Donna Noble had been a Time Lord (Time Lady, she figured, was probably the proper term, or if it wasn't, it was certainly the one she preferred) for two weeks, five days, sixteen hours, and eighteen minutes, and she wanted to go on holiday. Not that it hadn't been an exciting time, because, well, it'd been positively thrilling. Definitely better ( Read more... )

If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write a drabble/short fiction makin' it happen!

Note: I do not claim to be able to write Gene Hunt. Ever. And oh, dear God, there's a very good reason why I never write accents. Fic is based on RP in paradisa, obviously. Gene is based on my bff dci_gene_hunt, who I have probably failed to do proper justice. Please do not shoot me, Gene. I promise to write fic where you actually get laid in the future. :<

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((OOC: Post-Para Donna/Peter. Donna is the wordiest narrator ever and refuses to shut up, just for the record.))

Donna's having yet another shit day in a shit week of a shit month of a shit life. She's standing outside her bed and breakfast in the rain, still wearing the sundress she'd had on earlier, before her rubbish boyfriend - boyfriend? ha! ( Read more... )

Hi there, you've reached Donna Noble. Though if you're calling me, I expect you already know it, so you don't exactly need me to say so, particularly given that we're stuck in a bloody great magical castle together and you probably aren't going to somehow dial a wrong number. Actually, I'm not sure why you're phoning me up in the first place, ( Read more... )

(Crossposted from my LJ, because I'm a dork and can do that. Now with 110% more italics!)

Donna eyes the blond Doctor from across the table, a predatory gleam in her eye. All right, so maybe he's gay (she knows he fancies men, at any rate), but maybe he's actually bisexual. And, well, she's been curious about Time Lord genitalia, and since none of ( Read more... )

Donna leaves the Doctor's room, her head spinning with all that's been crammed into it. It wasn't like last time at all - it didn't hurt, didn't completely overwhelm a part of her mind she didn't even know she had - but the feeling is still strange and completely unusual. Was that really me? she wonders, and she knows it's a daft question to ask, ( Read more... )

Like the Ood, the Heartless are the first hint that Donna might be out of her depth again. She's just gotten used to aliens, and now magic? She gladly takes refuge in the TARDIS when the Doctor offers. Her only skill in battle is running away from it - not that it isn't a valuable skill, and one she's honed while travelling with the Doctor - and ( Read more... )

All things considered, Donna didn't much mind being a cat - well, once she got past the bit where a building had turned her into a cat, which wasn't the sort of thing that happened to her every day, not even when she was travelling with the Doctor. (And she still wasn't especially happy about ending up in Paradisa in the first place, and if she ( Read more... )