Trouble
"Do you mean to tell me that you've traveled through all of time and space - "
"Yes?"
"And the best thing you've found to entertain yourself during the downtime is a Wii!?"
"Why! What's wrong with the Wii?"
"All planets? All galaxies?"
The Doctor's eyebrows rose, genuinely puzzled. "What? I like it!" he protested and turned to the screen. "Look at the little Mii. He's almost as handsome as I am!"
Donna stared at the digital mini-Doctor, complete with the spiked hair. She could have sworn it also was carrying a mini-sonic screwdriver.
"Oh! Look!" he exclaimed. "I even made you one." He played around with the control and revealed a small red-haired character, wearing a long purple dress and her hair tied back.
"Oi!" Donna shouted.
"What? She's quite lovely," he said, completely at a loss as to what would be wrong with the mini-Donna.
"She looks angry!"
"Well…" he shrugged.
"Gimme that!" Donna grabbed the controller and flicked a few controls, giving her tiny avatar a wide smile. "There!"
The Doctor's head tilted. "Yes, that's much better," he said.
She nodded in satisfaction. "When did you make this?" she asked, gesturing at the screen.
"Oh, this morning," he answered. "I thought you would like to play."
She pursed her lips. "It's been a little while," she said.
He brightened. "Then you want to?"
She smiled at his enthusiasm. "All right. But not bowling."
"Nah…" he said and jumped up, taking the controller from her. "How about tennis?"
"Okay," she said, swinging her arms back and forth. "But be prepared. I used to be pretty good. I used to destroy Nerys at the pub. She'd be so angry."
He smiled stepped aside for her to join him. "Will you take it easy on me, then?"
"Maybe," she said playfully as she extended her arm behind her to serve a mean shot to the far corner.
The Doctor was prepared and with agile speed, returned the serve with ease. The volley continued for a few seconds as they got used to each other's style.
"Oh! You must have been practicing," she said in good nature. "Or did you play this with Rose and Martha?"
His eyes glued to the screen, the Doctor stepped to the side to return her impressive backhand. "Actually, no. I haven't played this in a while."
"Really?" she asked, swinging.
"Yeah," he answered. "Never felt like it until now."
Donna risked a tiny glance over at him. It was a fatal mistake; she missed his shot. "Okay. Time to get serious," she declared.
The Doctor beamed over at her. "You are pretty good!"
Donna smirked. "Don't try to distract me with compliments."
The Doctor stepped back and served a vicious rocket to her side of the court. But Donna surprised him by being in exactly the right spot. She lightly tapped the return, forcing the Doctor's character to run up and return. She smiled and promptly slammed the ball behind him.
"Okay, Earthgirl," the Doctor muttered, making Donna laugh.
She reached up and served. Eager to get ahead in the score, the Doctor flung his arm backward so quickly, the controller flew out of his hand. They both turned to watch it fly through the air, smacking against the back wall and leaving a considerable dent in the wall.
The TARDIS lights flickered, as if extremely displeased with the damage.
Donna burst out laughing. The Doctor gulped and ran over to the control he'd tossed.
"You've upset her!" Donna cried. "She looked at the ceiling. "Didn't he, girl?"
The Doctor held the controller and rubbed his hand along the damaged wall. In his hand's wake, the hole repaired itself. He turned and looked sheepishly at his companion, whose eyebrows rose in chastisement.
"Did you say you were sorry?" she asked.
He cast his eyes around the room and shrugged. "She knows I'm sorry."
Donna rolled her eyes. "That's between the two of you." She held up the controller. "Shall we continue?"
He grinned. "Let's try something a little less, uh, swingy."
Her eyes sparkled. "How about boxing?"