April in my Arms, by shaggydogstail
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het_reccersFandom Category: Doctor Who
Pairing: Donna Noble/The Doctor
Fic Title: April in my Arms
Author: shaggydogstail
Link: http://shaggydogstales.livejournal.com/9543.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13
Genre: fix-it fic.
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Upon marathoning more episodes of Doctor Who than I care to admit in a single weekend, I came away with several firm impressions. 1.) Donna was my favorite companion. 2.) The way it ended with her needed to be fixed in eighteen different ways. Apply fanfiction! This fic is rather adorable in that it gueststars people like Sarah Jane Smith and Martha and Jack, and it has a great Doctor and Donna voices. Plus, it's long, and funny.
The Doctor never was very good at being on his own.
This time, he's been alone for nearly three months, drifting from one uninhabited planet to another, sightseeing across the galaxies with weary eyes and millennial cynicism. Gazing at thirty-foot waves of solid ice and frothy purple oceans doesn't have the same appeal with no-one to share it with (or show off in front of) and even the prospect of jetting off to find a world in danger, a mystery to solve, and monsters to outwit can't pull him out of his gloom. It's just not the same without a hand to hold when you shout "run!"
He's weary, directionless, spending his days wandering about the TARDIS and staring into the middle distance. Even when the TARDIS lands he can barely muster the enthusiasm to open the door and step outside. He gathers up Donna's belongings - the hat box and the suitcases, the pyjamas from under her pillow, the unread paperback on the kitchen table. Packs them away with a vague idea to return everything to her family that he never quite gets around to implementing. Just when he thinks every trace of Donna has been carefully hidden away, he finds an old hairbrush in a bathroom he scarcely remembered existing. It's messy with red hairballs and smells of coconut. The Doctor considers, briefly, keeping it, or just bursting into tears on the spot, before throwing it down the rubbish chute with a snort of disgust at what a sad bastard he's become.
It's entirely possible that the Doctor may be becoming somewhat unbalanced. Well, more so than usual.
He turns Martha's phone back on and places it carefully on the TARDIS console. There's no point checking the messages, he decides, but next time he'll answer it when it rings and go wherever he's told.
Pairing: Donna Noble/The Doctor
Fic Title: April in my Arms
Author: shaggydogstail
Link: http://shaggydogstales.livejournal.com/9543.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13
Genre: fix-it fic.
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Upon marathoning more episodes of Doctor Who than I care to admit in a single weekend, I came away with several firm impressions. 1.) Donna was my favorite companion. 2.) The way it ended with her needed to be fixed in eighteen different ways. Apply fanfiction! This fic is rather adorable in that it gueststars people like Sarah Jane Smith and Martha and Jack, and it has a great Doctor and Donna voices. Plus, it's long, and funny.
The Doctor never was very good at being on his own.
This time, he's been alone for nearly three months, drifting from one uninhabited planet to another, sightseeing across the galaxies with weary eyes and millennial cynicism. Gazing at thirty-foot waves of solid ice and frothy purple oceans doesn't have the same appeal with no-one to share it with (or show off in front of) and even the prospect of jetting off to find a world in danger, a mystery to solve, and monsters to outwit can't pull him out of his gloom. It's just not the same without a hand to hold when you shout "run!"
He's weary, directionless, spending his days wandering about the TARDIS and staring into the middle distance. Even when the TARDIS lands he can barely muster the enthusiasm to open the door and step outside. He gathers up Donna's belongings - the hat box and the suitcases, the pyjamas from under her pillow, the unread paperback on the kitchen table. Packs them away with a vague idea to return everything to her family that he never quite gets around to implementing. Just when he thinks every trace of Donna has been carefully hidden away, he finds an old hairbrush in a bathroom he scarcely remembered existing. It's messy with red hairballs and smells of coconut. The Doctor considers, briefly, keeping it, or just bursting into tears on the spot, before throwing it down the rubbish chute with a snort of disgust at what a sad bastard he's become.
It's entirely possible that the Doctor may be becoming somewhat unbalanced. Well, more so than usual.
He turns Martha's phone back on and places it carefully on the TARDIS console. There's no point checking the messages, he decides, but next time he'll answer it when it rings and go wherever he's told.
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