| Date: 21 December 2007
Characters: Donna Noble, The Tenth Doctor Location: a pub, outside Link to IJ: thread #16036 |
 She'd gone home; simple as walking through a door, she'd gone back home. It was like she'd never been gone. She ate her breakfast, went to work, watched the news...nothing had changed. Three weeks of that, there was, simple as shopping and telly and coffee.
Then she walked through her front door and back she was to this place. She sighed and headed to the pub because honestly, best place for it. She ordered a fruity drink with an umbrella and pulled a trashy novel out of her purse, settling back to read it. |
 He sat down beside her, plucked the book out of her hand and flipped it over to read the back. "How can you read this rubbish?" He asked, sounding bewildered and appalled. |
| She took it back to smack his arm with it, "I might have known you'd be here." |
| "I might've known you'd fall out of reality and bury your nose in a bodice ripper - then use it to beat me!" |
| "Best use for it yet! Besides, what am I going to do here else?" She didn't sound angry, she was just studying him. |
| He sounded a lot sharper than he was being. "Better than reading it, that's for sure." He grinned, quick and a little too bright. "Oh, I don't know. Take a walk?" |
| "I like it," she argued, even while she tucked it back into her purse and stood up. |
| He rolled his eyes, finished her drink for her and stood up. "Taking my advice though, aren't you?" |
| "Maybe I was going to take a walk anyway," she held her hand out for his. |
| He took her hand and led her outside, pushing the door open with his shoulder. "You were not." |
| "I mighta been," she argued, grinning at him. "How long's it been for you, Alien boy?" |
| He looked up at the sky and said, "Oh, about a year. You?" |
| "Little bit less," she shrugged, "You find someone?" |
| "Find someone?" he echoed, stupidly. |
| "...I told you to find someone to travel with you," she looked like she was going to hit him with her purse. |
| "Oh!" He stepped out of arms reach, for safety reasons. "Yes, yes I did. Martha and Jack and Harry and all sorts of people." |
| "Who who and who?" |
| "No one you'd know," he said brightly. "Just people." |
| "Human people?" |
| "Well, Martha's human. Jack used to be and Harry was for a while." |
| "...I don't even know if you're serious or not." |
| He smiled. "Oh, completely." |
| "How is that even possible?" |
| "It's complicated. You wouldn't be interested." Pause. "Would you?" |
| "I asked, didn't I?" |
| "Sort of." |
| She bumped her shoulder into his a little harder than necessary, "Talk." |
| He oomphed and staggered sideways a little. "Harry used a chameleon circuit on himself and put his memories in a watch and Jack's immortal." |
| "A chamele- what now?" |
| "I said I'd tell you, I didn't say it would make sense." |
| "That's so like you." |
| "It is not!" |
| "Is too!" |
| He grinned. "You might be right. How 'd you end up here, anyway?" |
| "Walked through a door. You?" |
| "No fucking idea," he admitted. "Fell through a hole, I suppose." |
| "A hole?" |
| "Probably Jack's." |
| "...There's no way to make that sound clean." |
| "It's perfectly clean," he lied. "I swear, you people and your libidos." |
| "It's normal." |
| "It's not normal." |
| "For you maybe. Is for us." |
| "That's why I said 'you people' instead of 'me people'." |
| "You're not a people?" |
| "I'm a people but not a you people. Alien, remember?" |
| "You're confusing." |
| "Aren't I?" he asked, sounding a bit pleased. |
| "And a bit of a wanker," she continued. |
| "What?" he asked, making a very srunched up confused face. |
| "A. Wanker." She said slowly. |
| "How? Why? What?" |
| "...Do you not know what one is?" |
| "Of course I know what one is! I want to know how you think I'm one." |
| "Your mouth." |
| "My what?!" |
| "you're a wanker." She was laughing. |
| "My mouth makes me a wanker?" |
| "Talk talk talk." |
| "I don't think that word means what you think it means." |
| "No?" |
| "Nope." |
| "What does it?" |
| "I'm not telling." |
| "Because you don't know like enough." |
| "Not much of anything, actually, but that's not the point." |
| "What's the point?" |
| "The point is anything I do with my mouth that involves wank, isn't going to be clean." |
| "..." Donna stared. |
| He lifted his eyebrows, grinned with his teeth and kept on walking. |
| "I always thought those probing alien rumors were just rumors." |
| He choked and spluttered inarticulately. |
| Donna beamed contentedly. |
| He swatted in her direction. "You!" |
| "What?" she kept beaming. |
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