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Title: Daydreams 6/6
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katherine_b
Rating: Teen
Characters: Ten/Donna
Spoilers: All of Season 4 up to the end of Forest of the Dead
Summary: The Doctor has nightmares about Donna.
Part VI
It could be minutes, or hours, or even days later (although he’s pretty sure it’s not that long, because otherwise he’d be awfully hungry and Donna would be unbearable!) when the Doctor finally finds time to notice his surroundings.
He’s lying on the double bed of the room he’s only ever been in once before, his head on Donna Noble’s bare stomach, and she’s running her fingers through his hair.
“So, this room…” she begins, and he chuckles.
“I know, I know.”
“You said you could tell me what every single room in the TARDIS was,” she teases. “I should have put you to that test after all!”
“Well, it’s not my fault that she did what she did!”
“The old girl’s playing Cupid.”
“She’s been doing that ever since the first day we met,” he reminds her.
The Doctor looks around at what was formerly a small, rather plain room with a big bed and not much else.
The wall that once divided it from Donna’s bedroom is now gone and he can see the paintings that he only saw for the first time when he found her sitting asleep on her bed. The shopping has been put away in a new, even bigger walk-in robe on one side of the room and the bags have been stacked neatly on a table that stood where Donna’s bed had once been.
The Doctor knows that the TARDIS is still feeling guilty about what she did to them.
He turns his head to the other side and sees part of what had been his room. Here, too, the dividing wall is gone. The walls of this section of the room are lined with shelves, upon which is lying all of the bits and pieces that had once been scattered on his bed. His old bed, too, is gone, replaced by a large couch, which, as they’ve already discovered, is almost sinfully comfortable and far roomier than it looks.
Perhaps the most interesting part is that the coral-coloured theme that had slowly been becoming more obvious in Donna’s room, and which had been the predominant hue in his room, has now been extended throughout this new bedroom. In fact, in some ways, the Doctor feels as if he’s in the console room.
“Your ship knows you pretty well,” Donna teases, tugging gently on his hair to get his attention.
“Oi!” He looks up at her, pretending to frown. “No reading my mind when I’m not expecting it. I could have been thinking all sorts of things!”
“It’s a bit hard not to when you’re all but shouting at me in my head,” she says with a grin, clearly not at all bothered by his pretended annoyance.
He’s not surprised. He can feel the sheer happiness and relief and joy washing over him from her mind and he knows she would be able to feel similar emotions from him. He wonders about the last time he felt this genuinely happy and decides that it must have been an awfully long time ago.
“When did you know?” he asks suddenly, looking up at Donna. “When did you first feel that connection between us?”
She stares up at the ceiling, curling his hair around her fingers, before speaking. “I knew there was something different about you that very first day. Do you remember when you went up that ladder at H. C. Clements to find out what was going on and where we were? You told Lance and me not to do anything.”
“You told me I’d better come back,” he says, remembering.
“And you said you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” she finishes for him. “I don’t know what it was about that, but it made me think you didn’t really want to get rid of me either.”
He draws a circle around her navel with the tip of his finger and watches her smile at the ticklish sensation. “I didn’t know then what an impossible task it would be,” he teases.
“And then,” she goes on, “when you were telling me about huon particles, you told me you weren’t about to lose someone else. D’you remember?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well,” she says, “I couldn’t help thinking that you meant it in a more personal way than just that I was another in a long line. I mean,” she goes on hurriedly, “maybe you did mean it like that, but…”
He moves quickly, his head on the pillow beside hers before the word is fully out of her mouth and his finger pressed against her lips, silencing her.
“I didn’t mean it like that at all,” he says firmly, before removing his finger so that he can kiss her again, a long, sensual, slow kiss that sets his nerves tingling. However he stops himself from pulling her closer to him and instead rears up on one elbow to look down into her face. “You know I didn’t,” he scolds gently, brushing a strand of hair away.
“Does it bother you?”
He arches an eyebrow, wondering what she means. “Does what bother me?”
“That I know what you’re thinking.” A guilty expression appears on her face. “It’s not – I don’t mean to.”
“I know.” He strokes her temple with his thumb. “I can teach you how to tone it down a bit so that you don’t pick up on everything.
“Well, it’s not everyone.” She frowns at the ceiling before focusing on him again. “Just you.”
“You’ll probably find that you keep picking up on things about me, even if you’re trying to block it out,” he tells her. “You might not even realize how you’ll know something – you just will.”
“Like how you knew about my fear of fire,” she suggests, her eyes dancing.
He tangles his fingers into her hair, unable to help thinking how ironic it is that his flame-haired beauty should be frightened of the thing that always makes him think of her.
“Something like that,” he says noncommittally, seeing suspicion flare in her eyes.
“You went fishing for information?”
“I had to know, Donna.” He frowns, feeling guilty all over again at his searches through her sleeping mind. “I had to know what you went through, and I didn’t have a strong enough memory of events myself. I didn’t trust what I thought was just guesswork on my part, either, although I know now that that was coming from you. But then I thought it was the only way to find out.”
He pouts, widening his eyes to cast an appealing look at her, even as a frown appears on her face.
“Are you angry with me?”
“You prawn,” she says fondly, the unhappy expression gone in an instant. “Just – in future, ask first, okay?” She reaches up to dot a kiss on his mouth. “You might be surprised how much I’d tell you. Not that I could keep a secret from you now if I tried, could I?”
“Of course you can!” He lowers himself to lie beside her again, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’ll show you how, I promise. That way I’ll only know what you want me to know.”
“And then,” she agrees, “I’ll only know those things about me that you’re happy to share with me.”
“That’s everything,” he assures her. “There’s nothing about me that I don’t want you to know.”
He can see lights and secrets dancing in her blue eyes as she smiles up at him.
“What else do you know about me?” he can’t help asking.
She smiles. “I know I love you,” she admits softly, adding, almost shyly, “that I’m in love with you. But more than that,” he arches an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue, “I know your name. I heard it when you took me to the Medusa Cascade. The stars told me.”
And when she settles into the warm circle of his arms and whispers those forbidden syllables in his ear before kissing him again, he knows that his forever with Donna Noble has just begun.
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Author:
katherine_b Rating: Teen
Characters: Ten/Donna
Spoilers: All of Season 4 up to the end of Forest of the Dead
Summary: The Doctor has nightmares about Donna.
Part VI
It could be minutes, or hours, or even days later (although he’s pretty sure it’s not that long, because otherwise he’d be awfully hungry and Donna would be unbearable!) when the Doctor finally finds time to notice his surroundings.
He’s lying on the double bed of the room he’s only ever been in once before, his head on Donna Noble’s bare stomach, and she’s running her fingers through his hair.
“So, this room…” she begins, and he chuckles.
“I know, I know.”
“You said you could tell me what every single room in the TARDIS was,” she teases. “I should have put you to that test after all!”
“Well, it’s not my fault that she did what she did!”
“The old girl’s playing Cupid.”
“She’s been doing that ever since the first day we met,” he reminds her.
The Doctor looks around at what was formerly a small, rather plain room with a big bed and not much else.
The wall that once divided it from Donna’s bedroom is now gone and he can see the paintings that he only saw for the first time when he found her sitting asleep on her bed. The shopping has been put away in a new, even bigger walk-in robe on one side of the room and the bags have been stacked neatly on a table that stood where Donna’s bed had once been.
The Doctor knows that the TARDIS is still feeling guilty about what she did to them.
He turns his head to the other side and sees part of what had been his room. Here, too, the dividing wall is gone. The walls of this section of the room are lined with shelves, upon which is lying all of the bits and pieces that had once been scattered on his bed. His old bed, too, is gone, replaced by a large couch, which, as they’ve already discovered, is almost sinfully comfortable and far roomier than it looks.
Perhaps the most interesting part is that the coral-coloured theme that had slowly been becoming more obvious in Donna’s room, and which had been the predominant hue in his room, has now been extended throughout this new bedroom. In fact, in some ways, the Doctor feels as if he’s in the console room.
“Your ship knows you pretty well,” Donna teases, tugging gently on his hair to get his attention.
“Oi!” He looks up at her, pretending to frown. “No reading my mind when I’m not expecting it. I could have been thinking all sorts of things!”
“It’s a bit hard not to when you’re all but shouting at me in my head,” she says with a grin, clearly not at all bothered by his pretended annoyance.
He’s not surprised. He can feel the sheer happiness and relief and joy washing over him from her mind and he knows she would be able to feel similar emotions from him. He wonders about the last time he felt this genuinely happy and decides that it must have been an awfully long time ago.
“When did you know?” he asks suddenly, looking up at Donna. “When did you first feel that connection between us?”
She stares up at the ceiling, curling his hair around her fingers, before speaking. “I knew there was something different about you that very first day. Do you remember when you went up that ladder at H. C. Clements to find out what was going on and where we were? You told Lance and me not to do anything.”
“You told me I’d better come back,” he says, remembering.
“And you said you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” she finishes for him. “I don’t know what it was about that, but it made me think you didn’t really want to get rid of me either.”
He draws a circle around her navel with the tip of his finger and watches her smile at the ticklish sensation. “I didn’t know then what an impossible task it would be,” he teases.
“And then,” she goes on, “when you were telling me about huon particles, you told me you weren’t about to lose someone else. D’you remember?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well,” she says, “I couldn’t help thinking that you meant it in a more personal way than just that I was another in a long line. I mean,” she goes on hurriedly, “maybe you did mean it like that, but…”
He moves quickly, his head on the pillow beside hers before the word is fully out of her mouth and his finger pressed against her lips, silencing her.
“I didn’t mean it like that at all,” he says firmly, before removing his finger so that he can kiss her again, a long, sensual, slow kiss that sets his nerves tingling. However he stops himself from pulling her closer to him and instead rears up on one elbow to look down into her face. “You know I didn’t,” he scolds gently, brushing a strand of hair away.
“Does it bother you?”
He arches an eyebrow, wondering what she means. “Does what bother me?”
“That I know what you’re thinking.” A guilty expression appears on her face. “It’s not – I don’t mean to.”
“I know.” He strokes her temple with his thumb. “I can teach you how to tone it down a bit so that you don’t pick up on everything.
“Well, it’s not everyone.” She frowns at the ceiling before focusing on him again. “Just you.”
“You’ll probably find that you keep picking up on things about me, even if you’re trying to block it out,” he tells her. “You might not even realize how you’ll know something – you just will.”
“Like how you knew about my fear of fire,” she suggests, her eyes dancing.
He tangles his fingers into her hair, unable to help thinking how ironic it is that his flame-haired beauty should be frightened of the thing that always makes him think of her.
“Something like that,” he says noncommittally, seeing suspicion flare in her eyes.
“You went fishing for information?”
“I had to know, Donna.” He frowns, feeling guilty all over again at his searches through her sleeping mind. “I had to know what you went through, and I didn’t have a strong enough memory of events myself. I didn’t trust what I thought was just guesswork on my part, either, although I know now that that was coming from you. But then I thought it was the only way to find out.”
He pouts, widening his eyes to cast an appealing look at her, even as a frown appears on her face.
“Are you angry with me?”
“You prawn,” she says fondly, the unhappy expression gone in an instant. “Just – in future, ask first, okay?” She reaches up to dot a kiss on his mouth. “You might be surprised how much I’d tell you. Not that I could keep a secret from you now if I tried, could I?”
“Of course you can!” He lowers himself to lie beside her again, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’ll show you how, I promise. That way I’ll only know what you want me to know.”
“And then,” she agrees, “I’ll only know those things about me that you’re happy to share with me.”
“That’s everything,” he assures her. “There’s nothing about me that I don’t want you to know.”
He can see lights and secrets dancing in her blue eyes as she smiles up at him.
“What else do you know about me?” he can’t help asking.
She smiles. “I know I love you,” she admits softly, adding, almost shyly, “that I’m in love with you. But more than that,” he arches an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue, “I know your name. I heard it when you took me to the Medusa Cascade. The stars told me.”
And when she settles into the warm circle of his arms and whispers those forbidden syllables in his ear before kissing him again, he knows that his forever with Donna Noble has just begun.
Next Part
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