Of Hangovers and Hurricanes ♦ for justneededtea

Donna was feeling very sorry for herself. She had the hangover from hell. Her second mug of strong, black coffee sat next to her and she had her forehead rested on the table. She was still in her dressing gown and looked rather zombie-fied. "Ugh. I'm never drinking again." All she wanted to do was crawl into a very dark room and die.

Percy was doing his little best to cheer his 'mommy' up. He had pictures of her dancing with the Doctor and they were lovely. They really were. But right now all she wanted was peace and quiet.

Not that was ever an option on the TARDIS... The whole thing suddenly jerked. Percy stumbled over and the coffee crashed into the floor. Talk about a quick sobering up! Donna helped the little guy to his feet and took off running to the console room. Another jolt sent her crashing into the wall.

"What?! We're not supposed to be in flight..." She eventually made her way to the console, having to grab onto it to stop herself being knocked off her feet. All the monitors were scrambled. Not good. Not good at all...

"DOCTOR!!!!"