Of Meteors and Monsoons ♦ with gaillfreys_last

[noblexcompanion]

Holidays couldn't last forever. Which probably explained why Donna was knee-deep in mud, soaking wet, freezing cold and three miles from the bleedin' TARDIS. Warm tropic suns, the Doctor had said. Glorious sunny beaches, he'd promised. The greatest meteor shower this side of the galaxy. Too bad they'd landed a decade too early in the middle of

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[noblexcompanion]

"That's not the point, Doctor! It's all about the experience and the culture and, and... bloody hell, that person has spikes..." Don't stare, Donna. Don't stare.

[gaillfreys_last]

"Don't be rude, Donna..." He takes her hand and forces her to look away. "The people are a part of the culture," he reminds her.

[noblexcompanion]

She flushes, biting her bottom lip. "Sorry, took me by surprise." She can't help being rude, Doctor. Rude and ginger, it's who she is.

Wilf chuckles and toddles along behind the Doctor and Donna. "This 'ere theatre. Got somewhere to sit, I hope?"

"Course, Gramps."

[gaillfreys_last]

"Yeah, there should be some kind of benches in there, I hope," he looks to the old man with concern. He had to remember that he's older and not like his younger companions.

[noblexcompanion]

"I know, I know. Hazard of the job. Just don't feel right leaving him on his own for too long. I mean, when it's just me and you and we get into danger, that's different."

[gaillfreys_last]

"Why is that different? I don't want to see any of you in danger...but that's how it goes."

[noblexcompanion]

"It just is!" She sighs, shoulders slumping. "He's an old man, Doctor. He should be taking it easy."

[gaillfreys_last]

"Many people say that I should take it easy. I'm Nine hundred plus!" He grins, trying to make her lighten up a bit. "We'll let him rest and we'll find some transport, to make him more comfortable. Sound good?"

[noblexcompanion]

"Well, I can hardly sonic a cash machine like some people, can I?" Donna smirks at him.

Wilf lets the lovebirds have their little spat.

[gaillfreys_last]

He just sighs. "No...but still!" he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Anyway...let's just enjoy this," he puts one arm around Donna, relaxing.

[noblexcompanion]

Donna leans into his side, snuggling with him. "Always, Spaceman."

[gaillfreys_last]

"Yes, always, Earth girl." he gives her a quick kiss to the cheek.

[noblexcompanion]

"Oh aye, off in the caravan or the tent. When we could afford it, mind. Soon as the beach came in sight off Donna would toddle."

"Yeah, thanks, Gramps... Let's not go into detail."

[gaillfreys_last]

"Awww, I like hearing about baby Donna!" He grins, loving all the details.

[noblexcompanion]

"One time, oh she must've been three or so, rushed down the beach as fast as her little feet would carry her, into the water. Bless her, her little bikini bottoms floated away with the tide."

"Right. Thank you Gramps. Enough stories now!" She doesn't think it's possible to blush any more than she already is.

[gaillfreys_last]

All the Doctor could do, was laugh and blush in embarrassment for her. "Okay, okay. That's enough," he waves off the next story that is sure to come out of Wilf's mouth.

[noblexcompanion]

"Poor Doctor." She gives him a soft kiss before searching her pocket for the credit stick.

"Surprised you didn't flash your psychic paper at them and say you were a shop inspector or sommat. Here, go treat yourself."

[gaillfreys_last]

"I could have, but I'm trying to reform my ways, when it comes to that," he says reluctantly. "Thank you. I guess I'll see you later for dinner?"

[noblexcompanion]

She steals another kiss, looping her arms around his neck to savour the moment. "Right. Keep out of trouble."

[gaillfreys_last]

"Oh I'll be a good boy, Mummy...I promise," he chuckles, giving her a kiss and waving goodbye.