Title: Second Chances Part III – The Doctor 6/12
Author:
katherine_b
Rating: G
Characters: Donna and the Doctor
Disclaimer: Still wishing and hoping they might be mine, but to no avail.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of Season 4.
Summary: Donna has news for the Doctor...
Chapter V
“Thank Rassilon she’s lost those ears at last!” the Doctor declares on the morning Elizabeth turns ten months old.
“I thought they were kind of cute,” Donna tells him. “Makes me wish I’d met your ninth self.”
He chuckles and slides his arms around her waist. They watch their daughter scoot around the floor, making full use of her newly discovered crawling abilities.
“Do you think she will go on in a month to look like the eleventh version of you?” Donna asks, twisting in his arms to look up at him. “That would be weird – although strangely reassuring when it comes time for you to actually regenerate.”
“Anyone would think you were keen for it to happen, the way you talk about it,” he grumbles, and then kisses her in return when she dots her lips against his mouth.
“No, I think she’ll stop changing now,” he goes on. “My genes won’t have any more instructions about what I look like in the future. We’ll only know when it happens.”
“That should please my mother anyway,” Donna says jokingly. “She’s getting a bit nasty about her granddaughter looking different every visit.”
The Doctor laughs. “What, amidst all of the ‘oh, aren’t you gorgeous?’ and ‘you’re so clever!’? I’m surprised you even noticed!”
“You’re so busy cooing over her yourself that I’m amazed you stopped to listen,” she retorts. “But I will say,” she goes on, “it was brilliant to teach her to say ‘gramma’. Made you very popular, ‘Dot-tor’.”
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Author:
Rating: G
Characters: Donna and the Doctor
Disclaimer: Still wishing and hoping they might be mine, but to no avail.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of Season 4.
Summary: Donna has news for the Doctor...
Chapter V
“Thank Rassilon she’s lost those ears at last!” the Doctor declares on the morning Elizabeth turns ten months old.
“I thought they were kind of cute,” Donna tells him. “Makes me wish I’d met your ninth self.”
He chuckles and slides his arms around her waist. They watch their daughter scoot around the floor, making full use of her newly discovered crawling abilities.
“Do you think she will go on in a month to look like the eleventh version of you?” Donna asks, twisting in his arms to look up at him. “That would be weird – although strangely reassuring when it comes time for you to actually regenerate.”
“Anyone would think you were keen for it to happen, the way you talk about it,” he grumbles, and then kisses her in return when she dots her lips against his mouth.
“No, I think she’ll stop changing now,” he goes on. “My genes won’t have any more instructions about what I look like in the future. We’ll only know when it happens.”
“That should please my mother anyway,” Donna says jokingly. “She’s getting a bit nasty about her granddaughter looking different every visit.”
The Doctor laughs. “What, amidst all of the ‘oh, aren’t you gorgeous?’ and ‘you’re so clever!’? I’m surprised you even noticed!”
“You’re so busy cooing over her yourself that I’m amazed you stopped to listen,” she retorts. “But I will say,” she goes on, “it was brilliant to teach her to say ‘gramma’. Made you very popular, ‘Dot-tor’.”
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