Lost on Mars ♦ for alwaystheguv

[noblexcompanion]

Blend in. That's what the Doctor had told her. The TARDIS was sick and damaged and he needed to repair her which meant leaving Donna where they had crash landed for awhile. It wouldn't've been so bad if they hadn't crash landed in some parallel universe in 1973. Donna hadn't been born until the mid-70s and her memories of that time were fuzzy at

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[alwaystheguv]

Fear not Donna, for your knight in shining armour is here... well, he has a rather lovely coat anyway. And he's not exactly knight-ish either. He pretty much came out of nowhere and BAM! Someone had a fist in the face. The mugger dropped to the floor and there stood Gene Hunt - with a sandwich half hanging out of his mouth and an annoyed expression on his face.

What? He was on break. Still, on break or not on break, he couldn't let some git swipe someone handbag.

Shoving the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, he chew thoroughly and crouched down, snagging the bag free from the bastards hand and offering to the women it had been taken from.

He did say something but it was somewhat muffled by the mouthful of bacon sandwich. Not far from behind Gene, standing by a Cortina, a shorter and perhaps more conventionally handsome man put his head in his hands. Oh Sam, he stopped the mugger, what more did he want?

[noblexcompanion]

Sob. Her hero! Still, Donna can't help but jump a little as the said fist connected with said git's face. Hey, at least her handbag was nice and safe, and with the addition of grease. Lovely.

She accepted the handbag, giving a smile. "Thanks." She could've handled it herself though. Really.

Donna glanced over at the Cortina. A shudder ran down her spine. That guy? Yeah, he seemed familiar. "Your mate doesn't like your methods, eh?"

[alwaystheguv]

"He doesn't like anything," except well ordered paper work and gay boy science. Give him some of that and he was practically wanking himself off at the sight. Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention back to the bird in front of him, giving her a somewhat bored look.

"Watch what you're doin' in future. Dozy cow, honestly. Women can't keep a hold of anything."

Shaking his head, he was already starting off down the street to get the Cortina. Man of perfect manners, he was.

[noblexcompanion]

"Oi! It's not like I waved my handbag around shouting 'look at me, I'm a weak damsel in distress'. Besides, I had it under control, I'd nearly caught up to the git when you come wading in here with your big 'look at me' heroics." Manners? Donna lacks them.

"Who the hell do you think you are, anyway, waltzing around like your some kind of superior king of the jungle?"

[noblexcompanion]

The telly in Donna's flat was broken. Typical. The fridge looked like aliens had been using it as a breeding zone and the tap dripped. Lovely. Just lovely. She'd given up trying to make the place look less like a doss-house and more like a flat and decided her time would be much better spent sulking in the pub.

It'd been easy enough to find the pub. Well, it was only just down the road, but all she really had to do was follow the noise. She stepped inside to be greeted by a cloud of smoke. Oh yeah, no smoking ban. Reminded her of her youth. She headed to the bar and ... oh god... that DCI bloke from earlier. Just what she needed. She did her best to ignore him and caught Nelson's attention. "Pint of lager, please, mate." No girly drinks for her.

[alwaystheguv]

It was like that mental bird from Hyde was stalking him. Followed him to the station, living where his DCI does and now he was invading his bloody pub. His haven, his sanctuary, his-- was she downing a pint? Well, fine, that was impressive. Little off putting but still.

"You stalking me now then?"

[noblexcompanion]

Donna rolled her eyes at Gene. "In your dreams, Sunshine." Couldn't the TARDIS have crashlanded some place nice? A beach? Somewhere far, far away from 1970s Manchester.

She paid for her drink, picked up the glass and downed the whole thing in seconds. God was she ever ready for that. She ordered another one.

"Got better things to do with my time than follow some nicotine stained, sexist, lazy, thug of a copper around, ta."

[alwaystheguv]

"You say all of that like I should be ashamed."

And he wasn't, he never would be. Instead, he took a nice long drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke right back at Donna. Yes, he was a git. But hey, he wasn't the only one blowing smoke in this place. Literally and figuratively.

"You know, the more of them you down, the more I start to doubt that you're actually a bird."

[noblexcompanion]

It hadn't taken Donna long to settle in. The typewriter was less convenient and comfortable than a computer, but she was managing alright so far. She'd already done a whole pile of reports.

She dared to enter the lion's den, setting the reports down on the desk, as well as a bacon butty, a cup of tea and two painkillers. Don't say she doesn't care, Gene.

[alwaystheguv]

Huh... that was usually Sams job. Gene pried his eyes open and knocked back the painkillers with his scotch before grabbing a hold of the sandwich, Yeah, cheers."

And that was literally it. What? Did she want something more?

[noblexcompanion]

She rolled her eyes at him, holding back the laugh that threatened to escape. She drummed her fingers against the pile of reports. "Need your signature on all of these. I marked all the places you need to sign to make it easier for you, since you don't seem like the paperwork kind of guy."

She smiled. "Oh, and the puppy and the sexist git snuck out the back door about half an hour ago." That would be Chris and Ray then.