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romanajo123 (From fic I'm writing for the Dream Team Exchange event. My Assignment asked for 10 and Donna and 12 and Clara. Wasn't sure I could pull off 12, but I thought about this-there *is* more than one Clara :))
Oh this was just wizard! Donna Noble paced the floor of the castle dungeon for what felt like the millionth time. With each pace, she could feel a drop of water fall from the ceiling onto her. She already was soaked, so this wasn't helping. How did she even up here? That was right, listening to that skinny scrap of spaceman . Her mind travelled back to that morning...
<i> The Doctor was frantically pushing buttons on the TARDIS console like he was trying to crack a safe. Full of pure enthusiasm, he approached the redhead.
"Amilla!" he announced gleefully "Oh you're gonna love it, Donna! A whole planet stuck in the medieval period. Absolutely brilliant!"
"We're talking, knights and castles and frocks, right?" asked Donna "Not like the film with Eric Idle and John Cleese? There's not going to be a bunch of knights only saying one word?"
"Nah, not this time." he assured her. "Just a perfect holiday destination. Completely accurate. I should know, I've been there."
Donna almost hated to ask. "Medieval or the film?"
"Oooh both! I was one of the knights. Long story, explain it later."
At that, Donna rolled her eyes and hurried off to get changed. </i>
Now , his plan for a perfect holiday left her locked in this stupid dungeon, wet and cold while he ran off to go battle a giant or whatever. Taking a break from her pacing circuit, Donna sat down on the hard stone floor. Suddenly she heard a noise that sounded like footsteps.
She turned to look and felt something soft and warm drape over her.
"Looked like you needed it," came a voice. Across the room stood a young woman with short brown hair dressed in a tattered red dress. " Been down here about a week so I know it's freezing. " she said, with a noticeable accent. "I'm Claire, by the way. Claire Oswin."
Oh this was just wizard! Donna Noble paced the floor of the castle dungeon for what felt like the millionth time. With each pace, she could feel a drop of water fall from the ceiling onto her. She already was soaked, so this wasn't helping. How did she even up here? That was right, listening to that skinny scrap of spaceman . Her mind travelled back to that morning...
<i> The Doctor was frantically pushing buttons on the TARDIS console like he was trying to crack a safe. Full of pure enthusiasm, he approached the redhead.
"Amilla!" he announced gleefully "Oh you're gonna love it, Donna! A whole planet stuck in the medieval period. Absolutely brilliant!"
"We're talking, knights and castles and frocks, right?" asked Donna "Not like the film with Eric Idle and John Cleese? There's not going to be a bunch of knights only saying one word?"
"Nah, not this time." he assured her. "Just a perfect holiday destination. Completely accurate. I should know, I've been there."
Donna almost hated to ask. "Medieval or the film?"
"Oooh both! I was one of the knights. Long story, explain it later."
At that, Donna rolled her eyes and hurried off to get changed. </i>
Now , his plan for a perfect holiday left her locked in this stupid dungeon, wet and cold while he ran off to go battle a giant or whatever. Taking a break from her pacing circuit, Donna sat down on the hard stone floor. Suddenly she heard a noise that sounded like footsteps.
She turned to look and felt something soft and warm drape over her.
"Looked like you needed it," came a voice. Across the room stood a young woman with short brown hair dressed in a tattered red dress. " Been down here about a week so I know it's freezing. " she said, with a noticeable accent. "I'm Claire, by the way. Claire Oswin."
