Tea on Tripollicus XII. Lovely planet, lovely people. That's what the Doctor had said. Best tea in the galaxy. So, why the heck had Donna been running from a very big spider thing for the past half hour
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"It was XI not XII!" the Doctor yelled at the top of his lung as he ran across the muddy ground. He always got Roman numerals wrong. The tea was on the next planet, giant spiders on this plant. Of course! It all seemed so simple now, no wonder Adam kept on asking if he was sure. The bloody numerals.
Yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran, flailing his arms awkward, he managed to attract most of them to himself, pulling them away from Donna. The spiders seemed to have a rule - when in doubt, always follow the wailing pink flesh creature thing.
The Doctor went right in a loop, slipped down a muddy hill and landed right in the swamp. He didn't start panicking till he was sinking.
Typical. Time Lord brain jam-packed full of knowledge and he can't even get his Roman numerals right. Sigh. How he had survived this long without being killed beyond regeneration Donna would never know.
Oh great. And now he was stuck in a swamp. A sinking swamp. Some cruel, evil, twisted part of Donna wanted to leave him there. It'd serve him right. Tea indeed. She was dressed in her tea drinking finery and now it was ruined.
"Stop flailing around. You'll sink quicker." She made her way to the edge of the swamp. Oh, there boots were so ruined. She reached out her hand to him. "Come on, you idiot, before those spiders catch up and turn you into a snack."
Oh yuck, he was waist deep and the swamp was plastering his trousers to him. He gripped Donna tight and kicked his legs, managing to get out of the swamp, dragging half of it out with him. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed Donna's hand with his own muddy one and dragged her off to the TARDIS.
Adam was lucky that he was sick and refused to come, at least he kept himself and Percy safe. That meant it was just the two of them fumbling about in a swamp.
"Next time, I'll check. This was completely my fault, I take full blame. But, well, make sure to wipe your feet when we get in."
"Watch it with the mud, Spaceman!" Great, now she was covered in even more mud. Once they got back she would be forever claiming the bathroom. "And yes, yes it is all your fault. Mister 'I know everything about everything'."
The comment about wiping her feet only received a death glare. Someone wasn't a happy bunny.
She ran with him. The TARDIS wasn't that far away now. She stopped suddenly, pulling the Doctor to a halt with her. Great. The quickest path to the TARDIS was blocked by very angry, very hungry, very giant spiders. "I hate spiders..."
"Fine, but the first slightest squeak of unhappiness and you can take over." Sorry Doctor, Donna cares more about Percy's contentment than your loathing of tea making.
She gave him a light, playful shove - instantly regretting it as pain coursed through her injured hand, all the way along her arm. Oh, that spider had done a right number on her.
"Percy loves doing things for me!" He did but probably because the Doctor programmed him to do all of this. After all, he did original make Percy just to make him tea. And he never did think Percy would be like a child.
He assumed he was just scraps he could pull together, not eventually his adopted robotic son!
He also loves eating fridges and taking photos of the Doctor's feet. Not everything is good. "Bet the only reason you wanted an android is so it can't argue back and moan at you." Like Donna. Donna loved arguing and moaning...
And she was still whimpering about her hand. Her swollen, puss-filled, wriggling hand... Wriggling?! That... couldn't be good...
"But I love Percy, that's all that matters," Of course he did. If he didn't then he wouldn't of sat there all night while Percy clung to his leg and glued him into place. He loved the little android.
Walking along to the kitchen, he wasn't even paying attention to Donna. Definitely useless!
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Yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran, flailing his arms awkward, he managed to attract most of them to himself, pulling them away from Donna. The spiders seemed to have a rule - when in doubt, always follow the wailing pink flesh creature thing.
The Doctor went right in a loop, slipped down a muddy hill and landed right in the swamp. He didn't start panicking till he was sinking.
"Gah! Donnnnna!"
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Oh great. And now he was stuck in a swamp. A sinking swamp. Some cruel, evil, twisted part of Donna wanted to leave him there. It'd serve him right. Tea indeed. She was dressed in her tea drinking finery and now it was ruined.
"Stop flailing around. You'll sink quicker." She made her way to the edge of the swamp. Oh, there boots were so ruined. She reached out her hand to him. "Come on, you idiot, before those spiders catch up and turn you into a snack."
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Adam was lucky that he was sick and refused to come, at least he kept himself and Percy safe. That meant it was just the two of them fumbling about in a swamp.
"Next time, I'll check. This was completely my fault, I take full blame. But, well, make sure to wipe your feet when we get in."
Well, he had to ask!
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The comment about wiping her feet only received a death glare. Someone wasn't a happy bunny.
She ran with him. The TARDIS wasn't that far away now. She stopped suddenly, pulling the Doctor to a halt with her. Great. The quickest path to the TARDIS was blocked by very angry, very hungry, very giant spiders. "I hate spiders..."
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She gave him a light, playful shove - instantly regretting it as pain coursed through her injured hand, all the way along her arm. Oh, that spider had done a right number on her.
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He assumed he was just scraps he could pull together, not eventually his adopted robotic son!
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And she was still whimpering about her hand. Her swollen, puss-filled, wriggling hand... Wriggling?! That... couldn't be good...
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Walking along to the kitchen, he wasn't even paying attention to Donna. Definitely useless!
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