Roar & Run

Prompt: "The Doctor gets invited to a rather unusual child's birthday party"

From: ErinKenobi2893

Words: 458

ErinKenobi2893: thank you! The movie's one of my personal favorites, but I think that anyone can watch/like it.

ThePro-LifeCatholic: thank you, and good luck in school. I feel that both Donna and the Doctor would treat mild illness pretty lightly, as more of an inconvenience than anything.

For the purposes of this story, Vastra and Jenny were familiar with 10, before 11.

"This is getting dangerously close to domestic, Doctor," Donna teased as she adjusted her gloves.

"Domestic?" he gasped. "Me? Never."

"Uh-huh," Donna nodded and helpfully pointed at the purple gift bag the Doctor held in his right hand. "And that's a well-disguised enemy-defeating weapon."

"It's pajamas," he replied defensively. "Classic Earth gift. And did you know. . . humans are the only species to celebrate the anniversary of birth? It's like, oh, I don't know, camping! Something so completely unique. Advanced, too, to commemorate aging while not getting vain about it. Sure, it spreads pretty quickly once you lot start colonizing, even forget its origins. . ."

Donna rolled her eyes, half-listening, and had the good sense to hold onto a railing as the TARDIS lurched and started moving.

"You made it," Vastra's voice was happy, even if a bit incredulous.

"Of course they did," Jenny said, standing at her partner's shoulder.

"No need to be defensive on their account, Dear," Vastra replied. "We both know the Doctor isn't always accurate with his piloting."

"But he has Donna," Jenny pointed out.

"True," Vastra conceded.

Both the Doctor and Donna had drifted away by then, him to give the birthday boy his gift, her to keep an eye on him. There was a large crowd around Geraint, who had just turned three, and the Doctor wasted no time pushing through it, while Donna stayed back.

"When are his parents picking him up?" asked a yellow-haired man, pointing at the Doctor and Geraint.

"Which one?" Donna smiled.

"The small one," he clarified, the stuck out his hand. "Henry. I'm the organizer for this thing. Vastra usually has me deal with public venues, at least when they're extra-terrestrial in nature. Fell through the Rift from 2017. I'm from Me-e."

"Donna," she replied, shaking his hand, noting that Henry looked human, except for the fluorescent color of his hair. "I'm the larger one's chaperone."

"Ah," Henry let out a small laugh. "Why did it have to fall to us to arrange the birthday party of a prince?"

"You're asking the wrong person," Donna replied. "We flew to get here. Apparently Vastra's familiar with Geraint's parents, and they were busy today. They'll come at around 9:00."

"Let's hope that London will still be intact by then," Vastra commented wryly, making Henry jump at her sudden appearance.

"Why wouldn't it. . ." Henry's eyes widened when he followed Vastra, Jenny, and Donna's pointed stares, and he trailed off.

"No reason," Donna quipped, louder than usual to be heard over the combined yells of the Doctor and Geraint (who apparently wanted to be called 'Rainy'), who ran from the park and into the city, the latter teaching the birthday boy how to be a Superhero.