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Author: Drakochi
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any related stuff.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Donna and The Doctor
Warnings: None.
Summary: Donna finding the Doctor asleep in the library.
Words:367
a/n: Something I wrote for fun because I was bored at work XD.
Donna Noble pushed the library’s door open with a slight frustrated groan while holding the towel that was warped around her wet hair with her free hand. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the room for the Doctor, after all he did have some explaining to do. And right now she would have loved to know what he did with her brand new hair dryer. God help him if he soniced that one too!
When she did finally found him, Donna couldn’t help but to smile softly as she saw the Doctor apparently dozing off on a couch. She approached his temporary ‘bed’ as silently as she could, her feet barely making any noise on the floor. Since her unexpected arrival on the TARDIS barely a month ago, Donna rarely saw the Doctor sleep. He usually woke up when she was near enough but this time he stayed asleep. The ginger goddess looked at him wondering if she should wake him up or let him be.
As she pushed aside a stray lock of her mane that managed to escape its fluffy prison from her face, her eyes fell on his hair. She bit her upper lip, and slowly approached her hand to ruffle his hair. As soon as her fingers touched it, she let out a quiet exclamation of surprise. Honestly, Donna expected his hair to be sticky or solid or something from gel or a fix spray he used to keep his hair as wild as it was, but to her surprise it was very soft, almost downy. She glided her fingers through his locks enjoying the softness that it provided. It was like petting a cat but so much better.
When the Doctor made a noise she withdrew her hand quickly and sat very still. When she saw that the alien didn’t wake up, Donna smiled mischievously. Shrugging to herself, she plunged both of her hands into the amazingly crazy gorgeous soft hair of his. Who cared if he woke up or that the towel that kept her hair together was ready to fall of? She just hoped that she would have the time to think of an excuse when he would wake up.
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Because I feel the need to ruffle someone's hair.
- Location:work
- Mood:
accomplished
Author: Drakochi
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any related stuff.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Donna
Warnings: Mini S4 spoiler?
Summary: Donna feeling weird after JE.
Words: 164
A/N: This is the result of watching the first episode of New!Who. Nine is my new muse. XD Any mistakes are due to being half asleep.
( The first time it happened... )
- Mood:
sleepy
1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favourite place?
5. Favourite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you ?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of lj?
11. What is your favourite sport?
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What colour eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What 's your favourite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
- Mood:
happy
Torchwood!
In French!
Dubbed in french!
I had to pick up my jaw from the floor.
This is the first time I saw Torchwood in french, and the dubs souned weird. Still do.
It take a lot of time to get used to them because this show isn't really the same without the english voices and accents.
This evening "Sleeper" was airing or should I say "Alien Mortel". Deadly Alien would be the translation. Anyways, the title is funny in french.
Speaking of titles, I have to say that "TorchWood" in french sounds hilarious, more like Torche Wood.
Some of the lines sound weird in a creepy way, don't have the same english meaning that made the line witty/funny or just made me cringle.
In Sleeper Iano had a few good lines but in french the sound just meh.
Espesially when Ianto say that Jack is dashing.
English Ianto: He is dashing, you have to give him that.
French Ianto: Il faut l'admettre il est super.
Super? How is dashing = super?
Though it is funny hearing Owen say "Allons tous s'envoyer en l'air!"
Or when Ianto says he know everything and that it is written on the screen.
In french Ianto says he knows everything because it is writted on the screen.
*rolls eyes* Take out the meaning you french people!
Anyways, this rant has to stop or it will go forever. Maybe I shall hunt down some Russian Torchwood...
- Mood:
shocked
Title: Older than he looks.
Author: Drakochi
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any related stuff to it.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Donna, 11th Doctor
Warnings: Mini-Spoliers for all season 4 AND a little one for the new Doctor.
Summary: Donna and 11th Doctor.
Words: +-550
A/N: This was not betaed, I wrote this because a plot bunny attacked me.
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Donna Noble was furious, not as much as she were a few hours ago, but enough to be locked in her TARDIS room fuming. The Doctor was wise enough to stay clear of her premises for the next few hours.
The last weeks had been a little bit hard on her, but this, THIS was the topping of the flipping cake.
Not only a couple of months ago, she had started to remember the Doctor. She would always wake up with those horrible headaches. And as the days passed by everything would remind her of the mysterious man in a blue box. When she finally remembered her adventures, the Doctor waltzed in and saved the day once again. She was speared of a painful death and as a result she wasn’t quite human anymore.
Then of course she slapped him a good number of times for erasing her memories and then hugged him for brining them back. After that, she was invited back in the TARDIS much to her joy. Not that she would’ve needed an invitation anyways because as soon as she remembered she knew that she wasn’t going anywhere else.
Then, only after a month, what does the alien dunce do? He gets himself mortally injured.
They land on earth somewhere in the 24th century, to stop yet another alien invasion with the help of UNIT and Torchwood. They fight a little, the Doctor talks a lot but this time the enemy doesn’t get itself confused by the Doctor’s speech and shoots him right through the heart (the left one). Of course Captain Jack Harkness arrives in time to save Donna from such fate too. Together they watched the Doctor regenerate into a kid. Well not really a kid, but he did look young. His body couldn’t be older than the late twenties.
At least, he wasn’t so skinny anymore.
As if those events weren’t freaky enough she had to get used to a new Doctor. He was still him but yet not really. But one thing still didn’t change and it was his techno babble and his babble in general. For a whole week after his regeneration he complained that once again he wasn’t ginger. Donna suspected that he would’ve gone on if she hadn’t slapped some sense into him. And all that, all that wasn’t too bad.
But today, today was the worse.
They were once again on earth. Some when in the 19th century, mingling with lords and ladies and saving the world. Then some Lord Whatever of Somewhere comes to talk to them. Some important figure of that century.
Like any other time they had introduced themselves as Donna Noble and the Doctor.
And also like any other time the reply was in the lines of: “Miss Noble, Mr. Noble, I am very pleased to meet you.”
“Oh we are not married. Really not married. Never.” They had replied once again in perfect sync.
But it was the first time that their host has laughed at them.
“Of course not! You? Married? Where have you gotten that idea? It is quite obvious that you are mother and son. The resemblance is striking”.
After a moment of silence it took only a minute for Donna to react. And let anyone tell you that this man had never said those words again.
- Mood: accomplished
Author: Drakochi
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any related stuff to it.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Donna/Doctor
Warnings: Mini-Spoliers for all season 4
Summary: Donna and Doctor spend New Year's Eve in New York.
Words: 664
A/N: This was not betaed, I hope you forgive me in advance for all the spelling mistakes I have made.
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They had spent the whole day in New York City. From what Donna gathered, the Doctor thought it would be a little well deserved break from all of their running. At first she was suspicious of his motives, wondering if there wouldn’t be another invasion planed for the New Years. But the Time Lord had convinced her that it would be a normal day on Earth today and that aliens had a habit of invading on Christmas day rather than on New Years Eve.
So Donna didn’t take this day off for granted and dragged the Doctor shopping. The stores were busy, there were many people trying to get their hands on the after Christmas specials. No worries thought, the ginger woman didn’t lose her touch and got few good deals on clothes, a couple of hats, and of course a pair of running shoes. She really needed those, seeing that her last ones were eaten by some alien pet.
After the shopping spree, they both decided to see a Broadway play. Even if she enjoyed the musical very much she could have done without the Doctor babbling about it afterwards. They had also eaten a couple of hotdogs that they bought from the suspicious food vendors on the streets.
‘Overall’, Donna thought, ‘the day was well spent.’
She was presently sitting on a roof top where the Doctor had landed the TARDIS. He had insisted that they watch the New Year’s Eve Ball crash, and Donna agreed to it having never seen the event LIVE. As the crowds of people were gathering on the Times Square, Donna decided that she was glad that she wasn’t down there on the streets. There were probably one million people there and she wasn’t sure if she could stand there for hours, waiting for midnight, squeezed in like a sardine. Also, from where they were they had a perfect view on the whole square and on the New Year’s Ball.
Donna sighed contently as she reflected on her past year: meeting the Doctor again, first travel through time, first visit on a planet, meeting different people, the stolen planets, losing her memories, gaining her memories back, finding the Doctor again and inviting herself back to travel with him. Donna smiled to her self as the Doctor sat next to her. They sat there in a comfortable silence awaiting the countdown.
When the countdown has begun the Doctor rose to his feet offering Donna a hand that she gladly accepted. They counted together until 0 still holding hands, and as the confetti exploded on the streets, the Time Lord’s and the human’s lips met. At first Donna intended to give the Doctor the usual New Years kiss: not too long and very platonic. The problem was that none of the two wanted the kiss to end. And just like that a little innocent kiss soon turned into something much more.
The kiss seemed to last countless minutes for Donna and when they separated in need of air, she noticed that her hands were on his shoulders and his were on her arms. They looked at each other’s amused eyes and the Doctor leaned in to kiss Donna again. But she put her hand in front of his mouth so he kissed it instead. He made a puzzled face.
“Only one New Year's kiss” she answered, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
The Doctor let out a giggle and took Donna by the hand then proceeded to walk them to the TARDIS.
As soon as they crossed the doors he let go of her hand and hurried to the ship’s controls.
“So Spaceman,” Donna asked as she joined him at the TARDIS console, “where are we going next?”
The Doctor grinned at her with his trademark cheeky grin. “Well, to London on the 31st December 2009 of course! Where else?”
- Location:Work
- Mood:
okay
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But anyways, I bought "The Chronicles of Narnia" book, like the 7 books in one, this Tuesday and I really love it. And I ve been reading it almost non stop, except taking breaks playing Final Fantasy X, sleeping, eating, working and ectera. I just finished 'The Horse and His boy' one. I like how Lewis talks to the reader in his books or making side comments witch is one ofthe stiles that I write myself. But my favorite style is still essays writen in full sarcasm and irony. I also buyed a book of how to draw manga.It tells how to draw expressions of the character's faces. Witch I really need by the way. I wish they have the human body one too but it was out of stock.
While I was in the book shop I saw this manga titled 'Diablo'. Looks really interesting to me, would've buyed it if they had the first volume! Actually it is the cover of the second book that caught my eye. Bad Drak bad bad Drak! >.>
Ugh... I curently work part time in a grocery store and the clients are the must funny things ever! Like today I had this lady argueing with me that I didn't gave her cigarettes. What happened is that I sold her a pack of cigarettes with her groceries. Now she comebacks 20 minutes later telling me that I didn't gave her her cigs. So I call my supirior cause I am tired and do not want to deal with her. In the end he gives her another pack of cigs for free. I guess it was just to get rid of her, cause I am convinced that he thought as well as I , another cashier and another of my boss that she was lying.
"I do not have a reson to lie to you." she said. Anyways, I still ain't sure if she was lieing or not. But I hate accusing people unless I know it 110%.
Oooo! What a long entery. And I bet my mom is going to kick me of the OC in a bit. So I gotta fly!
- Mood:
exhausted
