Colorful Crayons
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ErinKenobi2893: I definitely am a fan of his glasses. Thank you!
"No," Martha put the phone in between her ear and shoulder and looked at the Doctor and Donna, sitting on the floor before returning her attention to the conversation. "I don't think it's anything too bad. I don't think it's anything bad at all. Besides, the woman with the curly hair said it was only going to last for a day or two."
"Doctor, where are you going?" Donna asked then, trotting after him.
"I'm getting the crayons," he explained, sighing as if he had been horribly inconvenienced by the question.
"That sounded mean," Donna berated. "Martha, was that mean?"
"That was slightly mean, Doctor," Martha agreed, and he looked at them. "Did you mean to?"
"No," he pouted, running over to Donna and grabbing her hand. "Donna, please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not," she grinned, and, hand in hand, they ran to the box of crayons.
"As you can hear," Martha sighed into the phone. "They're having the time of their lives. Why're you laughing?"
"Is that a sun?" she heard Donna ask.
"Jack, it's not that funny," Martha scolded, and went over to Donna and the Doctor. "Doctor, what are you drawing?"
"It's me and my best friends," he grinned and proudly showed her the picture he had been working on.
"That's marvelous!" Martha smiled and looked at it, putting the phone onto the ground and on speaker. "Is that you in the middle?"
"Yes," he pointed. "And that's Rose, and that's Donna, and that's you, and that's Jack—"
"I'm on there, too?" Jack's awestruck voice erupted from the speaker. "Martha, you didn't say he was turned into an adorable child!"
"Donna's adorable, too!" the Doctor pitched in. "Jack, please don't interrupt me."
"You heard him," Martha chuckled as the Doctor kept pointing at people on his picture and explaining them all to Donna.
". . . and that's Sarah-Jane, and that's Grandpa Wilf, and that's Tutty-amon . . ."