The thing I keep banging on about is that he doesn’t know what age he is. He’s lying. How could he know, unless he’s marking it on a wall? He could be 8,000 years old, he could be a million. He has no clue. The calendar will give him no clues.
—Steven Moffat, SFX, May 2010
I understand you’re the previous governess. I regret to inform you the position is taken. Goodnight.
She says to the pond woman.
The pond woman.
YOU FUCKING FUCK
Doctor Who AU | Donna as a Lady Time Lord And Tentoo As Her CompanionOnce he disloges his face from the crook of Donna’s neck and she loosens the grip of her hug he steps back can’t help but wonder out loud, “Your TARDIS is a…fridge?”
“Don’t give me that look, she has a working chameleon circuit and all but she seems to favor the retro fridge quite a bit.” Donna twirls what he can only imagine is a sonic-something in her hand, it doesn’t quite look like a screwdriver, but he didn’t expect her to stick very closely to standards anyways. She purses her lips in thought, “Probably ‘cause I used part of one to build the dimensional stabilizer…” she pauses taking a moment to look at his face, “Go ahead and look, I know you’re dyin’ to. You’re practically salivating over there.”
He obliges opening the door, and is immediately met with what he swears is the dark spicy smell of deep space. The consul room is a dusky aqua color and it radiates warmth, it feels quite like home although he’s never seen it before. Donna slides in past him and starts flipping levers and twisting knobs as though she’d been doing it her whole life, “Well you giant prawn, are you coming or what?” He’s grinning as steps inside and closes the door tightly behind him.