Klutzy Kid
Prompt: How Donna and the Doctor got turned into children
From: ThePro-LifeCatholic
Words: 542
This is a prequel to Chapter 61, Colorful Crayons. Also, sorry for the delay!
They were stuck in a cell. Really, Martha groaned, this wasn't the reason she returned. Of course, she had missed the action, as well as the Doctor himself, but sitting in cells was never as fun or exciting as it sounded. She rolled her eyes. The Doctor was kneeling next to the door, digging around in a small cabinet. From the looks of it, it housed a few wires, and Martha could connect the dots to see that it was the security system.
"Are you sure that's the right wire?" she asked, leaning over the Doctor's shoulder. She was hovering, she knew, but if it was the incorrect wire, her hovering would be the least of their problems.
"Yes, of course," the Doctor nodded, pointing at a wire, striped in purple and lime green.
"What's going to happen when you sonic it?"
Martha noticed the incredibly large group of wires in the cabinet. They weren't identical, not at all, but there were so many. How on Earth—or Opricon VII, as the case was—could he know which one was the right one? For all they knew, they'd get turned into frogs when he soniced it.
"Doctor!"
That was Donna, Martha recognized her voice. She was shouting, but in more of a whisper than a yell. As far as Martha knew, she had been locked in a different cell. But she'd give it to Donna, the redhead was resourceful. She might have even gotten out of the cell by herself.
"Donna?" the Doctor's face lit up when he looked up from the cabinet, and he pushed his glasses up onto the top of his head. Martha noticed his squinting when he turned back to the cabinet.
"Yes," Donna replied quickly. "Doctor, don't do that."
"Do what?" he frowned.
"Cut the wires," Donna sat down on the other side of the cell bars, right in front of him. "This isn't where the cell opens, I heard them talking. That's how I was able to get out."
"You heard where the actual exit shortcut is?" Martha chimed in, leaning over the Doctor's shoulder again.
"Yes," Donna nodded, and pointed to the other wall of the cell. "It's there. See the little bump next to the floor. It's a button. You just press it the same number of times as there are horizontal bars on the door."
"That's specific," Martha laughed. Only with the Doctor would there be such a solution. Oh, she had definitely missed this!
"Let's do it!" the Doctor put his glasses back on, and Martha backed up to the small bed—there was no being too careful. "I'm just going to close this."
He pointed his sonic at the wires. Martha had a small thought that it was a bad idea—didn't Donna just tell them not to touch the wires? Was the screwdriver still on the 'cut' setting?—but, the Doctor knew best, after all.
"No, Doctor, don't!" she suddenly heard Donna say.
Martha had to shield her eyes from a bright light that covered both of her companions.
"It turns intruders into children," a small redhead finished with a frown, standing in the place where Donna had been.
Martha gaped as the now-five-year-old Doctor tripped over his too-large coat.