Summary: Set in an AU of fluff, where the Doctor and Donna have two sons; Teddie steals the sonic screwdriver.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in these stories except for the two boys I gave them to love.
A/N: This was written for a prompt given by louiecat68, and sort of written for the Travellers' Tales prompt word no 9 – 'amateur' at doctor_donna.
Chapter 11 - Sonic Screwed
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The Doctor charged into the console room, followed closely by Teddie, "But Dad!"
"You will stay here, and you will think about what you've done!" the Doctor jabbed his finger at him.
"But Dad!" Teddie tried again.
"But nothing! I don't want you anywhere near me for the next 3 hours!" the Doctor threatened him.
"Mum wouldn't treat me this way!" complained Teddie. "This is so unfair!"
"Take it up with her when she gets back from your grandmother's," the Doctor glared at him. "Until then: go!"
Teddie turned reluctantly around and made for his room. There was a hesitant knock on the door followed by a "Are you alright?" from outside.
"What do you want Jamie?" shouted Teddie. "You're not allowed near me, remember?"
"I know!" Jamie called back indignantly. "I just thought I'd check up on you!"
Teddie walked over and opened his bedroom door slightly, "You'll get me further into trouble if you're not quiet! Just stop bothering me, will you?"
"I'm not convinced by your act, Edward Geoffrey Noble! Now tell me what you did wrong," Jamie hissed at him through the gap.
"I… Dad thinks I stole his sonic screwdriver," Teddie explained.
"And did you?" Jamie pressed.
"Well, not exactly stole, but I did borrow it," Teddie gave Jamie a quick glimpse of the sonic tucked in his top pocket.
Jamie lit up with glee, "Wow! Have you tried it out yet?"
"No," Teddie smiled conspiratorially, "but I will do in a minute!" He stuck his head out of the door and looked around, "Where's Dad got to?"
"He's holed himself up in the console room, crashing about and pulling wires out. I thought I'd better keep out of his way," Jamie confided. "So where are we going to try it out first?"
"Are you sure you want to risk it? Dad wasn't mad at you," Teddie asked whilst hoping wildly that he meant it.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I don't want to find out what it does," Jamie grinned. "Why Dad can't just let us have a go is beyond me."
"Yeah, what is all that about, eh?" Teddie agreed. "Do you think it's jealousy or possessiveness?"
Jamie pondered this, "Why would Dad be jealous?"
"Cos of this," Teddie pointed to his ginger hair, and the pair of them giggled together. "Come on then, let's choose a number and see what happens."
"Okay," replied Jamie. He pulled out a notepad from his pocket, "You press the buttons and I'll note down what each number does."
"Seems fair," Teddie did a little sniff. "Ready Watson?"
"Sure am Holmes!" and they shared another chuckle.
They made their way to a room they knew from past explorations to be empty, just in case. "Setting 240!" called out Teddie as he pressed the number. The room was filled with the sound of a loud marching band, so loud it was deafening.
"Turn it off! Use the re-set button!" Jamie yelled. The marching band sound disappeared soon after.
"Okay! Don't want to know why you'd need that one! Setting 241!" Teddie declared. The sonic gave off an eerie orange glow. They watched fascinated as it swirled up from the tip of the sonic screwdriver and splashed across the ceiling, leaving an acrid taste in the air.
"Any idea what the point of that one was?" asked Jamie.
"Nope!" was the reply, "But it was quite pretty for a moment there. Right, the next one: setting 242."
The floor beneath them began to shake uncontrollably, making them grab for each in an attempt to stay upright. Teddie scrambled to push the re-set button. "Cor!" Jamie exclaimed. "I never expected to be able to start our own earthquake! How cool is that?" They grinned excitedly.
"Time for the next one I think! Setting 243," Teddie pushed the relevant numbers. "Oh! Well I'll be!"
"What? What did it do?" Jamie peered over his shoulder to examine the sonic screwdriver.
"Apparently you are not pregnant!" Teddie gleefully told him. "You might need that setting when you're a bit older!"
"Oi! Speak for yourself!" Jamie pouted, "You're more likely to be a love hit and run driver!"
"I am not!" Teddie playfully disagreed. "Though Uncle Jack has been giving me some tips."
"Care to share?" Jamie tried to hide his obvious interest.
"Will do, if I'm still alive to tell the tale!" Teddie laughed. "Right then! Let's try setting 244."
There was a 'whooshing' noise, the lights dimmed, a double bed appeared out of the wall, and old-fashioned funky music played softly in the background. "You have got to be kidding me!" Jamie's jaw almost visibly dropped.
"The old dog! Dad has a bachelor pad!" Teddie looked around gob-smacked. "I cannot believe it! Eew! How gross! My dad is a swinger, or whatever they called it back in the Dark Ages."
"On the plus side, this is excellent blackmail material," Jamie offered. "Would Dad want anything as gross as this to become common knowledge with Mum?"
Teddie found his grin to be uncontrollable, "Imagine what Mum would say if she saw this! She'd have a field day!"
"What do you think is in the drawers?" Jamie pointed to a cabinet next to the bed.
"I'm not looking in there!" Teddie shuddered. "I could be scarred for life!"
"Do you reckon there are cameras as well?" Jamie contemplated.
"Stop it!" Teddie pleaded. "Take these thoughts out of my head! I so do not want to think of Dad in that way!"
"He had a life before Mum, you know." Jamie tentatively placed his hand on the bed and tested the springiness of the mattress. "This might have been…"
"La la, la la la!" Teddie sung out, standing with his hands over his ears. "Can't hear you!"
Jamie snickered, and pulled Teddie's right hand away, "You may not be able to face this room, but you are going to have to face the music."
"Perhaps I'll ask Dad to wipe my memory too. What do you think?" Teddie looked peeved.
"I'd still know, so what would the point be?" Jamie argued. "Let's press re-set and give up the ghost for today?"
"Shall we take a photo first?" Teddie took out his camera-phone.
"Only if I don't have to pose," Jamie jumped out of the way, giving Teddie a clear view of the bed.
Having satisfied himself with his motley collection of pictures, Teddie pressed the re-set button, and the room returned to its original emptiness. "How long have I got before curfew is up?" he asked Jamie.
Jamie checked his watch, "About 10 minutes."
"Result! Come on, let's sneak back." The pair of them made their way back down the corridor. "What shall I do about the sonic screwdriver, Jamie?"
"How about we put it in the cutlery drawer and pretend Dad left it there after breakfast?" he suggested.
"Excellent idea, Watson!" and they made for the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, Teddie risked going into the console room. "Dad? Can I come out now? Only I'm starving!" he gave the Doctor his best puppy-dog look.
The Doctor sighed, "Yes, okay, your 3 hours are up. What do you want to eat?"
"A sandwich would be fine," Teddie smirked, "nothing complicated."
He followed the Doctor into the kitchen, and they were quickly joined by Jamie. "Ooh good! You're making food!" he sat down at the kitchen table. Both boys waited for the Doctor to open the cutlery drawer with baited breath.
"What?" the Doctor whirled round to contemplate both boys, but they looked the picture of innocence.
"Something wrong, Dad?" asked Teddie as he opened the fridge door.
The Doctor lifted out his sonic screwdriver, "How did…?"
Jamie gave him a wry smile, "Do you want us to keep this from Mum? Only we might need to be bribed with ice cream!"
"Excellent idea!" Teddie put in, nodding at his brother.
The Doctor scowled, feeling very outnumbered and desperately anxious for Donna to come back from her mother's to support him.
Donna was surprised by the warmth that greeted her return later. The Doctor hugged her close. "I haven't been gone that long! Anybody would think I'd disappeared for days!" but she returned his embrace wholeheartedly. "What's happened?"
"Nothing! Just feeling a bit ganged up on!" he admitted.
"Oh, I see. The Dynamic Duo have been at it again, have they?" she consoled him, rubbing his back and kissing him tenderly.
At that moment there were cries of "Mum!" and she was engulfed by bodies.
"Hello my darlings!" she said as she kissed each head. "What have I missed?"
"Nothing much," Teddie said nonchalantly. Both boys extracted themselves, remembering that young men don't do that sort of thing.
"While I think of it, Teddie, I promised Nanny you'd phone her," Donna told him.
"Why?" he demanded.
"Because I did! Now give us your phone, I'll dial her number since it is such a chore, and all you have to do is schmooze her," Donna took the phone off a very reluctant Teddie. "These blooming things! I keep hitting the wrong button with my nail… Hang on! What's this? When did you take a photo of a poof's parlour?"
"You what?" Teddie grabbed the phone back to look at the screen. "Erm… about that… run!" he shouted at Jamie, and the pair of them legged it as fast as they could.
Donna stood astonished, wondering what the hell had just happened, and how, if anything, it affected her. "Did you just see what I saw?" she asked the Doctor, to find him blushing profusely.
"Yes, but… erm… I… I really should… and the…," he flustered, before belting down the corridor too.
Donna sniffed her armpit, and said, "Obviously I bought the wrong bottle of Impulse!" She gave a shrug and made her way down the corridor too.
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