New Donna ficlet!
Title: The Big Four-Oh
Characters: Ten, Donna
Spoilers: None!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the love of Donna
Summary: It's Donna's Birthday
A/N: Just to note; I'm not sure how old the character is, but Catherine did turn forty a month or two before season 4 aired.
Donna walked bleary-eyed into the kitchen to be greeted by the Doctor popping out in front of her.
"Surprise!" He was holding a cake.
Donna glared at him.
"Happy birthday!"
She kept glaring at him.
"I made you a cake." He waved it in front of her face a little.
"I'm forty," she said.
"Yes," he said, grinning like an idiot. "Happy birthday."
He is an idiot "For-ty," she enunciated.
The grin dropped. "There's something I'm not getting, isn't there?"
"Good eye, Spaceman!"
"I'll...just put this here, shall I?" timidly, he placed the cake on the table.
Donna sat down dejectedly. "I just thought, you know; time machine," she gestured around her. "I could avoid being forty. Or, at least, knowing I was forty."
"Ah." He sat down across from her. "You know what they say. 'Time waits for no one.'"
She glared at him again.
"What? It's true!" he said. "Even for me! You can travel backward and forward, but your own personal timeline never stops."
Donna sighed and looked down at her hands. Did they have more wrinkles than they did yesterday? No. No, she was just more aware of them today. "I almost feel too old to be doing this. Traveling."
"You want to leave?" He looked like a kicked puppy.
"Calm down. I'm not going anywhere," she reassured him. He visibly relaxed. "It's just...Forty! Who does this kind of thing at my age-- Oh, god that's really my age isn't it?-- How many companions have you had that were as old as me."
He stared at her like a deer in headlights. "It's chocolate," he said pointing at the cake. "Who doesn't like chocolate, eh? I'll just get a knife for this." He got up like he was fleeing.
She stared at him as he looked through the silverware drawer and all the way back to the table.
"Doctor, how many companions have you had before me?"
"Thirty-seven," he answered.
"And out of all those companions, how many were close in age to me?"
"You know what," he blatantly ignored her question. "We forgot to light the candles" He went off to get matches from the cupboard.
"Oh my god! I'm the oldest, aren't I?! I'm the oldest companion you've ever had!"
"Donna," he sighed. "Forty is not old. I mean, I'm 904!"
"But you don't look it," she said petulantly.
"Not by human standards, no," he countered, sitting down with the matchbook.
"Well those are the only standards that matter to me."
"Look, Donna. Yes, it's true; You are more mature than most of my companions. The people who come to me are usually wide eyed youngsters eager to learn. But you're Different." off her look, he added, "In a good way. So many have been proteges, pupils, young wards to take under my wing, but you...You're a friend. Just a mate to share my adventures with, to talk with and to lean on. You understand?"
She had to admit, that did make her feel a little better.
He nudged the cake towards her. "There's fudge in the middle."
She couldn't suppress a little smile. "Alright. Light those candles, Alien Boy. Let's see if your cooking's any better than your driving."
It was. But not by much.
END
ETA: Since writing this fic, I have started listening to the Big Finish audios and discovered Evelyn Smythe. Oops.
Characters: Ten, Donna
Spoilers: None!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the love of Donna
Summary: It's Donna's Birthday
A/N: Just to note; I'm not sure how old the character is, but Catherine did turn forty a month or two before season 4 aired.
Donna walked bleary-eyed into the kitchen to be greeted by the Doctor popping out in front of her.
"Surprise!" He was holding a cake.
Donna glared at him.
"Happy birthday!"
She kept glaring at him.
"I made you a cake." He waved it in front of her face a little.
"I'm forty," she said.
"Yes," he said, grinning like an idiot. "Happy birthday."
He is an idiot "For-ty," she enunciated.
The grin dropped. "There's something I'm not getting, isn't there?"
"Good eye, Spaceman!"
"I'll...just put this here, shall I?" timidly, he placed the cake on the table.
Donna sat down dejectedly. "I just thought, you know; time machine," she gestured around her. "I could avoid being forty. Or, at least, knowing I was forty."
"Ah." He sat down across from her. "You know what they say. 'Time waits for no one.'"
She glared at him again.
"What? It's true!" he said. "Even for me! You can travel backward and forward, but your own personal timeline never stops."
Donna sighed and looked down at her hands. Did they have more wrinkles than they did yesterday? No. No, she was just more aware of them today. "I almost feel too old to be doing this. Traveling."
"You want to leave?" He looked like a kicked puppy.
"Calm down. I'm not going anywhere," she reassured him. He visibly relaxed. "It's just...Forty! Who does this kind of thing at my age-- Oh, god that's really my age isn't it?-- How many companions have you had that were as old as me."
He stared at her like a deer in headlights. "It's chocolate," he said pointing at the cake. "Who doesn't like chocolate, eh? I'll just get a knife for this." He got up like he was fleeing.
She stared at him as he looked through the silverware drawer and all the way back to the table.
"Doctor, how many companions have you had before me?"
"Thirty-seven," he answered.
"And out of all those companions, how many were close in age to me?"
"You know what," he blatantly ignored her question. "We forgot to light the candles" He went off to get matches from the cupboard.
"Oh my god! I'm the oldest, aren't I?! I'm the oldest companion you've ever had!"
"Donna," he sighed. "Forty is not old. I mean, I'm 904!"
"But you don't look it," she said petulantly.
"Not by human standards, no," he countered, sitting down with the matchbook.
"Well those are the only standards that matter to me."
"Look, Donna. Yes, it's true; You are more mature than most of my companions. The people who come to me are usually wide eyed youngsters eager to learn. But you're Different." off her look, he added, "In a good way. So many have been proteges, pupils, young wards to take under my wing, but you...You're a friend. Just a mate to share my adventures with, to talk with and to lean on. You understand?"
She had to admit, that did make her feel a little better.
He nudged the cake towards her. "There's fudge in the middle."
She couldn't suppress a little smile. "Alright. Light those candles, Alien Boy. Let's see if your cooking's any better than your driving."
It was. But not by much.
END
ETA: Since writing this fic, I have started listening to the Big Finish audios and discovered Evelyn Smythe. Oops.