The Travels of the (Not a) Martian and the (Best) Temp (in Chiswick)

by DinoDina

Small, fluffy, and sometimes sad adventures of the Doctor and Donna that we didn't get to see. Mostly Doctor (10)/Donna frienship, but mentions of Doctor (9/10)/Rose. Follows canon.

32. Comfortable Cornfields

Comfortable Cornfields

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"We'll find him, I promise," the Doctor reassured Donna, though she thought his repetition of the words was more for himself.

"I know we are," she replied.

The Doctor kicked a pebble out of the way with his foot, frowning when it only rolled a few inches before getting stuck in the dried corn.

"He's not that far away," the Doctor said suddenly. "I can smell the trail."

"You can smell, after it has been over an hour, where your runaway kitten has walked? In a cornfield favored by cats?" an incredulous Donna asked.

"Well. . . that," the doctor agreed. "And I can hear him."

"Oh," Donna cracked a smile at the relieved one on the Doctor's face.

They looked over some of the remaining upright stalks of corn, where the Doctor said Finn's gentle meows were coming from. Donna's face melted into an adoring, glassy-eyed smile, as did the Doctor's.

"Should we take him back to the TARDIS?" Donna wondered.

"Let's let him sleep," the Doctor decided, looking briefly at Donna before settling his gaze back on the orange ball of fur curled up in a pile of dried corn leaves.