Inopportune landing spots

By Marisha

Oct 2009

The mechanical swirl ebbed into silence. Donna let go of the console she had been clinging to for the last five minutes. This landing had more turbulence than a ship on high sea. She looked at the Doctor, who was grinning expectantly.

"Where are we?" A smile played her lips. She found it hard to resist his enthusiasm.

"Why don't we find out?" The Doctor sprang past her, threw on his coat in one swift movement and opened the door for Donna. She bowed and stepped out.

Her mouth dropped open – she was standing in a dimly lit room with urinals in various states of usage.

"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" She swung around and nearly knocked the Doctor out. "You did this on purpose," she raged, poking his chest.

Blank-faced, the Doctor threw up his hands in surrender.

"Me?" he said innocently trying to peek past her. "Oh!"

"OH! JA!" Donna huffed. "You landed this ship of yours on the worst place you could imagine, didn't you? Just for fun!"

She glared at him as he tried to keep a straight face.

"You know these controls aren't always the most accurate," he defended himself half-heartedly. "And anyway, what is the problem?"

"There's none for YOU!" Donna exclaimed.

The Doctor wiggled past her with a wide grin. "Just what I said."

"Oh, no, sir!" she grabbed his coat and pulled him back in. "There is no way you'll catch me walking through a men's loo!"

The Doctor shrugged. "Well, what you want me to do about it?"

Donna stared hard at him. "You move it!"

"The TARDIS?"

"Exactly and pronto!" She was still shaking her head.

"Okay, if you insist," the Doctor strolled over to the console and flipped a few switches. "Hold on!"

The TARDIS warmed up her sonic howl, rattled to the left and shook to the right, then died down again.

"Happy?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow. "New location for the lady."

He pointed to the door, but Donna shook her head.

"Oh, no, mister! After you!"

"Your wish is my command." He smirked with a hinted bow.

Donna rolled her eyes and gave him a friendly push through the door.

"Oi, what have I done to deserve—?" the Doctor complained still turned back to Donna and not looking where he was going.

Hooting and outcries greeted the Doctor. His head shot around as his eyes widened in realization.

Donna peeked over his shoulder as the hooting turned to cheering and whistling.

Serves him right, she thought as she whispered in his ear, "What's the problem? We'll just walk through."

With that she passed the rooted Doctor and waved at the women as she left the washroom.

The end