Hello Again! I haven't had much motivation for this fic as of late, but I have started another story, so sorry if you were waiting. Anyway, I'm back now. As usual, I would love to hear from you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
6. Man's best friend?
"No."
"Well why not?"
"Because."
"It's just a cute little puppy," Donna pouted. "Look how cute it is! Please?"
"Absolutely not," the Doctor replied coolly. "I told you. They're dangerous."
Donna wasn't convinced, but she was eventually coaxed into taking the furry creature out of the TARDIS. She made quite a show of it too, giving the Doctor the stink eye the entire time, which the Doctor noticed and rolled his eyes. But the Doctor failed to perceive that Donna had quickly stuffed the fluffy animal into one of her newly dimensionally transcendental pockets before returning to the TARDIS. One couldn't say that she didn't do drama well. As she brushed away tears she took off towards her room, telling the Doctor she wanted to be alone.
The Doctor lounged on the console room's jump seat, reading some tome written in Ancient North Martian. Even though he knew every language and the TARDIS usually translated things anyway, he sometimes turned off the Translation Circuit so he could practice his skills (and so he didn't finish the book in five seconds). Halfway through the book he was abruptly interrupted by Donna running into the console room, her clothes in tatters and covered with a fluorescent slime.
He sighed. "You didn't listen, did you?"
Most unlike her usual self, Donna shook her head and was utterly silent as the Time Lord rose to his feet. They both sprinted back to her room where she had just barely managed to contain the psychotic fuzzball. The Doctor reached in to his pocket, all the way to his shoulder before he pulled out a net.
"Okay. Open the door on three. One, two, three!" the Doctor ordered.
The pair rushed in but the creature was out of sight.
"Where'd it get to now?" Donna muttered, shifting various broken and torn items around the room.
Meanwhile, the Doctor stood statue-still. Something wasn't right.
He quickly glanced behind him. Nothing. Therefore…the only option…
Donna was alerted of the monster's presence by the Doctor's scream. She turned around to see the "dog" fastened to the Time Lord's head.
"Get it off! Get it off!" he shrieked. Unfortunately that was easier said than done as the creature had an unbelievably strong grip on the Doctor's unruly hair. Trying to separate the two reminded the Donna of having a tug of war with an angry wolverine.
Finally adrenalin kicked in. A loud ripping noise was heard a millisecond before a loud "OWWWWWWWW!"
Despite being in terrible pain, the Time Lord retained enough mental faculties to sonic the alien dog so it was stunned enough for Donna to capture it in the net.
The Doctor, still reeling from having a sizable chunk of his hair ripped out, gingerly touched his new bald spot, and then pouted. He loved his hair.
"Donna Noble!" he spat angrily as he stood up to his full height. "Prepare to meet the wrath of the Oncoming Storm!"
The Time Lord chased Donna throughout hallways of the TARDIS while the creature, trapped in the net, lay forgotten.
"My work here is done," the Chaos Canine thought as it teleported back to its home planet.