*Types one-shot on laptop as I sit through a three-hour car ride*

*Finishes extremely long one-shot in two sittings on the same day*

*Is so proud of self*

*Continues to type in first/third-person narrative, even though it's probably annoying the heck out of my audience*

Here you go! I'm sorry your prompt took a while to get written. I was thinking about it a lot during the past few days, but I've just now been able to sit down and type it. Labor Day equals a three-day-long weekend.

Anyone else out there taking advantage of this (too) short break to catch up on poor, neglected stories?

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

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I don't own Build-a-Bear Workshops. I don't own any malls, be it past, present, or future. All I own is my laptop and my story ideas. I mean, I'm pretty sure you all know this stuff already…but at least now I can't be sued by anyone for plagiarism. I'm broke anyway, so suing me won't even get you anywhere in life.

Prompt #47: Attacked by Mutant Monster(s)

Characters: 10th Doctor, Donna Noble

Shippings: None

Genre: Adventure/Humor/Friendship

Rating: K

Summary: What about the doctor has to defeat evil teddy bears?
With Donna.

Prompted by: Chicascoming

The Doctor absent-mindedly hopped from one foot to another. He rolled his eyes, letting a sharp grunt escape through his mouth and nose. Around him, people passed by in small groups, in pairs, or even alone. He scrutinized their faces, trying to determine where they had come from, what their careers might be, what they had bought (he was no Sherlock Holmes, but he was probably the closest that anyone came to being him).

"'Take me shopping, Doctor!'" the skinny alien muttered under his breath in a (very badly done) falsetto. "'We won't take that long, Spaceman. Just give me an hour or so. No running, no life-and-death, just shoes and clothes. Even you could handle that for a bit.' Yeah, Donna. That's what you said 3 hours ago!" People walking past shot the Doctor odd looks as he continued to grumble to himself.

"Oi!"

The loud, guttural sound caused the Doctor to start and wheel around. Behind him stood Donna Noble, in the flesh. Shopping bags dangled from her arms like branches on a tree. She raised an eyebrow at him, lips puckering slightly.

"What're you doing?"

"Me?" the Doctor asked innocently, pointing at himself. "Nothing! I'm doing nothing…still." He put some extra emphasis on the "still". Donna merely shook her head, grinning a bit.

"Well, you can help me carry my things." Despite the Time Lord's half-spoken protests, Donna pushed several of the heaviest bags into his arms. He glowered at her, but this only issued a laugh from his companion.

"Are you almost done?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, Spaceman. I'm almost done." Donna turned on her heel and started walking, the Doctor dragging his feet along behind her.

"We've been in this mall for three hours," he reminded her. His rubber soles squeaked loudly as he shuffled them along the shiny white tile floor.

"I'm gonna tack on an extra 15 minutes for every complaint," she replied, not even looking behind her. The Doctor's frown deepened, and he seemed to shrink back into his trenchcoat, like a turtle into its shell.

They passed by rows of shops. Signs set up in front of the entrances proudly proclaimed the amount of stuff they were selling. The Doctor inwardly groaned whenever Donna's pace slowed, and had to hold back a sigh of relief when she walked on, uninterested in the items being advertised.

When they passed by the Build-a-Bear Workshop, the Doctor paused and looked in. Small outfits were hung up in the glass windows, perfect for any kind of weather. His sharp eyes took in every detail, and he couldn't help but marvel at how well the miniature outfits and accessories had been crafted. There was something about small things and little details that tickled him and caught his fancy. Unnoticed by the Doctor, Donna sidled up next to him, her shoulder nearly brushing his own.

"Thinkin' about getting a teddy bear, Doctor?" she asked teasingly.

"Of course not!" the Doctor huffed indignantly. "I was just…browsing."

"Browsing?"

"Yes! Isn't that what people do in a mall?" He turned abruptly away from the display. He could feel his face growing hot, and he desperately hoped that he wasn't blushing. A commotion from within the store stopped the two in the middle of their conversation. Loud, angry-sounding voices carried to the entrance, growing into shouts.

"Just hand over the money!" a male voice demanded hotly.

"Do what he says, and nothing bad has to happen," another voice (female this time) asserted. The Doctor and Donna smashed their faces up against the glass, peering past the outfits and teddy bears. At the front desk, a young couple was staring down the cashier, who was shrinking back behind the counter. As they spoke, the woman pulled a strange-looking gun from her purse, pointing it at the cashier.

"HEY!" the Doctor yelled, bursting through the front doors. The boy and girl jumped, taken completely by surprise.

"We've got some unexpected company, Dan," the woman pointed out.

"Think I didn't see that?!" the man snapped. The Doctor ran forward, Donna right on his heels.

"Now, Kray!" Dan exclaimed. The girl shot the blaster in the general direction of Ms. Noble and her friend. Grabbing her shoulders, the Doctor pulled the ginger-haired woman to the ground. The badly-aimed blast rocketed over their heads, hitting the shelves of stuffed bears behind them. Toys crashed to the ground, flung in all directions. Kray and Dan dashed towards the front of the store. The sound of shattered glass contributed to the confused chaos.

The next moment, it was all over. The Doctor waited several tense moments to make certain that there was no immediate danger. He let his breathing slow down, and waited for his hearts to stop pounding. Then he got to his feet and offered a hand to his still shocked companion.

"Are they gone?" was Donna's first question. The Doctor nodded, looking around at the damage that had been caused.

"Looks like it," he answered. He kicked several of the bears out of the way as he ambled to the front of the store. One of the windows had been broken, and shards of glass littered the walkway outside of the shop. When he turned back to Donna, he saw that she had gone directly to the shaken cashier. Poor thing. She looked quite young, and she seemed close to tears. The Doctor smiled softly. When you first met Donna Noble, you'd never think that she was the caring type. But here she was, fresh out of a possibly deadly situation, and the first thing she did was go to the aid of another person.

"Did they take anything?" Donna was asking.

"N-no," the woman sniffed. "But they threatened me with that gun…wanted all the money…and I didn't know what to do…this is only my first week on the job…"

"Hey, hey." Donna brushed the brown hair out of the cashier's face. "Everything's all right now. They won't come back. We're gonna stop them, and make sure that this doesn't happen again, aren't we, Doctor?"

"Of course we are," the Doctor assured the two women. "In fact, we're gonna start right now." He motioned to Donna. "Come on. Better get a move on. Don't wanna lose 'em."

"Alright," Donna replied. "You'll be fine," she said, squeezing the girl's hand. Then she stood up and began picking her way through the maze of teddy bears.

"Doctor."

The Doctor sighed. "What is it now, Donna?"

Donna was standing stock still, staring at the ground. If they had been in a cartoon, her hair most likely would have been standing on end.

"Doctor, that teddy bear just moved on its own."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at his companion. "Donna, there's no way that a stuffed toy could move…" his criticism died into silence and he blinked. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. He could've sworn that one of the toy bears had lifted its arm in the air.

"Over there!" Donna shrieked, pointing. One of the bears was picking itself up, teetering on sausage-like legs. And another. And another.

An army of small bears were standing up and tottering around the floor of the store. The Doctor and Donna glanced at each other, both of them trying to comprehend the strange turn of events.

"We-e-ll…" the Doctor mused. "This is certainly…odd."

Donna had recovered from her initial shock, and now she bent over to examine the bear closest to her. "They're kinda cute," she said, reaching a hand towards it. The bear regarded her silently with unblinking glass eyes. Then it threw itself at her face. Donna screamed and bounced back. As if by an unspoken cue, a dozen or so bears scrambled towards her, latching onto her legs and trying to climb up her body. The Doctor leaped to his companion's aid. Flinging the stuffed animals off of her, he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the store. The bears streamed out behind them, running, tripping, crawling after them at an impossible speed.

"They're teddy bears!" Donna squealed, looking back over her shoulder. "We're gonna be killed by bleedin' TEDDY BEARS!"

One of the bears launched itself at them, and it managed to snag the Doctor's sleeve. The Doctor attempted to shake it off. When it didn't budge, he pulled harder. With a ripping noise, the bear finally let go, falling back into the horde.

The Doctor and Donna stared at the fuzzy arm that the Doctor had ripped off of the animal. Stuffing spilled out of the open end.

"Right, then," the Doctor muttered. He tossed it behind him. "Maybe it's some form of temporary animation?"

Donna could hardly care about what had caused it. Right now, she only cared about two things: how long this was going to last, and finding out the weakness of the killer stuffed animals. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the Doctor flinging bags – her shopping bags – at the teddy bears.

"WHAT. ARE. YOU. FLIPPIN'. DOING?!"

"We need to hold them back!" the Doctor responded, sounding borderline desperate. Donna's face flushed and paled. Biting back a stream of livid and not-quite-appropriate language, she allowed her hot anger to give her an extra burst of speed.

Dan and Kray were gonna get it bad. If they didn't, then she would take it out on the killer toys. Not one of their stuffed, makeshift minions was going to be left in one stitched-up piece.

And the Doctor? Well, she already knew the perfect punishment for him.

She'd just have to make another mall-stop.

Well…this is really, really, really long.

I hope you guys don't mind.

So…yeah.

Enjoy, I guess. And leave a review, letting me know what you guys think.

*slinks away*