Noble-Donna-Love

Donna Noble looked back one last time at the gaudy faire-planet before she would follow the Doctor into the TARDIS. A large variety of aliens were having fun together, sometimes at each other's expense - sometimes at her own... "That's impossible to hit!" she told the Doctor not so long ago. They were hanging out at a stand where you were supposed to throw a marble sized ball into a pipe that was barely bigger. "Not impossible just a bit unlikely," she heard the time lord say and not for the first time. It was his usual response when trying to have her accept his out of her planet things, "...well, except if you are me." "Hah, I bet even

"Donna!" The Doctor ran down the Tardis corridor, he slid to a halt on his converse and scrambled backward a few steps. He stuck his head in a room. "There you are!" "Why have you got so many clocks?" Donna asked, waving around in disbelief at the jumble of the room. The Doctor looked around, ignoring the cuckoo clocks, grandfather clocks, sundials and end timers. "It's a time machine," he said. "Come on, I've got something to show you!" He grabbed her by the wrist and started hauling her out of the room. She resisted, "But why do you even have them at all?" she complained. "It's not like you're ever even on time." She waved behind her,

Chapter 1: A New Flatmate AN: Inspired by The Unconventional Pair, My favourite pairings for Donna Noble is with Sherlock in private. It will set after the Reichenbach Falls with Donna moved to Baker Street for better life in equestrian clothes she could afford them sans the riding helmet, and with her pet a baby female Triceratops from Dinosaurs on a Spaceship episode, she named her Tracey. For Donna's equestrian appearance like red riding jacket to store her favourite contents, white knee patch breeches with pockets like her red jacket also can store her contents, black riding boots, black gloves and brown cowgirl hat. For Tracey, she had

After a very tense moment, K9’s eyes lit up again and he raised his head. A quick scan suggested that his systems were intact and fully operational. The Movellans, on the other hand, remained still, their systems completely shut down. K9 extended his antenna and scanned the nearest Movellan. His power pack had been drained and his computer circuits had overloaded and gone into emergency shut down, like all his comrades throughout the ship. Satisfied that the danger was over, K9 began trundling through the door and made his way to the power room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Donna’s eye

As Tarn fired his weapon, the Doctor ducked and darted behind one of the nearest computers, narrowly missing the laser from Tarn’s gun, which instead blasted the wall, sending part of a built-in pipe clanging to the floor. Tarn moved quickly and got behind the computer, preparing to fire again. But the Doctor was not there. He had quickly taken cover behind another computer, while Tarn was not looking, and now he was desperately trying to work out what his next move was going to be. Tarn would not fire his weapon so randomly, not without risking damage to the generator. But it would not be long before he would discover where the Doctor

The Doctor kept on running, dodging several laser blasts from the Movellans’ guns, leaving burn marks in the walls. The situation was not going as he had hoped. He was starting to run out of breath and the Movellans were catching up fast, their speed greatly increased by their well-oiled robotic limbs. If he didn’t shake them off soon, then he would have to cancel dinner with Winston Churchill on the basis that he would be dead! All of a sudden, he realised where he was and a broad grin spread across his face. He came to a grinding halt and turned to face the pursuing Movellans who had themselves come to a stop. ‘You can no

‘You have got to be kidding me’, Donna breathed. ‘Why would I be kidding you?’ the Doctor asked, ‘Personally I think it’s a brilliant plan myself.’ ‘You think that crawling through a ventilation shaft is a brilliant idea?!’ Donna exclaimed, ‘It’s the oldest cliché in the book!’ They had both left the Tardis with K9 and made their way to the prison cells where Donna had previously been held. Finding two Movellans guarding the door, they moved back the way they came, until they came to the ventilation shaft leading to the prison cells. The Doctor saw the shaft as th

The Doctor was starting to get worried. The Movellans would be coming to at any minute, the mysterious Donna had still not come out of her coma and, to make matters worse, the Doctor remembered that he had left his Jelly Babies on the Tardis console. His little escape from boredom wasn’t going exactly as he had hoped. At last, he heard something mechanical move outside and a few seconds later a red light began cutting through the door like a knife slicing though butter.  The beam travelled across the entire doorframe and, within seconds, the heavy metal covering the exit collapsed to the ground with a loud clang, allowing K9 to trundle

‘Oh now, I’m sure we can negotiate this little misunderstanding’, the Doctor tried to explain to the Movellan, ‘you see I was just answering your distress call and…’ ‘No signal was sent’, stated the Movellan. ‘Oh well, wasted journey then, so glad we got that all cleared up then, nice talking to you, goodbye’, the Doctor said quickly and started to leave, when the Movellan said ‘Halt!’ and so he halted. ‘Oh come now, I said I can explain this misunderstanding. Here, I’ll show you my I.D’, and with that, the Doctor removed a set of playing cards and ad

The Doctor was facing a complete disaster. The King he had sworn to protect was about to fall to the opposing side in the war and he was trying to work out some desperate way out of this mess. Then he got it. Picking up the vital tool he needed, he placed it on the board and proudly declared ‘Check!’ ‘Correction, Master’, K9 replied on the other side of the chess board, ‘Your King will be mated in three moves.’ ‘What!’ The Doctor exclaimed, examining the board. Seeing that K9 was absolutely right, he slumped in his chair and muttered, ‘I used to be so much better at this you know.’