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Of Sons, Sea and Sand ♦ for justneededtea

Beach! Beachbeachbeachbeach! Yay! Best medicine ever. Sun, sand and sea. Perfect. Donna had spent ages getting ready. How hard was it to pick a swimsuit? Apparently, very hard. It had taken ages to find the perfect fit, but she had eventually settled on a black swimsuit - not wearing blue, not with the two skinny boys being all bluewars! Right, black swimsuit, hot pink sarong and matching flipflops, and of course sunhat and oversized sunglasses. She'd also put on some superstrength suncream.

She had then busied her getting Percy and Adi ready. She fed them and ensured Percy was flly charged. She had smothered Adi in suncream and found sunhats for the pair of them. And of course, she found buckets and spades.

She had made a picnic for everyone and packed beachtowels and drinks and extra suncream. No one could say she was unprepared. "Doctor! Adam! Come on! Hurry up!!!"

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"Wanna ditch the kids for awhile and take a stroll along the beach?" Perfect parenting at its best! She smiled and put on her sunglasses.

She handed Adam a credit stick. Yay for money. "Here, in case you boys need ice cream." Which would be likely. Very likely. "We're going for a walk. Stay out of trouble, and stay near the TARDIS. There's food and drink in the baskets and suncream."

"You're leaving me alone with them? Ah yes, you two are perfect parents," was that sarcasm? It was indeed. Adam rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the rather epic sandcastle he was building with Percy and Adi. No doubt they'd be at it for a while.

The Doctor simply rolled his eyes and patted Percy on the head. They were great parents. They just needed alone time. Falling into step with Donna, he sighed slight. "So how are you feeling?"

Well, Adam was always insisting he was responsible and didn't want to be treated like a kid. Babysitting was a perfect way of proving it. Plus alone time was very much needed.

Donna walked along so the waves rolled over her ankles every time the sea swept in. She slipped her hand into the Doctor's. "Me? Oh, you know. I'm fine. Always alright, me."

"Wellll, so am I," Which meant Donna wasn't. It was a good always a good lie but it only worked on people who didn't know all the tricks in the book. "If you ever have any problems or, you know, you're upset. I can help. I'm always here to help."

He was trying but he just felt daft to do this sort of thing.

Donna smiled and leaned over to kiss his temple. "I know, Spaceman. Same goes for you. No need to keep everything bottled up inside anymore, y'know. Might not be able to help you, but I can listen at least, and offer tea and hugs. Lots of tea and hugs."

Besides, isn't that what best mates were for? She gave his arm a tug, to pull him into the water with her. Paddling was always more fun with two!

"I don't bottle anything!" He did, he pretty much bottled everything he could. He didn't like showing when he was hurt or vulnerable. It was like admitting he wasn't a hero or that he wasn't as strong as he made everyone think he was.

Smiling, he hoped into the water and playfully splashed Donna for her efort. Oh yes, get them nice and wet, always amusing!

"Oh no. Never bottle anything at all." Donna teased. "Open book, you are." Aw Doctor, you'd always be a hero, no matter what. Well, as much of a hero as Donna had ever seen him to be, at least. Which probably wasn't as much as others might. Oh, she thought he was brilliant, no doubt about it. But hero worship? Nu uh. Never.

She gave a loud squeak as she was splashed. Well, two could play at that game, mister! She splashed him back.

Oh how mature. Kicking water at Donna, he grinned and backed up, moving away from Donna. Well, it was fun to have a play around. He didn't get to make castles like Adam does. It was totally unfair!

"Oh now this is not what we're meant to do," the Doctor teased, wondering how far Donna would like to push it.

"Oh? It isn't?" Donna removed her hat, sunglasses and flipflops and threw them onto the shore. She grinned at the Doctor in a far too preditory way. Oh dear, Doctor. Seemed she was willing to get a whole lot wetter.

She kicked more water at the Doctor. "Oh? Mister Time Lord scared of a little water?"

"Not at all," the Doctor kicked the water at Donna and splashed about, trying to soak her as much as he was doing so. Smirking, the Doctor bent down, obviously he had a very cunning plan.

He ran at Donna and made a grab to knock her into the water with him. Yep, he was going there.

Uh oh... Not good. Donna shrieked as the Doctor knocked her into the water. Note to self: Skinny boy is stronger than he looks. She spluttered a little and mock glared at him as she recovered, before shoving his head under the water for good measure. Ha! Take that!

So much for being the mature companion. Besides, a little fun now and then was good for you. Especially when you got to roll around in the ocean with the Doctor.

"Oh gross, I inhale some," the Doctor whined as he spluttered out a mouthful of disgusting salty water. Pulling a face, he pulled himself up and ruffled the water and sand from his hair with a dorky smile. Well, this was definitely fun after all. He did love the beach!

"Alright, point take, you win. I'm not tasting that water again," All these years and all that cleaning and yet the water still tasted like someone dumped a heap of salt in it. Yuck.

It's not salt. It's whale sperm. True fact, Tracey Miller had told Donna when they were seven, so it had to be true. Then again, Tracey Miller had grown up to be a compulsive liar, shop lifter and drug dealer, so probably best not to take her word for it.

Donna gave a smirk of victory before throwing her arms around the Doctor in a hug. Well, it was supposed to have been a hug, an innocent one at that. But somehow they both ended up being dunked in the water again.

The Doctor laughed and spat out the water in his mouth, hugging Donna in return and splashing them about in the salty water. If Donna told him her little 'true fact', he would of been a very confused Time Lord. There was no denying that one.

"think if we doubled teamed him, we could throw Adam into the sea?" the Doctor teased, obviously not being serious. Though sometimes he did want to throw the brat into the water and let him float off into the distance.

"Oh, we totally could, but then the Oncoming Pout would start, and then the whining, and the moaning, and probably even foot stomping." Donna laughed. She adored Adam, but he really was a brat sometimes.

Percy had grown bored of sandcastles and was busy watching the Doctor and Donna in the water. He took a photo and put it in a heart frame before printing it and holding it up to Adam.

Adam turned his head and picked it up with a small raise of his eyebrow. Looking across at the Doctor and Donna, he had to smirk in amusement. What on Earth were they doing? He didn't really know, admittedly, but he was sure it was somehow romantic.

"Oi! Love birds! Percy wants to play!" Adam yelled, smirking from the middle of the epic tower he'd built all around himself. Well, he was going to do it right if he was playing in the sand.

Donna squeaked. So NOT love birds! Nope. Never ever. Even if their frolicking in the sea could be mistaken for a strange mating ritual on some planets!

She sighed. "Better head back to the kids. Looks like they're getting bored." So much for 'alone time'.

The Doctor helped Donna out of the sea with a playful smile and guided her along as both of them made their move to get to both their 'kids' and a sand covered Adi. Adam smirked at the two of them and tossed them up the towel.

"Honestly, it's just embarrassing sometimes. Try to keep your hands off each other."

"Oi!" the Doctor protested, going quite obviously red.

Donna dried herself off, before lobbing the towel at Adam's head. "Oh, give over, you. We were only paddling in the sea. That's all."

Percy handed his heart-framed photo to the Doctor with a happy squeak, and if androids could grin, that is what he'd be doing right now.

Poor Doctor. Everyone was hellbent on embarrassing him, it seemed.

Oh Lord, this was quite embarrassing to watch. Pulling a face, he tucked the picture frame away hastily into his pocket and gave Percy his best forced smile. Well, he couldn't trample all over Percys hard effort. He had to humour the little guy.

"It's lovely Percy. Really lovely."

"... It is?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow and throwing the towl back at Donna. "Knew it."

"Adam," Donna warned. "That's enough, stop it now." Although Donna was very curious about the picture Percy had given the Doctor now. Hm, she'd question the skinny boy later.

She caught the towel and used it to clean off Adi a little. "The sandcastle is looking good..."

Adam snapped his mouth shut with an innocent look. Alright, so he was bitter and just looking for an excuse to make the Doctor angry and unhappy. Who could blame him? He was a stubborn git.

"It is. Very well built," the Doctor offered, reaching out a hand for Percy to take. "I think we should get ice-cream."

Doctor and Donna's stubborness rolled into one? Oh yes, not good at all. Maybe if they made more hand children they'd get one that had all their positive bits. Or not.

Percy squeaked with joy and gladly took the Doctor's hand. Adi, in turn, took hold of Percy's hand.

Donna stood up and brushed the sand off of herself. "Ice cream sounds good. Adam has the credit stick."

Adam nodded his head and pulled out the credit stick, but he didn't hand it over like the Doctor wanted. He possessively kept a hold of it and lead the way in an obvious 'I'm better than you' manner.

There was no denying it, Adam was becoming a right little monster. Though little was metaphorical, of course.

Annnd of course, Percy was never far away from Adam, toddling right after his big brother in an excited manner.

Donna fell into step with the Doctor, talking in one of those obvious whispers, smirking a little. "What do you think? Too late to get the brat adopted?"

She adored Adam, she really did. But he was becoming more and more of a brat by the day. "Maybe we could ground him for life?"

Of Sons, Sea and Sand ♦ for justneededtea

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