A/N: So... I wrote some crackfic. It just sort of happened. It was for this prompt my friend sent me ages ago (we're restarting our prompty-challenge, not that anyone necessarily cares, but it means the three of us will be back to writing). The prompt was deep end which I took both literally and figuratively. The story gets a little screwy with pov because there is a lot of crossover, so I've divided the story into chapters that make sense to me, although it means that some are very short.
ENJOY!
THE DEEP END
She hurtles toward him at full speed.
"Doctor - RUN!"
He looks up, confused.
"But… why – what – "
She catches him by the sleeve as she's passing and tries to pull him along.
"Wait, no, Donna, what's –"
She lets out an exasperated sigh and stomps her foot on the pavement.
"Come on! We have to go now, before she –"
She's interrupted by a shrill voice behind them.
"DONNA NOBLE, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING ON THAT BLOODY –"
The Doctor tenses at the sight of Mrs. Noble running down the street in her bathroom slippers. He turns to Donna.
"Right then, okay. Time to…RUN!"
He grabs her hand and they rush towards the end of the lane where the blue policebox waits.
They crash through the doors, screaming. Donna locks the doors behind them as the Doctor runs to the console, flipping and switching random switches even as Mrs. Noble reaches the box and starts banging on its sides.
"DONNA! Don't you dare fly this thing away fr—"
Her voice fades away as the TARDIS gets moving, taking them… well, anywhere other than where they are.
After a brief pause, and a moment to catch her breath, Donna looks up at the Doctor, who looks like he's about two seconds from a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"You remember that time we used my mum's car to escape from those weird purple guys with the webby-feet and they got all that black slime all over it? Well, yeah…"
The two burst out laughing just as a familiar whooshing sound marks their arrival at… somewhere. They walk towards the door, trying (unsuccessfully) to regain some semblance of composure.
"Oh, you should have seen the look on her face, I swear it was like she was just going to–"
The Doctor opens the door and is barely able to manage a baffled "What?!" before a flood of water comes rushing in.
pls. 2 review? I'll post the rest of it l8r, I'm tired af.