01. Of Hairbrushes and Mischevious Blue Boxes

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Donna Noble was pissed. Very, very pissed. She stomped through the corridors of the TARDIS, her heels clacking on the metal flooring. He was so going to get it this time! Once was fine, twice was annoying, but a third time? She was so done!

He was working underneath the console when she burst into the control room. "Martian Boy! I swear, if you don't tell me where my hairbrush is I will-"

"Wow, wow!" The Doctor tried to fling himself into a sitting position, banging his head on the console above him in the process. "Ow. Seriously, Donna, calm down! You know it's just the TARDIS playing with you. She's done that with all the companions." He scooted out from his hiding place and pulled himself up, putting his hands up in surrender.

Donna put her hands on her hips and glared at him menacingly. "Ha! You're not fooling me! I know it was you who took it! You're not convincing me that some blue box stole it as a prank!"

"She did, though!" the Doctor insisted. "I remember when she nabbed Martha's socks. It took us weeks to find them again! And before that, I conveniently misplaced my umbrella (though I'm sure she had her hand in that) just when a thunderstorm somehow broke into the TARDIS (don't ask about that). AND before that-"

"Spaceman, don't you dare lie to me! The TARDIS is not alive! IT can't do anything!"

The Doctor looked at her, his face feigning seriousness. "I wouldn't call her an 'it' if I were you. She gets quite mad when you do that."

Donna huffed. "You are ridiculous."

"No really," he insisted. "In all seriousness, you don't want to call her that."

"That is the most ludicrous thing I have ever-EEEH!"

Donna suddenly leaped into the air with a startled shriek. The Time Lord doubled over in laughter as his brilliant ship had her revenge on the fiesty ginger.

"Did you just pinch my bum?" Donna screeched furiously, her face bright red. "You skinny rat, I'll-" She jumped straight into the air again. Her eyes went wide when it dawned on her. "Stop laughing at me! This isn't funny!"

He didn't stop. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. In fact, he didn't stop laughing for awhile. He was laughing so hard that he had to use his respiratory bypass system. Donna has just started to get concerned for him when he finally began to catch his breath. "Best . . . trick . . . ever played . . . WHEW! Man, that was a good laugh! I haven't laughed like that in a long time."

Donna let out a little chuckle. "I guess I deserved it for calling your spaceship an 'it'." She frowned. "But I'm still mad at you two for taking my hairbrush."

The Doctor gaped at her in horror. "Wha-I had no part in this!"

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that, Spaceman. I know you put your box up to this."

"I did not!"

"Don't you deny it. You aren't gonna convince me otherwise."

The Doctor sighed in relief and a mischevious grin slowly made its way onto his face as she walked off. Once he knew she was gone, he leaned into the pillar in the center of the room. "Good job, Old Girl," he whispered, patting the console gently as the TARDIS hummed in amusement. "It's a good thing she didn't find the little surprise I left in the-"

"MARTIAN MAN!! WHY IS MY TOOTHBRUSH COVERED IN BLUE SLIME?!!"

The Doctor sighed again, this time in dread. "I spoke too soon."