Fantastic Fans
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This was inspired by how I felt before I got an air conditioner in my room.
Donna fanned at herself half-heartedly with a hand. The small movement of air did nothing but move a few stray hairs on her head. She groaned in annoyance as a bead of sweat made its way down her face and fell from her chin onto her chest. In an effort to become an intimate acquaintance of the sudden breeze, Donna lifted her face and sat up straighter. To her immense frustration, the coolness disappeared before she had a chance to feel it further.
Suddenly, a hand tapped her shoulder. She turned around, only to see that it was the Doctor. At her questioning glance, he took her hand and helped her out of the beach chair she was sitting in.
His hair stuck to his face from the heat, the brown darker than usual because of the sweat it was drenched in. He was wearing a light shirt and shorts, just as Donna was in a swimsuit.
"Where are we going?" Donna asked, already out of breath.
"Major heatwave is coming," the Doctor pulled her along.
"The TARDIS?" Donna prompted.
"In our hotel room," he replied.
Donna was pulled into the room by her right arm, and the Doctor closed the door directly after that. The protective material in the walls kept the harmful radiation out as they took turns in the large shower.
Then, seated together on one of the large couches, they breathed in the fresh air—"And don't you dare tell me that this is just hot air being blown around, it's alien and it feels good, Doctor!"—from a small, handheld cross between a fan and an air conditioner that had been handed out to all tourists.