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katherine_b) wrote2009-06-22 09:34 pm
katherine_b) wrote2009-06-22 09:34 pm
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New DW Fic - Stop Messin' Around 1/1
Title: Stop Messin’ Around
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katherine_b
Rating: G
Word Count: 150
Prompt Word: Twisted
Summary: The Doctor has something else to ask Donna.
Notes/Warning: A follow-up to Living on the Edge, this was written for the twelfth weekly drabble challenge with the prompt ‘twisted’. I’m also continuing the pattern of naming the stories in this series (if it continues) after Aerosmith songs.
“Ow!”
Donna pokes her head into a nearby room when she hears the Doctor’s voice. She finds him sucking the tip of his index finger, glaring at something on the table.
She leans against the doorjamb to watch him, a smile creeping across her face.
It’s been six months since he confessed that he loved her.
It made her confession that she loved him a lot easier to make.
She’s still wondering how he hurt himself when he gets up and stomps out of the room, presumably to get a plaster.
Crossing the room, she stares down at the results of his handiwork, the silent laughter fading into a smile as tears glisten in her eyes.
On the table in front of her are three long-stemmed red roses, the stems of which have been twisted together and are held in place by a gold band, adorned with a sparkling diamond.
Author:
katherine_bRating: G
Word Count: 150
Prompt Word: Twisted
Summary: The Doctor has something else to ask Donna.
Notes/Warning: A follow-up to Living on the Edge, this was written for the twelfth weekly drabble challenge with the prompt ‘twisted’. I’m also continuing the pattern of naming the stories in this series (if it continues) after Aerosmith songs.
“Ow!”
Donna pokes her head into a nearby room when she hears the Doctor’s voice. She finds him sucking the tip of his index finger, glaring at something on the table.
She leans against the doorjamb to watch him, a smile creeping across her face.
It’s been six months since he confessed that he loved her.
It made her confession that she loved him a lot easier to make.
She’s still wondering how he hurt himself when he gets up and stomps out of the room, presumably to get a plaster.
Crossing the room, she stares down at the results of his handiwork, the silent laughter fading into a smile as tears glisten in her eyes.
On the table in front of her are three long-stemmed red roses, the stems of which have been twisted together and are held in place by a gold band, adorned with a sparkling diamond.
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Luckily, he has Donna! And now that she has seen his surprise, maybe she'll be in a good mood and will agree to play nurse and not make too much fun about him whining like a little boy!
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