Author's Notes: Some goofy humor to conterpoint the angst!fest these were turning into.


014. Umbrella
Donna, Ten

"C'mon, you're telling me that you have never heard this song?"

"Nope."

"Outrage! Nine hundred years of living, and yet you have never truly lived."

"You know, most people just act outraged instead of saying 'outrage'!"

"I'm not most people, space-boy. And you are avoiding my outrage!"

"Oh dear, you've seen right through me."

"You will not avoid the topic by acknowledging my superior genius."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Donna, the only thing Americans have worst taste in over literature is music."

"Aha, so you have heard it!"

"Well, yes. I mean, maybe -"

"And you liked it!"

"I did not!" the Doctor tried in vain to defend himself.

But it was no use. Once an idea got in her head, there was no stopping her. Sure enough, the rest of the day had Donna singing (very loudly, and quite obnoxiously out of tune) Rhianna's "Umbrella" over and over again.

By noon the Doctor pointedly reached for a bottle of Time Lord friendly pain killers.

Of course, this just made Donna sing louder.