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April in my arms, by shaggydogstail
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Donna Noble/Doctor
Length: 14k
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shaggydogstail
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shaggydogstales
Why this must be read: This could just about be the worst idea the Doctor's ever had. If anyone can fix it, it's Donna. Fix-it fic for the S4 ending. I just love this fic to pieces. The personalities are perfect, the humor spot on, and I just adore the plot. It's brilliant from beginning to end because it soothed away the ache of how s4 ended for me.
Definitely the best Donna fix-it fic I've read to date.
April in My Arms
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/Doctor
Length: 14k
Author on LJ:
shaggydogstailAuthor Website:
shaggydogstalesWhy this must be read: This could just about be the worst idea the Doctor's ever had. If anyone can fix it, it's Donna. Fix-it fic for the S4 ending. I just love this fic to pieces. The personalities are perfect, the humor spot on, and I just adore the plot. It's brilliant from beginning to end because it soothed away the ache of how s4 ended for me.
Definitely the best Donna fix-it fic I've read to date.
April in My Arms
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.