Author's Note: Warning! Another M rated chapter ahead!

The Doctor sighed and ruffled his hair. "Think, come on think", he whispered to himself.

The calm environment was comforting. Well, at least as much comforting as a public toilet could be.
The Doctor was cold and he was desperate.
But most of all he was tired. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep, not since the incident with the car…
The Doctor shivered, thinking about it. No, there had to be another option. Just another... way.

One thing, though, puzzled him.
He didn't remember spending all the money but somehow he had ended up broke again.
Well at least he was at a relatively warm place right now and could plan his next steps.

His hands patted his pockets for his glasses automatically.
Strange, he thought to himself, why do I think that I look better with them on?

Someone clearing his throat made him look up and face something pretty indecent.
The throat's owner had invaded the Doctor's toilet cubicle with a body part that was hardening.
The Doctor stared.
"Hey" a breathy voice said, probably to avoid anyone other than the cubicle's occupant hearing it.
Blushing, but completely immobile the Doctor stared at the… 'invader'.

"I know you're in there, so… Please, I…" The stranger sighed.
The Doctor's mind froze. Surely he had noticed the little hole in the wall, but he hadn't known what to make of it. Caught in the situation he was unable to decide what to do next.

"I'll give you twenty quid for it."
Nervous, due to the lack of replies from the other side the stranger added "Here, ten in advance, ten when it's done" and pushed a tenner past his stiffening cock.

The Doctor stared at the indecent offer for quite a while in silence.
And reached a decision.

In one swift movement one hand grabbed the money while his other hand started stroking the 'invader' as he knelt down.
Without thinking at all the Doctor palpated the warm pulsing flesh, eliciting suppressed moans from the other side. His fingers moistening with pre-cum he worked all the way up and down the stranger's stiff member.

"Please..." the stranger groaned hesitantly "please take it in your mouth... and I'll add another ten pound."

Hardly reluctantly but with closed eyes the Doctor let it slip into his mouth, making the stranger cry out ecstatically.
His tongue toyed the sensitive flesh, sucking on the veins, making it wet and slippery. The stranger was becoming more and more impatient; at first he'd tried muffling his moans and screams, but he didn't bother anymore. The stranger groaned out loud shamelessly and cursed this act as well as the Doctor; the Doctor heard words he'd never heard before and yet he blushed inevitably.

The dripping pre-cum mixed with saliva tasted bitter.
Eliciting unbridled cries of lust the stranger shoved his member deeper and deeper into the warm wetness that was the Doctor's mouth.
"You..." he panted "You don't have to swallow, I..."

The Doctor jerked his head aside just in time to get only his cheek bedabbled with semen.
Breathing heavily he watched the fluid staining the floor with disgust.
With great presence of mind he grabbed the money he was handed by the stranger, who bade farewell with a weary "Thank you".

The Doctor just sat there for a while, looking back and forth between the money in his hands and the drying stains upon the floor.
Then he cleaned his cheek, pocketed the money and ran out as his mind unfroze slowly.

The Doctor's mind was still clouded in a kind of loud fog, buzzing as if millions of tiny insects tried to sort through his thoughts.
He felt... weird.
Not particularly bad or ashamed. Just... weird.
Though right now he tried focussing on the facts;
He had thirty quid in his pocket and he was definitely going to need them.

Smacking his dry lips the Doctor wondered when he'd eaten the last time; or slept; or, to be more precise, slept without fear.

Exhaustedly he collapsed onto a park bench.
It was a nice park actually, come to think about it. The Doctor daren't wonder what it must look like in spring here.
Right now the grey hoar frost coated the branches softly; with the first snow falling and settling among the leafless twigs it looked quite peaceful.

The Doctor was lost deep in thought, pondering about whether or not he should try curling into a ball and trying to get some sleep in daytime when a young lady made the decision for him by occupying the empty place beside him with some shopping bags.
The Doctor sighed and moved over wordlessly.

"Oi, I may be a bit heavy set but there's still enough room for me to squeeze in, sunshine. And don't look the other way, I'm talking to you!"
The Doctor turned his head to face the brisk young lady that had just addressed him. It was her red hair that struck him instantly.

Donna...

"Oi, what's wrong, sweetie, haven't seen a real ginger before?" she snapped instantly.
The Doctor blinked, looking aside in embarrassment.
Her voice... that snappy, straight-forward way of talking...

"Sorry" he mumbled quietly "nothing. It's just... nothing."
"Move a bit, will you?" the young lady went on, ignoring his pondering remark.
"I thought you said I shouldn't move" the Doctor said, his brows furrowing.
"I said I could squeeze in, I didn't say it was comfortable" she retorted without giving it much thought. The Doctor regarded her thoughtfully as she rummaged through her handbag.

"What are you looking at?" she said even before completely raising her head, "And don't give me that look, I can't stand it, it's the same gramps always gives me when ma put him on a diet."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." the Doctor began but got cut off again by her;
"And don't apologize all the time, it's really getting on my nerves."

"Sorry" the Doctor mumbled; he barely noticed the lady rolling her eyes.

Once more silence reigned the park, only disturbed by the crisp sound of the snow.

The Doctor breathed in deeply, closing his eyes and taking in the cold air with the sharp smell, typical for this time of the year.
"You look pathetic" the lady beside him mumbled. There was a rustling noise; and then:
"Here. Take it."

The Doctor opened one eye and stared at a brown paper bag.
"What's this?" he asked while blinking.
"My lunch" the young lady replied coldly "and hurry up before the sandwiches freeze."
Still, the Doctor didn't seem to understand.
Annoyed by the Doctor's reluctance she shoved the bag into his hands; and shuddered.
"Gosh, your hands are cold! No wonder, I mean just look at your clothes, it's not what I'd all winterproof. And your body's too skinny."
The Doctor looked down upon himself "Sorry, it's the only body I've got."
"Don't try that cheeky tone with me" the young lady snapped, her hands disappearing in her coat pockets for reasons of warmth.

The Doctor peeked at the bag's contents; then he sighed while flashing his bench companion a smile.

"Thanks, Donna."

The young lady beside him froze.
And so did the Doctor.
"How do you know my name...?" she mumbled while searching his gaze, inquisitively groping about for any insidious intentions; but the Doctor looked as shocked as she did.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Donna began again while pressing a hand against her temple; it felt... odd.
She lifted her gaze to meet his hazel eyes
"What did you just say?"

"Nothing... just nothing" the Doctor mumbled petrified; he arose.
Donna didn't even hear him mumbling "Thanks" as he brushed past her;
neither did she hear the snow crunching underneath his feet as he walked off.

Later on she decided what she'd felt back there had been nothing but a sick headache.
She couldn't even remember the part where she had passed out as the snow had started melting beneath her boots.