Mortification is the Word (Doctor Who)

[firebreathingfishies]

This is a daft story I wrote last night while me and my housemate were talking about asparagus apparently being aphrodisiacs Don't ask why we got on that subject.... Anywho, I've substituted writing reams of Lost stories and have started writing loads of Doctor Who stories instead (obsessed much? )

Anyway, this was just sillyness. It played out funny in my head

--------------------

All was silent apart from the hum of the Tardis. One would think the place was empty if it wasn’t for the two people inside going to great lengths to avoid looking at one another. The Doctor wandered around the controls, pushing buttons and pulling levers, obviously only trying to make himself look busy to avoid having to divulge in conversation. Donna Noble was off to one side, flicking through an alien magazine even though she couldn’t read the language. She was more than happy for him to continue avoiding her. Her cheeks were still flushed red from that… well… incident.

The Doctor cleared his throat and Donna instinctively glanced up. He glanced briefly at her and half smiled, then quickly looked away to the control panel. Donna cringed at the memory of what had happened on the planet Caisidorpa and buried her nose back in the magazine. Tonguing her back teeth, she tasted the bitter fruit that had made them both so embarrassed and shuddered.

It had all started innocently enough. The Doctor was rambling on in his usual, excitable way about going to play with a Frisbee in on a planet with low gravity, insisting that there was nothing better than hopping around trying to catch it. Agreeing that it sounded fun but stupid (and better than getting into some stupid life or death situation again), the Doctor set a course for the nearest low gravity planet. Halfway there, though, Donna had decided that she was hungry, so they had stopped off on a near planet called Caisidorpa.

Donna would be happy if she never saw that place again.

It was a beautiful place, with a constant peachy coloured sky and a naturally deep red ground beneath their feet. All the beings on the planet were tall and beautiful, all had glowing pink eyes and luxurious blonde hair. They gushed over the Doctor and Donna, offering them food and allsorts.

‘There’s something about this place I was told about,’ the Doctor had mused a loud. ‘Something that we shouldn’t touch… Oh what was it again?’

Donna, somewhat naively, waved her hand at him and asked what could be so bad about this place? It looked like it had hopped straight off the front of a Hallmark card. A tall, beautiful woman took them to a stunning room decorated with peculiar red plants and sat them at a table. It was only big enough to accommodate two and the two travellers sat opposite each other, smiling in amusement at the place they had ended up on.

‘It’s like a fancy restaurant,’ Donna had commented, and then joked; ‘Restaurant at the end of the universe.’

‘Oh you don’t want to go there,’ The Doctor had grimaced. ‘Very overrated. Full of tourists.’

So they were left in the room by the beautiful being. Donna reminded the Doctor of how hungry she was, while he went back to wondering what it was that they shouldn’t touch.

‘I’m pretty sure it’s this planet. There’s something… Oh, what is it? I’ve never been here you see. Someone told me about it. There’s definitely something we shouldn’t touch.’

‘Stop worrying.’ Donna had laughed. ‘Stop looking for dangers lurking around every corner. Can’t this lot just be nice? They’re giving us our dinner and for once, we’re not being shot at or chased. Chill out.’

The Doctor shrugged as the tall being returned. ‘I suppose so.’

From this incident, Donna had learned never to tell the Doctor to stop being paranoid. If he was paranoid about something, there was a reason.

The tall, gorgeous being set down a silver dish packed with shiny red fruit and a matching ice bucket with a glass bottle containing pink liquid. She nodded, smiled knowingly, and then left. Donna grabbed the fruit greedily and began to eat it ravenously. She had groaned in satisfaction.

‘Oh this is so good,’ she said through a mouthful of the soft fruit. ‘You have to try some.’

The Doctor was studying the fruit warily, his eyebrows knitted together. ‘Something we shouldn’t touch…’ Then his eyebrows raised and he glanced to Donna.

She had abruptly stopped eating, even though she had already got through a full piece. ‘What?’ she had asked, dread dripping from her voice.

‘Um… I remembered what we’re not supposed to touch.’

At that moment, Donna had a hot flush. She shuddered and dropped the fruit. Immediately she thought of the worst. ‘Am I poisoned?’

The Doctor had laughed nervously. ‘Um… not quite. The uh… This planet is very lovey-dovey. Think of the sixties.’

Donna had been bewildered, but her bewilderment was overshadowed by another shiver and an urge to reach out and grab the Doctor. ‘I feel funny.’ She had remarked, feeling her cheeks burning.

‘That fruit is a very strong aphrodisiac,’ he had told her, still with that cautious smile. ‘Especially effective on… uh… humans.’

Suffice to say the next series of events were the reason why Donna was skulking in the corner with her nose in the magazine. Donna didn’t know what came over her, but she spent the next ten minutes or so chasing the Doctor around the room. She couldn’t help herself. He had just looked so… well…

Best not to think of it.

Glancing over to him now, she wondered how she could have chased him around like that. Fair enough he was fairly handsome, but he wasn’t her type. He was too… skinny. And she certainly wouldn’t have tried to pull his shirt off if it hadn’t been for that fruit.

Eventually, thanks to the Doctor ingeniously tipping the bucket of ice water over her head, she cooled down. Another few minutes later and an embarrassed Doctor and his soaking companion made their excuses to the tall, beautiful beings and then returned to the Tardis.

Which left them where they were now.

Donna pushed her damp hair from her face and shrank lower into her seat. The Doctor cleared his throat again.

‘You still want to go uh… out with the Frisbee?’ he asked, not looking at her.

Donna felt a hot flush and shuddered. She shouldn’t have picked that bit of fruit out of her teeth. She dropped the magazine abruptly and stood up. The Doctor looked at her cautiously.

‘I think…’ She paused and swallowed. ‘I think I might just go and have a cold shower.’

She turned on her heels and marched away.

[Beach Crew]

*Giggles* Oh god, for some reason this has sent me into fits of giggles, and then blushes since I received stares for giggling so loudly at the computer.

I love it - the characterisation, Donna's embarrassment, and the Doctor trying to make up for it with frisbee. Brilliant.

And thank god I'm not the only one who suddenly seems to be taken with writing Doctor Who stuff. Although, I'm struggling to fighht my urge to write shippy Ten/Rose stuff *Giggles*.

[firebreathingfishies]

lol thanks. Ah silly moods = silly stories

Oh I love writing Doctor Who stuff. I suppose it's just a change from writing Lost because... well... Lost is mostly OMFG others/black smoke/polar bears/jack's crying etc. You can introduce more stuff into Doctor Who Post what you've written, I want to read

[Beach Crew]

Nothing wrong with that though. It's always fun to write something silly.

I've never really done it before, lol. Considering I've just gotten into Doctor Who. It is fun though, you're right. It's nice to play with some new characters, and just have some silly, creating up a new world and such like. Hmmm, well I'm nearly done with one I like. I shall post it in a little while. Just for you