AUTHORS NOTE: teeny tiny chapter filled with Donna and Martha friendship...aw, ain't it sweet. guess what's coming up? human nature and family of blood, yay!

Donna tilted her head critically, puckering her lips in thought, "No," she whispered, turning away, ignoring a thouroughly disgruntled Martha.

"But you picked it!" Martha called, turning to walk back into the fitting room, she looked in the store mirror again, smoothing the front of the dress down.

Donna ran her hands over the clothes rack, muttering quietly, "It's definately the right color, but, ugh god, that cut is just dreadful. Body like that," she pulled a dress from the rack, rubbing the clingly material between her fingers, "best show it off."

"Donna, should I put this back on the hanger?"

"Yeah, we're definately not wearing that thing again," Donna called, throwing the new dress over the fitting room door, "try this on."

There was a moment of silence from the fitting room before the door was opened wide, exposing Martha clad in only her knickers, "You want me to wear this!" she asked, scandalized beyond belief.

Donna raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms as she looked Martha's body up and down, "Well hello there," she purred, smirking as Martha hurriedly held the dress over herself.

Martha's entire face flushed, but she apparently decided the best course of action was to ignore the fact she'd just flashed Donna her girly bits, "I can't wear this," she said, plucking at the dress as she closed the door.

"Why not? It covers everything that needs covering, doesn't it?" Donna asked, sneaking a glance or two from between the slats in the door. "What are you doing?" she asked, frowning as she saw Martha changing back into her own clothes, "just try it on, it'll fit like a glove, you dumbo!"

"Exactly!"

"If I had a body like yours," Donna sighed, shaking her head, leaning her full weight against the doorframe, her hands bracing her on either side.

"This body doesn't do quite as much as you think it does," Martha said irritably from inside the room.

"And who are we talking about exactly, that nice bloby boy who keeps calling, or the oblivious doctor man?" Donna called, pushing herself away from the doorframe.

Donna could hear Martha's smile as she spoke, "That 'nice bloby boy' has a name, Donna, it would be nice if you used it."

"I would if I could," Donna said quietly, sliding down to the floor to sit crosslegged in front of the door. "So, what happened? Did he compare you to a nice bloby girl, do they have blob girls?" Donna asked, plucking at the dark carpet, observing the chipped paint, "Did he find you lacking? Are you not bloby enough? Not enough junk in the trunk?"

"Donna!"

"Oh alright, tell me then!"

Martha sighed, her outtake of breath barely audible over the sound of her leather jacket being pulled on, "He just can't relate, we're so different. He gets frustrated."

"Not just him I think," Donna said, her eyebrows raising.

"Yeah," Martha opened the door, clad in her regular clothes, dark trousers and a black leather coat, she reached down and helped Donna up from the ground.

Donna smiled at her, wrapping a long arm around Martha's shoulders, "Come on, let's see what trouble the Doctor and Jamie have gotten in the middle of. I swear, those boys, trouble follows them everywhere." Donna smiled at the sales um...being at the till as they exited the shop and stepped out into the brightly lit alien world.

The trouble it seemed, was having a deadly family of immortality seekers chasing them through the streets of Tyuip and then through time itself.

DISCLAIMER: Wha? *SplutterSplutter* You mean I don't own Doctor who? What an outrage!