noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ oi! you what?)
Holidays couldn't last forever. Which probably explained why Donna was knee-deep in mud, soaking wet, freezing cold and three miles from the bleedin' TARDIS. Warm tropic suns, the Doctor had said. Glorious sunny beaches, he'd promised. The greatest meteor shower this side of the galaxy. Too bad they'd landed a decade too early in the middle of monsoon season.

Her boots were ruined. There was no way this purple sludge would ever wash out. Still, she couldn't be too angry. Not when the natives were battling to stop their houses washing away. And the Doctor, being the generous soul that he is, offered his and Donna's assistance. "It's bloody freezing here."
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ ...waiting)
It had taken a lot of talking and throwing ideas around but finally, finally they'd settled on their vacation spot. Donna had been quite adamant that she wanted a waterfall shower and sun. Everything else was just a bonus. And so here they were on a small jungle planet known as Urdria IV. Thick green foliage, golden sandy beaches, clear blue ocean and gorgeous waterfalls. Perfect. Best of all? No monsters! There were alien lifeforms, creatures similar to those of Earth jungles but docile and for the most part friendly.

The TARDIS sits snug against a rockface, and for a big blue wooden box, it seems to blend in quite well. Donna, dressed in a bikini, sarong and flipflops has already build their camp out of wood and leaves and varies bits and pieces and is now enjoying the sandy beach in a perfect sunbathing spot. Lovely.
noblexcompanion: (Default)
Drifting through the vortex was lovely and all, but it's not long before Donna starts to grow restless. She's read two books, cleaned, cooked, done laundry, phoned home, done her hair, painted her nails and now she was bored. Like any human she's never satisfied. When they're running from deadly monsters all she wants is a vacation, and when she's relaxing all she wants is adventure.

Currently, she's draped over the jumpseat, watching as the Doctor does well, whatever it is the Doctor does when he's tinkering with the console. "Doc~tor~ I'm bored."
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ scared? me?)
The Cardavians had been tracking the Doctor for some time. The last Time Lord in existence; and with a sample of his genetic material they could unravel his DNA and discover the secrets of regeneration. With their home planet destroyed and their numbers in decline, regeneration was the only key to their survival; and with it? The power to take over the universe. They would be unstoppable. At least, so they thought.

Of course, they only needed a small sample for their research, but where was the fun in that? Oh no, they wanted the Doctor’s body stuffed and hung on their wall as a reminder of the end of the final Time Lord.

It had taken a long time, but finally they had managed to bypass TARDIS security and lock its controls, sending the blue box and her passengers hurtling through time and space. The sudden jolting and aforementioned hurtling sends Donna flying across the console room and painfully into the coral struts. She manages to get herself upright and holds onto the safety rail to stop herself falling again.

"DOCTOR?!"
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ ...waiting)
Donna had been searching through the TARDIS wardrobe for at least a few hours. She had tried on at least a dozen dresses, all of which had been beautiful and all of which had looked lovely, but Donna had felt like a giant frump in them. She wanted to look beautiful. She didn't want the Doctor to be ashamed to be seen in some old Italian ballroom with her. And if Italian nobility or royalty happened to like what they saw then well, that was just an added bonus.

But so far everything had left her feeling fat, ugly and unworthy. Sometimes a lack of self confidence really sucked. Eventually... eventually she settled on a deep red evening dress that clung to all the right curves while making the wobbly bits look less wobbly - course the evil corset of doom she was wearing was helping with the wobbly bit situation.

Dress found, it was time to fix her hair. Up? Down? Shaved? She settled on a wavy updo. Then came her make up, and last the few final touches of simple jewellery and of course, running shoes. Hey, the dress hid them and heels were a nightmare to run in.

Finally! She was ready. She went to find the Doctor. "How do I look?"
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ her song)
Donna had settled back into life aboard the TARDIS with ease. To think, she'd been forced to give all this up. Just weeks ago she was working in some crappy office with a creep of a boss who spent far too much time staring at her chest and planning a wedding to that lovely Shaun Temple and saving up to rent a flat. Of course, all of that was before she got her memories back. Normal life couldn't compete with life with the Doctor. Bills and work and TV, how could it ever compare to running for your life, hand in hand with your best mate who just happened to be a 900+ year old Time Lord from Gallifrey?

She had promised him forever, and she intended to stay for as long as she possibly could. She wasn't sure what he'd done to her head, why she could now remember without burning up, but whatever it was she was thankful for it. She still got the headaches, like jackhammers in her skull, but if it meant she got to spend just one more day with that brilliant and wonderful alien, she'd endure it.
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