Doctor look just so misplaced in the middle of this pretend-erotic room. Just like he'd looked up how such a room actually should look like and mixed it up with his own ideas of what humans may like (something, Donna reason later, wasn't all unlikely) and now he watched Donna expecting – proud with his work.

Then Donna pulled herself together and frustration and worry helped her to snub "just what is that?!" She knew she sounded as angry as she felt sorry, but if she would allow the things from the med.-bay to happen again, she just would have to feel even sorrier. So this drug made him like her? Then it would be her pleasure to be the most nasty, hard-to-adore person he'd ever met, for the sake of their friendship.

"I just thought..." he started but Donna cut him off "that's the problem Doctor. You're not thinking at all, not at the moment at least!" She'd wiped this indecent smile off of his face, a decent start so far. "Did I do anything... why are you this angry?" he asked carefully and Donna took her chance. "Because I'm a very angry person! Always have been. That makes me really no good lover for a nice bloke like you, so forget about all the 'adoring' and just get some sleep."

It took Donna aback how reluctantly her tongue had formed those words, but actually they were no lie. If she just took this evening she'd given him nothing but trouble, peaking in this odd scenario. Donna looked at the Doctor again. He leaned against the control panel like a scolded boy and for a moment Donna believed she'd succeeded. "You really are angry... often", the Doctor admitted and Donna nodded eagerly trying to help him out of this situation, but still heavy hearted. "However, I am no normal 'bloke'" he explained and looked up at Donna with a dark look that had so few of his usual childlike innocence.

"And this feature of you, you call 'anger' looks a lot more like 'temper' to me."

"Splitting hairs", Donna declared persistent but this change of his mood made it even harder for her. It was one thing to be strict and angry with him when he was euphoric or sheepish, but right now he seemed calm and determined and this interfered with her knowledge that he was drugged and not responsible for his actions – unfortunately this knowledge was her only reason to keep repelling him.

"Not at all! It makes a world of difference, because your temper is something very appealing. But you actually know that don't you?"

By this time the Doctor had crossed the distance between them and looked at her equally set and fond. "So the question is... why do we keep chatting about things both of us know, while we could do something much more pleasing?"

Donna plugged up enough courage to look at him, though she carefully stepped back at the same time. "Because you're drugged", she replied plainly and kept walking backwards. "Not overly", he replied and followed her in the same speed. "Then let's postpone this to tomorrow", once again: Donna didn't exactly lie, tomorrow would be compatible with her conscience.

"But I'm impatient", he smiled. Donna would have been happy that his tone was back to the normal friendly way, if her back hadn't met the wall next to the corridor. All means of escape blocked with the Doctor right in front of her. "Give me one reason not to do it", he waited just for a second before he brought his mouth to hers. "You're drugged", Donna answered into his mouth but he just grinned and kept kissing her and Donna stopped objecting.

During the next few minutes Donna inwardly thanked the Doctor for padding the consol room out like this. He seemed to put this much effort into the kiss that they could impossibly stay in the middle of the room, so within next to no time her back seem to have met every wall, pole or monitor there was.

Struggling was useless as long as the Doctor was this overwhelmed, or maybe overwhelming, likely a bit of both. So Donna just did her best not to suffocate and get fully lost in him. How she had finally guided the two of them out into the corridor was beyond her, but finally they left the thick orange light behind and spiralled through the darkness of the corridor that was just disturbed by sparks of light reflecting maybe on a metallic wall or the Doctor's eyes. It felt a little bit like the dance they had have on this ball – this daft ball! It seemed so long ago.

Donna gasped as the Doctor propped her up against a wall, with his hands far up her thighs. Donna tried to hold onto his neck but this wouldn't be much facilitation for him; how could a skinny bloke like him be that strong?! At least about this he'd been serious, not less about how determined he was; he seemed about to do it right here in the middle of the corridor. It was not like anyone could watch them but Donna just sent a silent whish to the TARDIS, hoping the old lady would understand in what kind of situation she was. Then she reached out her and found a door handle.

The Doctor pulled away and Donna sucked in some air into her empty lungs. He grinned and pulled her with him into the freshly discovered room. Without giving Donna much time to recover he buried his hand deep in her hair and hungrily sucked her neck. Trembling, Donna felt around for the light switch – after some very claiming moments the room finally went bright.

"Bathroom?" the Doctor wondered, he seemed surprised enough to stop eating her up for a second. "You mind?" Donna asked breathy and earned a smug grin "no, course not." He couldn't trick her; even he was short of breath. 'At least a little triumph tonight', Donna thought bitterly and kissed him. He stood there and allowed Donna to control the tempo for the moment.

This was insane, if Donna wouldn't have known he was drugged she wouldn't have believed it. She'd seen people on a party taking drugs when she was younger – around 19 maybe and it had crept her out. This wasn't like getting drunk, slowly and funny maybe, it had happened fast and the people had changed while being on their trip. The bloke she was dating back then, oh, what was his name again? Dean! Yeah, Dean, who had never even raised his voice against her, had slapped her right in the face.

This was different, this drug drove the Doctor nuts (no doubt about this), but in a calm way that would have fooled anyone. Donna had cupped his face with her hands and gently pulled him with her until her back met the cool tiles between the basin and the shower.

The good thing was that Donna knew he was drugged, so being fooled was no option. Donna reached out her hand into the shower. But as long as he was this passionate, struggling was no option either. The only option left for Donna was the same she'd had back then with Dean. She closed her hand around the shower head and in a wink she clicked the cold water on and aimed the water jet right at the Doctor.

The sound of shock escaping his mouth left no doubt for Donna that the water was more than cold and when she switched it off again the Doctor looked like a fish who'd just escaped the water – soaking and gasping for air. "What was that?!" he exclaimed and shook his head, sprinkling Donna who handed him a towel.

"Something you'll thank me for tomorrow. Now go to bed Doctor; really." Donna left the poor Spaceman back in the bathroom without waiting for his next answer. She wasn't sure how much his unintended shower had woke him up, but it was certainly better for him if she didn't wait with him to find it out.

The good thing about cold showers were that they often were the fastest way to kill impropriate needs and now that Donna thought about it, she could use one as well before going to bed.


-The Doctor-

The remaining night the Doctor sat at the kitchen table and pouted. He wasn't sure when, but sometime after these 12 hours must have past his pouting changed into a feeling of guilt and finally horrible embarrassment. As soon as he felt like dying for what had happened he knew he had gotten rid of this bleeding chemical and earned a fine headache instead – either because of his struggle against the Thralties or maybe because, as soon as he clearly understood what had happened, he kept hitting the table with his forehead.

With a deep sigh he finally rested his sore head on the tabletop. "Doctor...?" a careful voice sounded from the kitchen door. "Hm-hm" he mumbled without raising his head – he really couldn't look at Donna right now.

"You're okay?" she seemed to walk over to him and finally he glanced up with a 'make a guess'-look. With a caring smile Donna sat down at the table. The Doctor plugged up all courage he had left and began "Donna, I'm sorry" right at the moment Donna forced a "Doctor, I'm sorry" out of her mouth.

Both knitted their eyebrows and wondered "you?" in sync. "Ok, you first", Donna decided to stop this. The problem was he had no clue what to say... He was sorry, so good so far, but did he really have to get lost in details? He took a breath, well if this was his punishment he'd have to weather it out. "I lost control, I acted absolutely inappropriate towards you and I really don't know how to make up for it", he plainly declared, but Donna snorted objecting. "You? I couldn't keep my mouth shut and put you into this situation!"

"You're not mad?" the Doctor wondered honestly surprised "course not, dumbo" Donna replied like this was obvious. "Not even a bit?" he dug deeper, could he really be that lucky?

"No!" Donna assured "if someone's got the right to be mad, then it's you." She lowered her gaze guiltily "thanks to me you had to do all this things to me."

The Doctor smiled widely, this took a load off his mind, he half had expected Donna to appear with her bags already packed and now she wasn't even angry.

"You're very cross with me?" Donna asked sheepishly and the Doctor straightened up, still happy about this release. "Nah, not at all. First time dealing with mentally-influencing-chemicals is always tricky – nothing serious happened, so stop pulling a long face."

"Nothing serious? What could have been worse than making you wanna do something like this with me?!" Donna wondered angry about herself. Slowly the Doctor doubted this subject was already over. "It really sounds too dramatic if you say it like this", he tried to sooth her but Donna snubbed back like she wanted to take all the anger about herself out on him: "I don't make it sound dramatic enough! Did you ever thought what could have possibly happened if the TARDIS hadn't supplied me with cold water?"

"But...", the Doctor didn't understand why she kept harping on this if she wasn't angry with him... Did she really believe he minded the past happenings this much? Finally Donna sighed "look at me. I try to apologize and end up ranting at you, sorry for that. I'll make sure not to get you in such nasty situations again."

The Doctor frowned while Donna stood up, about to leave the kitchen. "Nasty?" he wondered and added mumbling "wouldn't have been the words I choose."

"Being forced to kiss someone you don't fancy? That's actually very nasty", Donna objected and the Doctor got the vague feeling she wasn't talking about her experience of the last night. "You think it was nasty for me?" he glared at her, when exactly had he become the victim of the past night? As far as his memory worked he'd been the one tongue-attacking her.

"Yeah, that's what I just apologized for", Donna agreed with a heavy voice – was she about to cry? "W-ait, Donna! Now let me get this right: You didn't force me to..."

"Of course!" Donna interrupted him "I couldn't keep my big mouth shut and accidentally ask you to...", now she was really crying and the Doctor helplessly watched his companion blame herself for something she wasn't to blame for... not as much as she thought, though. "Donna, you remember what I told you about this certain drug?" he carefully started, not sure how much he had to say to make her feel better... and not sure if he'd dare to go all the way.

"You told me a lot", she sniffed. "Right, about the deep routed beliefs?" he helped and Donna nodded. "Yeah, the chemical can't interfere with these, blah blah – why?"

'Blah, blah', her word choice made it hard for the Doctor to believe he was really about to say something like that – this would get things so much more difficult than he wanted them to be, but should he just stand there and watch Donna blame herself?

"So whatever happened wasn't fully enfor..."

"I saw you struggling against it, it was!" Donna objected and he inwardly begged she'd let him finish at least one sentence – this was not easy. "Why do you still don't get me?!" roughly he ruffled his hand through his hair "everything you said was 'adore'." He gave her his most meaningful look, hoping she would finally understand what he was pointing out. Donna slowly blinked her tears away, she glanced doubtfully at him "...so?"

She carefully dug deeper and the Doctor growled "for Rassilon's sake. 'Adore' means nothing else than like very much! Whatever else happened last night was just what I made of this 'liking'."

"You..." Donna tried to understand what he couldn't get out straight. "You mean you weren't... but when I... you were..."

He blinked, he understood countless languages but this sentence didn't make much sense to him, Donna's look brightened however like she'd finally figured it out. "But it wouldn't have happened without the drug, would it?" she wondered and the Doctor admitted hesitantly "no... likely it wouldn't have gone this far."

"How far are we talking about then?" Donna asked and the Doctor, who really hated this conversation in which he felt like a complete fool (no feeling he often had while talking) simply stepped closer to her and brushed his lips over hers. He glanced nervously at her then and Donna darted her tongue over her lips like to check whether he deserved a punch or not. "I think that's developable", she decided and the Doctor's eyebrows darted up "'developable'? That's it?"

"Well, it was pretty short compared to last night", Donna mocked and the Doctor happily accepted this challenge. "Don't blame me when you get what you ask for", he warned and Donna smiled "I grew used to this rule by now."


A/N 2: Done :) My first 10/Donna FF is finished; do I have to mention it was a great fun? Because it certainly was ^-^ I hope it was a little bit like what you hoped it would be. I'm sorry I couldn't include something more. I wanted to, but with all the drugs it would have verged too much onto non-con and this was something I wanted to avoid in a fluff/humour FF.