Drabble(ish): An Evening at the Pictures
Title: An Evening at the Pictures
Author:
lemon_pencil
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Donna
Disclaimer: The Doctor and Donna do not belong to me because the BBC keeps them locked in a tower.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Prompt word: Picture
Author's notes: Response to the Weekly Drabble Challenge at
doctor_donna.Hmm, at 300 words it's not strictly a drabble or a ficlet. I'm coining a new word: it's a frabble =)
Donna twirled spaghetti around her fork absent-mindedly, thinking about the evening that stretched out in front of them. "So, what are we doing tonight?" she asked.
The Doctor looked up from eating. Donna noted with little surprise that he’d got bolognaise sauce round his mouth, again. He spoke through a mouthful of pasta. "I was thinking we could go to the pictures. Yeah, that’d be good. I haven’t been in ages."
"The pictures? Apart from the fact that nobody calls the cinema the pictures any more, isn’t that a bit tame for you?" she queried, slightly taken aback.
"No, it’ll be great! Please, Donna?" he said, with that excitable look that always made her think he looked more like nine than nine hundred.
She shrugged. "Well, no complaints from me, spaceman. You sure you don’t just want to go because you’ve picked up a reading of warp field neutron energy or something?"
He frowned. "Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing as warp field neutron energy."
She whacked him lightly on the arm. "Alright then. The pictures it is."
Sitting in the cinema later on that evening, she wondered why she’d let him choose the film. "Surprise me," she’d said. Only she hadn’t quite banked on him picking a horror movie. Donna was not a horror movie sort of person. The Doctor, on the other hand, was loving it. He’d even got his brainy specs out to see the gory detail more clearly.
She squealed as the mutated villain leapt out from behind a tree, and clutched the Doctor’s shoulder. So predictable, but annoyingly it still scared the hell out of her. Knowing he’d ruthlessly tease her for it later but not caring, she hid her face in his coat-clad chest. He smirked, and put his arm around her. When it came to horror movies, Donna Noble was the biggest wuss in the galaxy.
Author:
lemon_pencil
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Donna
Disclaimer: The Doctor and Donna do not belong to me because the BBC keeps them locked in a tower.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Prompt word: Picture
Author's notes: Response to the Weekly Drabble Challenge at
doctor_donna.Hmm, at 300 words it's not strictly a drabble or a ficlet. I'm coining a new word: it's a frabble =)
Donna twirled spaghetti around her fork absent-mindedly, thinking about the evening that stretched out in front of them. "So, what are we doing tonight?" she asked.
The Doctor looked up from eating. Donna noted with little surprise that he’d got bolognaise sauce round his mouth, again. He spoke through a mouthful of pasta. "I was thinking we could go to the pictures. Yeah, that’d be good. I haven’t been in ages."
"The pictures? Apart from the fact that nobody calls the cinema the pictures any more, isn’t that a bit tame for you?" she queried, slightly taken aback.
"No, it’ll be great! Please, Donna?" he said, with that excitable look that always made her think he looked more like nine than nine hundred.
She shrugged. "Well, no complaints from me, spaceman. You sure you don’t just want to go because you’ve picked up a reading of warp field neutron energy or something?"
He frowned. "Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing as warp field neutron energy."
She whacked him lightly on the arm. "Alright then. The pictures it is."
Sitting in the cinema later on that evening, she wondered why she’d let him choose the film. "Surprise me," she’d said. Only she hadn’t quite banked on him picking a horror movie. Donna was not a horror movie sort of person. The Doctor, on the other hand, was loving it. He’d even got his brainy specs out to see the gory detail more clearly.
She squealed as the mutated villain leapt out from behind a tree, and clutched the Doctor’s shoulder. So predictable, but annoyingly it still scared the hell out of her. Knowing he’d ruthlessly tease her for it later but not caring, she hid her face in his coat-clad chest. He smirked, and put his arm around her. When it came to horror movies, Donna Noble was the biggest wuss in the galaxy.