A/N: I think the next several are going to be about Donna and Ten. I love getting back into this!
Disclaimer: You all saw the 50th. You know what I would've changed.
Word: Recalcitrant (adjective)-stubbornly resistant to the control or authority of others. Difficult to deal with, work with, or supervise.
Prompt-"Why do you insist on being so recalcitrant? If you continue to subjugate these people you'll only die anyway!"
"Why do you insist on being so recalcitrant? If you continue to subjugate these people you'll only die anyway!" The Doctor was infuriated. He and Donna were on a planet called Gangira. There were two races of aliens, the Drune race had extremely lithe bodies with delicate wings. They stood on two feet, and looked a lot like pixies with purple skin. The Ganush race were thickly set and heavily calloused. To Donna they looked like a cross between Jabba the Hutt and a lima bean. The Drunes had oppressed the Ganushes and forced the lower race to be their servants for generations, and the Ganush race had finally had enough. They'd launched an uprising, the King of Gangira had sent out a distress signal, and the TARDIS had answered. Voila! Here they were!
"You Drunes can't keep treating the Ganushes like this! They're living beings too! They want their lives just as much as you want yours! They wouldn't be fighting for their rights if you would just give them to them!"
Donna stood there watching the Doctor make pleas to the King. She'd seen this scene played out in movies a million times. Foes meet on the field of battle, the protagonist stands between the two armies trying to reason with them. Each time the imploring failed, and the hero was lucky if he escaped with his life. But as Donna looked to the King again she saw him nodding! She couldn't believe it! The King was agreeing with the Doctor! The Doctor had saved the day, and not a drop of blood had been shed!
"I have often felt uncomfortable with this classism. As King, I did not know how to break tradition." King Viktok turned to the leader of the revolution, Master Clem. "Master Clem, please forgive my despicable behavior. I was weak, cowardly, and foolish. I let you make my decisions for me. I want us to work together to make this planet a better home for all of us, if you'll allow me to help." The King stuck out his hand, but Clem shoved it aside and embraced him. Soon the two aliens were sobbing.
After many grateful hours of conversation Viktok, Clem, and the citizens of Gangira paraded Donna and the Doctor through the streets back to the TARDIS where they made their farewells before dematerializing into the Time Vortex. The Doctor was grinning like a kid at Christmas, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He turned to say something to Donna, and his smile faded slightly. His eyes said what his mouth wouldn't. Her eyes replied, "I know." And the Doctor left Donna alone in the console room. He's probably, she thought, on his way to write a letter.