Donna Approved Title: Donna Approved Author:blue_siofra Rating: G Characters: Donna, Ten Summary: There are some activities that Donna approves.
Donna stared up at the sign. It was a simple sign, and it was a simple donut shop. Her plan, however was anything but simple. That spaceman had to sleep sometime. And he really is too skinny. Grinning to herself, she entered the shop.
The shop boy must have been barely out of school, but he filled her order quickly. He did look at her a bit strangely when she requested all their banana crème filled donuts. She took the bag from him and paid him before walking briskly back to the TARDIS.
Very late that night, well after the Doctor thought she was asleep, Donna tip toed down the hall to the room she was sure was the Doctor’s. She tried the handle; unlocked. With a smirk, she hurried back down the hall to retrieve the bag.
Bag in hand, she slipped into the dark room, the soft snores indicating that indeed, the Doctor was asleep. Donna opened the bag as she walked over to the side of the bed he was on. Slipping out a sugary pastry, she pulled off a small piece. Waving it under his nose, she marveled at how it is the only time she has ever seen it not talking.
It must have worked, because the Doctor opened his mouth - and started mumbling about something that sounded like ‘neutron flow’. Donna took her chance and shoved the bite into his mouth, then watched in awe as he chewed it, swallowed, and then continued mumbling! She quickly ripped off another small bite, and repeated the motions, watching , amused as he continued to eat what she fed him.
As the activity continued, Donna couldn’t help herself, and even with all her might, she couldn’t help but let her giggles escape. The more he ate, the harder she giggled until there was only one pastry left, and she was on the floor, laughing so hard she was crying.
Since she was laughing so hard, she didn’t hear the bed creak, nor did she notice the Doctor watching her from the edge of the bed.
“What’s so funny?” His voice deeper than usual from sleep. Or banana crème.
“Eep!” Donna squeaked, falling over in her fit of laughter. She did consciously kick the bag under his bed, though not fast enough for him not to notice it.
“What’s this?” he reached under, pulling the bag up, and peeking inside, “Oh, breakfast! Thanks, Donna!”
Donna tried to control her giggles, gasping for breath as he took the donut and bit into it.
“Ooh, Banana crème! I like bananas, they’re good!”
Donna lost herself into giggles again. Feeding him banana crème donuts in his sleep definitely got a stamp of approval for fun activities.