Hey, all!

TenToo is so much fun to write to! I love him to bits! There will definitely be more of TenToo and Rose in later chapters!

Also, for those who have never seen it, look up "David Tennant and Catherine Tate sketch" on youtube or pinterest. On Pinterest, you can even type in "I aint even bovvered", and it will still pop up! This chapter uses stuff from that skit, so look it up if you haven't seen it already. It's funny and completely clean. :)

God bless and have a great day (or night)!
ThePro-LifeCatholic

Writing Prompt #90: Personality Switch

Characters: TenToo (Rose's alternate-reality Doctor), Rose Tyler, Pete Tyler, random alternate-reality-Torchwood members

Genre: Humor

Rating: K

It took some time for TenToo (also simply called "Doctor" by everyone in that reality) to adjust to being part-human. His entire biological makeup was changed; it clashed with everything his memories told him. Still, he supposed that there could've been worse ways to come out of such a drastic change like that. He could've had no head, or arms! He could've turned into a woman (on account of Donna touching him)…speaking of which…

There was a Donna-streak in him. No matter how much he or anyone else tried to deny or ignore it, there was a part of his personality which was Donna to the core. And even worse, neither he nor anyone else was able to control or predict it. More often than not, it seemed to happen whenever someone was being stupid, very annoying, insulting, or overbearingly sassy. At some random points in time, it would simply happen. He wasn't exactly sure what triggered it, but it did get triggered from time to time. And when that happened, it was as if he had changed into another person.

After the first few "Donna-episodes", Rose could identify tell-tale signs of these unusual fits. Feet planted firmly apart, his hands on his hips or crossed over his chest, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline. His mouth would form a nearly perfect "o", and the words he said dropped from his mouth and shattered on the floor like glass cups. He would also wobble his head and make emphatic hand gestures. Even his voice seemed to be slightly altered, becoming deeper, more throaty. Fortunately, the quick cure was usually a smack in the face. Then his personality would switch back to bouncy Doctor, and he would thank whoever had smacked him. Other times (it usually depended on how stupid/insulting/sassy the other person was being), it took a bit more than a slap, or nothing at all, to cure him. During these times, there was nothing to do but wait it out.

For the most part, these episodes played out around the Tyler family, which was fine. Some had taken place in Torchwood, but everyone there respected the Doctor, and they were usually pretty quiet about it.

However, when several head members of Torchwood's international branches (this organization was spreading throughout the world rapidly) arrived in London to partake in a meeting, things got out-of-hand very quickly.

"I don't believe anyone here has the right to deal with aliens that way," Pete Tyler was saying. "If they're not posing a threat to our planet, then what reason would we have to shoot them out of the sky? Because they're flying a bit too close to the atmosphere? Because they're blocking our view of the stars for a couple nights?"

"This isn't a matter to joke about," a woman replied. Her name was Mrs. Windon, the official representative of America's Torchwood. "An invading species doesn't give warnings or clues before they attack. Look at what happened with the cybermen. Who's to say that, in the future, a spacecraft overhead wasn't going to drop flesh-eating creatures on us?"

There were several murmurs of agreement from the small group. Rose, who was seated next to her father, glanced over at her husband. The Doctor was given special permission to listen in on the meeting by Pete. He usually squirmed and looked around during talks, but right now, he was sitting perfectly still. He had his head in one hand, the other hand drumming quietly on the tabletop.

"Face it, Mr. Tyler; most, if not all, alien life is dangerous and a threat to humanity. Ask your daughter. I'm sure she could name many alien invasions. However, I doubt she could name even five peaceful species." Mrs. Windon continued in a crisp voice, growing more powerful by the word. "In fact, I'd like to state my own personal opinion that all forms are cruel, savage, human-hating creatures, and should be dealt with as such."

The Doctor tensed visibly. Both Pete and Rose shot a look in his direction. Mrs. Windon followed their gaze, realizing her mistake too late.

"Perhaps not all of them," she said after a moment's pause. The Doctor stopped tapping. Lifting his head slowly, he pushed his chair back, standing upright.

"No; that's fine," he said, even though it was obvious he wasn't. "In fact…" he trailed off, leaning forward. Lifting one hand, he pointed at his face. "Amist I abovvered?"

In the silence that followed, one could have heard a pin drop. The Doctor looked expectantly at Mrs. Windon for an answer.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Amist I abovvered?"

"Are you…?"

"Mrs. Windon, Mrs. Windon!" the Doctor interrupted her in mid-question. "Looketh at my face." He gestured at his expression. "Looketh at my face. Is this a bovvered face thou seest before you?"

Pete turned to his daughter, who was hiding her face in her hands.

"Windon, my face. Amist I abovvered? Face! Mad! Face! I aint even bovvered!"

"Yes, I understand," Mrs. Windon was looking quite flustered. "Now could we…"

"But I aint even bovvered!" The Doctor was on a roll now. He slammed his hands down on the table, hard. "Art thou disrespecting me? Art thou calling me a savage, war-hungry alien? Art thou calling my TARDIS a weapon of mass destruction?"

"Rose," Pete whispered loudly.

"Hey, Sweetie," Rose started, standing up.

"But she aint even a weapon, though. She aint even a weapon! Mrs. Windon, I be not mad forsooth. You take the slow road, I'll take the timey-wimey road. Sonic? Aliens? I aint even bovvered."

He turned, leaping up on his chair and flinging his arms out. "BITE ME, EARTH GIRL!" he roared.

"That's it." Rose stalked over to his chair, yanking him from his place and dragging him out of the room.

"Ood! Starwhales! Adipose! New Earth humanoids grown by cat nuns! Isolus!" The Doctor continued loudly. "There's your five peaceful species, Mrs. Windon! And I could on and on! Not sure if your 'peace-loving' humans would be part of that list, though!"

The door to the conference room shut, but his voice still carried through.

"I aint even bovvered, though! I aint even – OW!" The rant was brought to an abrupt end. There was a loud smacking sound, followed by the cry of shock, confusion, and pain. Then the doors opened, and Rose walked calmly to her place.

"Now," she said, sitting down. "Where were we?"

"You alright?"

Rose shut the door to the conference room and faced her husband. He was sitting on the far end of the hallway, next to the vending machine. The Doctor stood up, nibbling on a Rice Krispie treat and cradling a Sprite in his other hand.

"Yeah," he sniffed loudly and grinned. "Thanks for that. Did the meeting go well?"

Rose smiled. "Actually, it went better than Dad feared. Mrs. Windon didn't seem so adamant about aliens being 'war-hungry savages', and other people completely changed their views on how to treat other forms of life."

The Doctor sighed, visibly relieved. Then, with a wide smile, he raised his soda into the air.

"Thank you Donna!" he exclaimed.

"To Donna Noble," Rose agreed, laughing.