Not So Silent Night (1/1)
Title: Not So Silent Night
Rating: G
Characters: Ten, Donna
Summary: Written for the fic festival Fifteen Ways Donna Shut The Doctor Up. I've been wanting to do something Christmassy themed, so here it is! Merry Christmas all ;)
“Still can’t believe you did all that on your own, Donna. Really, I'm proud of you. And, well, a little bit speechless. Literally, speechless. That’s how speechless I am.”
“No, you’re not. You’re useless. Literally, useless. That’s how disgusted I am. With you.”
“Now, come on, that’s not fair.”
“Believe me, it is. I mean, you’re a doctor. Or so you claim - I’m having serious second thoughts about that. What the hell kind of doctor gets queasy at blood?”
“In case you didn’t notice, there was a lot of blood.”
“I noticed all right. Considering I was the one flipping delivering the baby, I did notice, thank you very much. I’ve never even so much as seen a baby being born, let alone helped deliver one before, and like a typical bloke you just upped and left me to it. And when I say upped, I’m talking about your feet stuck in the air after you fainted, by the way.”
“We’ve been over this! It wasn’t fainting, Donna. It was a momentary lapse of the respiratory bypass, all right?”
“Sounds like fainting to me …”
“I’m not having this argument again!”
“Fine!”
“Fine!”
“And Doctor, just so you know, I was going to give you your present tonight.”
“Ooh, can I have it now?”
“No. Changed my mind. I gave it to her instead.”
“'Scuse me? You did what?”
“Well, I thought she needed glucose after pushing that great fat baby out. God, and I thought I was chubby as a kid -”
“Donna, I can’t even comprehend what you’re telling me. Are you telling me for my present you got … and you gave them to …?”
“Yup. Oh, and I popped a few too. Needed the energy, didn't I. Stop screwing up your face.”
“But … but … my jelly babies!”
“Tough. I noticed you didn’t give her a present.”
“Why should I? I don’t even know her!”
“Just seems a bit inappropriate not to give her one, ‘s’all I’m saying. Oi, get off my arm!”
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“Come on, Donna, we’re going back.”
“Why?”
“Something I need to do.”
* * *
“Oh, for goodness sake. You can wipe that great big smirk off your face, Spaceman.”
“I’m not smirking.”
“Yes you are. I’m going to start calling you Smirko the Smirkface.”
“Do you think he liked it? The baby?”
“What, your smirk? No, I think that’s why he started crying, actually.”
“No, Donna. Not that, I meant what I did … really? That’s why he started crying?”
“It's nearly enough to make me start crying. Now, don’t get all sulky on me, that’s nearly as bad.”
“You’re not going to get me down tonight, Donna.”
“Yes, I can see that. Oh, you make me laugh, you crazy Martian. Come here.”
“Donna, your hand’s freezing! ... There, better?”
“Erm, Doctor? You don’t have to wrap us up together in your coat, you know. It’s only my hands what are cold.”
“Don’t want you to catch a chill.”
“Riiiiiiight. Is that why you're looping your scarf round both our necks now, too?”
“Yep.”
“Well … thank you, I s'pose. But it’s Christmas, it would be weirder if one of us didn’t have a cold. Though mind you, it’s freezing here. For a desert.”
“Deserts can get pretty nippy at night.”
“Well, it was very sweet of you to go back and sonically heat the manger up, I’ll give you that.”
“Thanks, Donna. Glad I could do something.”
“Less appropriate, singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer to baby Jesus.”
“Why? Nice cheery song, he seemed to like it.”
“They don’t even have reindeer here! It’s all donkeys and cows and things.”
“Joseph was interested. Said I was very learned.”
“Yeah, about that. Why does everyone say wise men? It should go, one very wise woman called Donna. And a fainting Time Lord, though personally I don’t think you rate a mention at all.”
“Well, maybe you should have done something interesting too if you wanted him to call you learned. Oi, scarf, scarf! You'll strangle me! Stop turning!”
“We’re going back again.”
“Ohhhh, Donna! Do we have to? I still want to take you to that great big star up there. I promise you'll love it. We can go skiing on the lightfields.”
“Yeah, in a bit. Back to the stable first. Hmph, I'll show them interesting. Now, what d'you reckon’s the best way to make a fake Christmas tree out of a pile of hay?”