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Title: A Hairy Situation - Vengeance
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katherine_b
Rating: G
Summary: The Doctor is determined to get his own back.
Word Count: approx. 900 words
Characters: Ten and Donna
A/N:juliet316 asked for “The Doctor getting back at Donna for making his hair go 'gray' in part two of a " A Hairy Situation "
Sure, the massage had been lovely as Donna had washed the flour-and-water mix out of his hair, but the Doctor still wasn’t satisfied. Particularly since, every time she saw him doing anything at all with his hair, she giggled.
And the fact that Martha had asked “if he’d been involved in any hairy situations lately?” when they went to see her to check on something to do with UNIT suggested that Donna hadn’t even had the good sense to keep her actions to herself.
Frankly, he thought it was more than time for revenge of some sort.
The question was – what?
It has to be original. No use trying the same trick on her that she did on him because it wouldn’t have enough of an impact.
And besides, he’s hesitant about doing something to her hair, because he’s worried that, if he switches her shampoo for hair dye, she might find she prefers whatever colour he uses and keep applying it. He couldn’t bear not to have her ginger!
Clothes perhaps.
For a moment, he tosses up the benefit of a momentary giggle over the likelihood of forcibly entering his next incarnation at the hands of a ginger-haired storm of fury.
That’s out then.
The TARDIS hums and he looks around somewhat suspiciously because he’s heard that tone from her before and it usually means she’s in a mischievous mood.
“What are you planning?” he demands, because he knows she’s got something in mind. And as he picks up on what she has in mind, his eyes widen. “I am not taking the blame for this!” he exclaims. “Still, if you want to risk her disconnecting every diode in your fuse system, that’s your look-out, not mine.”
There’s an uncertain-sounding rattle from the nearby wall, but the Doctor knows that the TARDIS has decided to take the risk when he suddenly feels as if he doesn’t weigh anything and then the entire room appears to have been flipped upside down. What is really mind-bending is that the door is one of the few things that hasn’t moved. Otherwise all of the furniture has shifted so that he’s now sitting at a table which is beside the light-fitting.
And then the Doctor tenses at the sound of Donna’s footsteps from outside the room, and he tries to make himself as invisible as possible when she walks in.
“So, Doctor, I was thinking…” she begins before her eyes fall on what was formerly the kitchen table and which is now a barren patch of – well, it’s not quite floor, but it doesn’t work, at least from Donna’s perspective, as ceiling either.
Her eyes travel almost agonisingly slowly up the room to where he’s sitting.
“Um,” he gives an awkward little wave, “hello.”
What the Doctor finds absolutely fascinating is that the TARDIS has managed to invert the gravity field for everything in the entire room except Donna. Her hair isn’t hanging in the air, she doesn’t look out of balance, and blood doesn’t seem to be rushing to her head.
From her point-of-view, however, it all clearly looks very different.
“What,” she demands when she finally finds her voice, “are you doing up there?”
“Actually, I was going to ask you the same question,” he says lightly. He might not have caused this situation, but he sees no harm in getting some benefit out of it. “Have you noticed you’re the only thing in this room that’s upside down?”
Donna looks quickly over her shoulder down the hallway, but as it’s empty, there’s not a lot for her to compare this room to.
When she turns back, however, he’s surprised by the expression in her eyes. It looks like absolutely delight.
“Oh, that is brilliant!” she exclaims, grinning up at him. “Is it something you did, Spaceman, or it is this incredible ship of yours? And how’s she making it happen?”
The Doctor goggles at her for a moment before realising that she’s waiting for an answer.
“Um, well,” he mentally prods the TARDIS, which gives him nothing in return and he knows he’s on his own, “inversion of the standard gravitational field,” he babbles, making it up as he goes along. “Bit of a party trick, but small-time stuff really, for the TARDIS anyway.”
“And can I get up there with you?” she demands. “I’ve always wondered what rooms would look like if you could, you know, walk up walls and stuff. It was what I always wanted if I could pick a superpower,” she adds confidingly.
He offers her his hand, not entirely sure what will happen, but as soon as their fingers touch, the gravitational pull of the Doctor and the objects around him acts to reverse the pull on Donna. She shrieks and grabs his fingers when she is suddenly made weightless as gravity is temporarily switched off, before falling into his lap when the drag reasserts itself in the same direction as everything else in the room.
She’s still laughing as, rather tentatively, she gets to her feet and looks around.
“Oh, that’s barmy,” she declares. “It’s upside down, only not, except when you look at the door and the lights and things.”
He can’t help it. He might be a tiny bit disappointed that she’s not frightened by what just happened, but he has to love her enthusiasm and the way she embraces this new experience as they take the unique opportunity of breakfasting on the ceiling.
Revenge will have to wait.
Author:
katherine_b Rating: G
Summary: The Doctor is determined to get his own back.
Word Count: approx. 900 words
Characters: Ten and Donna
A/N:
juliet316 asked for “The Doctor getting back at Donna for making his hair go 'gray' in part two of a " A Hairy Situation "Sure, the massage had been lovely as Donna had washed the flour-and-water mix out of his hair, but the Doctor still wasn’t satisfied. Particularly since, every time she saw him doing anything at all with his hair, she giggled.
And the fact that Martha had asked “if he’d been involved in any hairy situations lately?” when they went to see her to check on something to do with UNIT suggested that Donna hadn’t even had the good sense to keep her actions to herself.
Frankly, he thought it was more than time for revenge of some sort.
The question was – what?
It has to be original. No use trying the same trick on her that she did on him because it wouldn’t have enough of an impact.
And besides, he’s hesitant about doing something to her hair, because he’s worried that, if he switches her shampoo for hair dye, she might find she prefers whatever colour he uses and keep applying it. He couldn’t bear not to have her ginger!
Clothes perhaps.
For a moment, he tosses up the benefit of a momentary giggle over the likelihood of forcibly entering his next incarnation at the hands of a ginger-haired storm of fury.
That’s out then.
The TARDIS hums and he looks around somewhat suspiciously because he’s heard that tone from her before and it usually means she’s in a mischievous mood.
“What are you planning?” he demands, because he knows she’s got something in mind. And as he picks up on what she has in mind, his eyes widen. “I am not taking the blame for this!” he exclaims. “Still, if you want to risk her disconnecting every diode in your fuse system, that’s your look-out, not mine.”
There’s an uncertain-sounding rattle from the nearby wall, but the Doctor knows that the TARDIS has decided to take the risk when he suddenly feels as if he doesn’t weigh anything and then the entire room appears to have been flipped upside down. What is really mind-bending is that the door is one of the few things that hasn’t moved. Otherwise all of the furniture has shifted so that he’s now sitting at a table which is beside the light-fitting.
And then the Doctor tenses at the sound of Donna’s footsteps from outside the room, and he tries to make himself as invisible as possible when she walks in.
“So, Doctor, I was thinking…” she begins before her eyes fall on what was formerly the kitchen table and which is now a barren patch of – well, it’s not quite floor, but it doesn’t work, at least from Donna’s perspective, as ceiling either.
Her eyes travel almost agonisingly slowly up the room to where he’s sitting.
“Um,” he gives an awkward little wave, “hello.”
What the Doctor finds absolutely fascinating is that the TARDIS has managed to invert the gravity field for everything in the entire room except Donna. Her hair isn’t hanging in the air, she doesn’t look out of balance, and blood doesn’t seem to be rushing to her head.
From her point-of-view, however, it all clearly looks very different.
“What,” she demands when she finally finds her voice, “are you doing up there?”
“Actually, I was going to ask you the same question,” he says lightly. He might not have caused this situation, but he sees no harm in getting some benefit out of it. “Have you noticed you’re the only thing in this room that’s upside down?”
Donna looks quickly over her shoulder down the hallway, but as it’s empty, there’s not a lot for her to compare this room to.
When she turns back, however, he’s surprised by the expression in her eyes. It looks like absolutely delight.
“Oh, that is brilliant!” she exclaims, grinning up at him. “Is it something you did, Spaceman, or it is this incredible ship of yours? And how’s she making it happen?”
The Doctor goggles at her for a moment before realising that she’s waiting for an answer.
“Um, well,” he mentally prods the TARDIS, which gives him nothing in return and he knows he’s on his own, “inversion of the standard gravitational field,” he babbles, making it up as he goes along. “Bit of a party trick, but small-time stuff really, for the TARDIS anyway.”
“And can I get up there with you?” she demands. “I’ve always wondered what rooms would look like if you could, you know, walk up walls and stuff. It was what I always wanted if I could pick a superpower,” she adds confidingly.
He offers her his hand, not entirely sure what will happen, but as soon as their fingers touch, the gravitational pull of the Doctor and the objects around him acts to reverse the pull on Donna. She shrieks and grabs his fingers when she is suddenly made weightless as gravity is temporarily switched off, before falling into his lap when the drag reasserts itself in the same direction as everything else in the room.
She’s still laughing as, rather tentatively, she gets to her feet and looks around.
“Oh, that’s barmy,” she declares. “It’s upside down, only not, except when you look at the door and the lights and things.”
He can’t help it. He might be a tiny bit disappointed that she’s not frightened by what just happened, but he has to love her enthusiasm and the way she embraces this new experience as they take the unique opportunity of breakfasting on the ceiling.
Revenge will have to wait.
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