I'm Boooored...

[teyla]

I'm extremely bored. I'm at uni, it's 11:25 in the morning and I still have till 12:15 until my lecture starts. I can't study because I don't have my books with me. Not that I would study if I did, but, you know, it's actually impossible for me at the moment.

I wish I could download House, but I can't, because I'm at the uni computer.

Fandom! Do something interesting!

I suppose I could check out fandom_wank...


When I'm bored, my brain usually starts coming up with plot bunnies. Most of them are shit, some are vaguely interesting, and now and again there's a persistent one that I will eventually end up writing down.

There's this one that won't leave me alone, but I can't really think of an actual plot to go with it.

It's Doctor Who, obviously, since there's rarely anything else I think about these days. In my mind, it's Ten/Donna, because Donna is the one companion that feels easiest for me to write and think up plots for. It could be Jack/Ten, too. Jack is desperately striving to be in this fic.

Anyway. I've got this first part running through my head.

Donna had been with the Doctor for about two months, and was slowly getting used to it. It still boggled her mind when she started thinking about how the definition of "two months" stretched over five trips to the past, eight trips to the future, four life-threatening experiences and overall more than ten thousand years, but as long as she kept her mind on more mundane things - like, for example, the fact that she was actually starting to enjoy this life, and that she needed to make the Doctor wear that brown suit more often - she was doing fine with the crazy not-routine that was her life in the TARDIS.

Until, that was, the routine was broken.

They had just left the 15th century behind - Columbus discovering America, conquest of paradise and all that jazz - and the night before, the Doctor had announced that he was tired and would be going to bed early. Donna hadn't thought much of it - well, not more than usual, anyway. Over the weeks, Donna had made the experience that no matter what time of day or night, the Doctor almost always was to be found in the control room, even if he'd gone to bed only a couple of hours before. Apparently, Martians needed a lot less sleep than humans. Maybe they were like brown bears; barely sleeping for several days and then catching up on it in a twenty-four hour sleep marathon. Or something.

Anyway, Donna had paid him little attention when he'd gathered up his stuff and had left for his bedroom - wherever that was in the depths of this weird, weird ship - and had gone to bed herself soon after, in the firm confidence that the next morning, she would find him in the control room lounging in the captain's chair with his feet on the console and his nose in a book, as usual.

Only that this morning, he wasn't there. And he failed to show up as the day progressed, as well. First, Donna was only slightly annoyed; then she began to feel a little worried. When more than six Doctor-lacking hours had passed, she was beginning to panic.

She knew nothing about this place. Time And Relative Dimension In Space, she wasn't even entirely sure what that was supposed to mean. She didn't know how the interiors worked. After two months, she knew her way to the kitchen, the bathroom, her bedroom, the wardrobe and a couple of other rooms, but neither had she any idea how many more rooms there were in this place, nor did she know how to find a specific one like the Doctor's bedroom. Who knew if he even had a bedroom? Maybe he hibernated in some sort of cocoon. Maybe he transported to another dimension for his resting periods. Maybe he slept hanging upside down from the ceiling. What did she know? He was a bloody alien!

Yeah, that's about what my brain gave me for inspiration. I have a vague idea that Donna will go to find him and will eventually succeed, finding him fast asleep somewhere and unable to wake him up. Then I want the TARDIS to transport to Torchwood for some reason, where Donna will meet Jack Harkness and his team, who will save the day.

I've no idea how they're gonna do that. I don't know what's wrong with the Doctor. I don't even know whether it's a natural thing or whether there's some super evil force behind it. Knowing Dr Who, though, it'll probably be the latter.

I don't know if this is worth pursuing. You got any ideas? I'm open for pretty much anything! :)

Comments

[eponymous-rose.livejournal.com]

Actually, contrary to popular belief, we do see the Doctor sleep from time to time (not so much in Nu!Who, though). Just a rare thing, which makes this still more interesting. :D

I really do like this idea. :)

[teyla]

Thank you. I still need at least a rough idea of where to take it, though, or it'll die halfway through. I'm working on it :).