Disclaimer: Donna belongs to RTD. Iris belongs to the mysterious 'Paul Magyrs', whose true identity is unknown... O.o
Donna was out doing some shopping when she saw the woman for the first time.
The woman was sitting on a park bench, smoking with a vengeance. People were making large circles around her in order to avoid the absurdly large clouds of noxious smoke.
At first glance, the woman looked remarkably like Jane Fonda. But after a swift calculation in her head Donna decided that Jane Fonda was in her seventies, and there was no way this woman could be that old. Early fifties, maybe. Then again, you never knew with celebrities. Donna doubted Jane Fonda would have worn an outfit like that, though. Very skimpy pink thing, with a texture like crocodile skin. Disgraceful. Donna would have to mention it to Neirys, once they started speaking to each other again.
When she looked again the woman was gone.
Listening to her mother drone on and on about how she ought to make something of her life, Donna happened to glance out the window. The same woman from a week ago was standing out in the street, waving. Behind her was an extremely battered London bus, Number 22.
Donna shook her head to try and get rid of the buzzing in her ears.
When she looked again the woman was gone.
"Well, look, Donna, if you don't find Mr. Right soon then I don't know when you ever will, I mean, you're not twenty-five any more, are you?"
Donna focused her eyes on her living room. There was someone looking remarkably like Jane Fonda sitting on her mother's sofa, grinning and cracking nuts with her teeth. Her costume was now green. and if possible even skimpier than before.
"Sorry, I'll call you later," Donna said slowly, hanging up.
"Ello, dearie," the Jane Fonda look-alike said warmly with a strong cockney accent. "I was wonderin' if you could help poor little me with somethin'."
"What do you want?" Donna asked.
The look-alike handed her a grainy printout of a photograph. "Ever seen this bloke?"
He was brown, and stripy, and he had really great hair.
"Who are you?" Donna said, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
"The name's Iris, dearie," she said. "Iris Wildthyme."
"Pleased to meet you," Donna said weakly.
Then she fainted.
Yes, I am aware that I rather mixed up several incarnations of Iris, but the end result was definitely Irisy, so I'm happy. Besides, no one except The-Chibis-Are-Stalking-Me and I seem to know about her anyway.