Extremely Enraged
Prompt: "slippers"
From: abbytemple
Words: 288
In the Doctor's opinion, it was a good morning. He and Donna had gotten breakfast in the Vegas Galaxies, had not attracted any trouble, and Finn was nothing but adorable. Speaking of Finn—
"Doctor!" found Finn, then.
"Coming!" he shouted back, not wanting (read: daring) to keep Donna waiting.
The Doctor ran out of his room, trench coat billowing behind him. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, hair all over the place (then again, when wasn't it?), and Converse trainers falling off as they were not tied. It was a more dramatic look than Donna approved of, but the Doctor figured it was better for her to judge his fashion than to get mad at him for being late.
"Doctor!" she shouted again, this time, more agitated than before.
When the Doctor ran into Donna's room, he was surprised to see nothing out of the ordinary. Her room had a big closet, an adjoining bathroom, a double bed, and a wooden dresser that held various souvenirs.
Donna stood in the middle of her room in a light pink bathrobe over yellow pajamas. An expression of extreme fury was on her face.
"Doctor," she said calmly. "Where's Finn?"
"I. . . a-aah. . ." the Doctor stammered.
"I only ask that because he was in my room," she continued. "In my slippers."
The Doctor gulped. He looked at the purple silk slippers near the door, a gift from the cat people of New New York. At least what used to be the slippers. They were shredded and covered in cat fur.
"Care to explain?" Donna asked.
The Doctor heard a bit of a commotion next to the bed. A nose twitched and blue eyes twinkled from beneath the covers.
"Mreow."
The second appearance of Finn the cat, which I hope you like.