After finishing Unexpected, I figured that it was time that I got back to this story. I haven't checked the hits to see how popular it is. This isn't necessarily my OTP, but it's still fun to write about.

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Chapter 2: Trying Again

Donna had enjoyed a lovely crab boil with the Doctor, but she was still frustrated. As the night went on, she lay in bed thinking about what to do. Around five in the morning, she gave up and got out of bed. She had a dressing gown on over her three-piece sleepwear, which consisted of a soft camisole and a fluffy hoodie and shorts, which had the word 'FOXY' printed on the bum. It had been a present from the Doctor. She appreciated the thought and the pyjamas were very, very comfortable. In a pair of cute, fluffy socks colored like a fox's paws, she quietly padded over to her computer, where she accessed the information she needed. When she saw what she needed to do, she smiled. She just had to wait a few hours.

Around seven in the morning, Donna headed to the galley to make something to eat. She turned the cooker on and put some pans on the cooker. She added a bit of butter before putting few slices of bacon in one pan and cracking some eggs into the other pan. The air was filled with the smell of cooking breakfast and she knew that wherever the Doctor was, whether he was sleeping or awake, he would be drawn to the smell of delicious breakfast. Whistling cheerfully, ginger woman started slicing some bread. Since she had started travelling on the TARDIS, the cooking shows that she had watched in her spare time were starting to pay off.

Eventually, he heard footsteps as an undoubtedly drooling Doctor made his way into the galley. Donna glanced back at him and saw that his eyes were wide. In an almost reverent voice, the Time Lord said, "I smell bacon."

"Breakfast is almost ready." Donna said as she popped a few slices of bread in the large-capacity toaster.

The Doctor sat down at the table with an eager expression on his face. Soon, the toast popped up. Donna removed the bacon and eggs from the heat, putting the two protein-filled items on a plate for each of them. The human female added jam to the toast and, as an afterthought, whipped up a banana smoothie for her favorite Time Lord. Donna quickly set the table before placing one plate down on her side of the table and one plate on her side. Silently, she prayed that she hadn't burned anything too badly. The eggs looked a little crisp around the edges. The Doctor picked up his fork and took a bite of the eggs. He smiled a cheerful smile and said, "Well done, Donna Noble! The eggs are only slightly burnt this time!"

"Thanks, I think." Donna said with a slight frown.

"You're very welcome." the Doctor replied.

Donna paused to think for a while before asking, "So, how have the repairs and upgrades been going?"

"They're going very well." the Doctor replied happily. "The only problem is that the TARDIS is rather touchy about her-"

The Time Lord then proceeded to launch into anecdote featuring technical terms that were way beyond Donna's understanding. There was also the use of advanced quantum physics lecturing. Eventually, Donna started to tune him out and wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. The Doctor finally finished, "- straight in my kneecap with an arrow."

"That's interesting." Donna lied.

"What alien archers were doing in Amsterdam is anyone's guess." the Doctor said. "After I recovered, I walked into a cafe and sat down to enjoy myself. I struck up a conversation with an interesting person, who invited me to a pub not far away for a few drinks. When I came to the next morning, I was lying on my back in someone's garden, completely nude, with a full English breakfast on my chest. I smelled like Chanel No. 5 and pork scratchings for almost a week afterwards."

"What the hell happened to you that night?" Donna was extremely perplexed.

"I have no idea." the Time Lord admitted. "If I knew, I would tell you. Or not. I don't kiss and tell. Unrelated question. Do they have strip karaoke on this planet?"

"Strip karaoke?" Donna questioned. "What the hell is strip karaoke?"

"It's like strip snakes and ladders, only without the chafing." the Doctor replied.

"Chafing? What-" Donna shook her head. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

"At least it's not Krupnian 'street rules' Twister." the Time Lord said. "You'd need a tetanus shot for that one."

"I don't think I want to know more about that one." the human female said.

"It's up to you." the Doctor said with a shrug.

The two continued to banter for a while until they were finished with their breakfast. The Doctor, courteously enough, decided to help wash the dishes. As he dried a plate, the Time Lord said, "By the way, the gravity is malfunctioning in the master bathroom. It's heavier than usual. I'd recommend using one of the guest bathrooms."

"I appreciate the thought." Donna said with a smile.

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About an hour later, Donna was in the shower. She was deep in thought and the water was loud, so she couldn't hear the Doctor knocking on the door. The Time Lord squeezed his knees together and squirmed. He had to wee in the worst way possible. She was in one of the guest bathrooms and the other ones were out of service. He needed to make repairs. He couldn't use the master bathroom. He had to wait. So he stayed there, hopping in place. He let out a whimper. He had to go soooo bad!

The Doctor tried waiting a little longer, but he couldn't. Left with no choice, he quickly made up his mind and hurried over to the master bathroom. He did the potty dance over to the toilet and he quickly flipped the seat up before unzipping his trousers and pulling out his manly meat missile. He let out a sigh of relief as he emptied his bladder. While he was doing this, he accidentally bumped the toilet lid. The increased gravity sent it hurtling down, slamming the lid shut on Little Doctor. He let out an ear-splitting scream that, for some reason, Donna didn't hear.

The Time Lord washed his hands because he wasn't an animal and limped over to the med bay. He performed a few scans on his abused member to see what the damage was. To his relief, the damage wasn't severe. He just knew that he would have to avoid any private fun-time festivities for a while. That meant that he wasn't allowed to cuddle his kielbasa, so to speak. So, he took a couple pain pills and headed off to wait for Donna to finish her shower.

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Donna stepped out of the guest bathroom, dressed in an ankle-length, fluffy, blue dressing gown with little cups of espresso, lattes, and cappuccinos printed on it. Her hair was toweled mostly-dry and she was feeling a little frisky. She decided to seek the Doctor out with one goal in mind. She wanted him to stick his banana in her fruit salad, so to speak. Hopefully this time, he wouldn't be a coward. Donna was a grown woman. She was a grown woman with needs. It had been a long, long time since anyone had swept her chimney, so to speak. She wanted it and she wanted it bad. She couldn't help it. The Doctor was a nearly constant source of sexual frustration for her. Even though they were currently a couple of sorts, she knew that she wasn't entitled to his body in any way, shape, or form. However, that didn't mean that she wasn't going to try to seduce him. She wasn't a completely unattractive woman. She was fairly good looking, in an unassuming, girl-next-door kind of way. Well, more like woman-next-door. She hadn't been a girl in a while. She was still in the prime of her life, so she was in no way giving up on the idea of a love life unless the Doctor told her that he never, ever wanted to have sex with her. That idea was rather upsetting, but she respected her favorite Time Lord too much to try to underhandedly coerce him into doing the deed if he didn't want to. No, if there was still a chance, she would bide her time. In the meantime, she would try to deal with this pesky frustration for this day's attempt at seducing the Doctor.

Donna headed to her room and got dressed. She wore a white jumper, a pair of jeans, and, just in case, a push-up bra. Her breasts were still quite well-formed and not at all saggy-looking, but they weren't as perky as they were when she was 21. Was the Doctor a breast man? She didn't know, but it never hurt to be prepared. Steeling herself for the possibility of rejection, the redhead searched for the Doctor until she found him in the common room. She saw the back of his head from the other side of the couch. It was time for some aggressive cuddling, so to speak. With a smile on her face, she walked around the sofa. In a sultry voice, Donna said, "Hello, Doctor. Have you been waiting for me?"

It was then that Donna spotted the cold pack that the Time Lord was holding to his groin. The human female's eyes widened and she asked, "Doctor, what happened to you?"

The Time Lord grimaced and said. "Master bathroom. Gravity. Toilet seat."

Donna sat down next to the Doctor and asked, "Oh my god, are you okay?"

"As okay as I can be with an injured penis." the Doctor said.

"Is there anything I can do?" Donna asked.

"No." the Doctor said. He then smiled awkwardly and said, "It looks like doing the dirty deed is off the table for now."

The human placed a comforting hand on the Time Lord's shoulder. "You just focus on healing, okay?" Donna said. "I'll do what I can to help."

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It had been two weeks since the Doctor had smashed his disco stick. For the first week, Donna had helped him a lot and when he was in too much pain to stand up, she would fetch things for him. He really appreciated it. However, the truth was that he had been fully healed for a week. Something held him back from telling Donna. He was getting kind of stir-crazy from not going on an adventure. He didn't like lulls in his life if he could avoid them. Domesticity could get boring after a while. He loved Donna, but he needed a trip to a planet. Therefore, he had taken her to a planet that was supposed to have the best roller-coasters in the universe. Unfortunately, he had not had the proper currency to pay for some tasty, fried treats, as the vendor didn't take credits. That, of course, led to their current situation. The vendor was chasing after him and Donna with a rather large knife. The duo, of course, was running from said vendor. The Doctor quickly spotted another stall and pulled Donna behind it. "Doctor, why didn't you, of all people, have the right currency?" Donna grumbled.

"I didn't know that the vendors didn't take credits!" the Doctor protested. "I rarely carry around loose currency! Most establishments take credits!"

"They're street vendors!" Donna exclaimed. "On Earth, most street vendors don't even take cheques!"

The Doctor was about to say something, but the fried meat vendor looked around the stall and spotted them. He shouted something in an alien language and waved the knife. "Time to run again!" the Doctor shouted before grabbing Donna's hand and pulling her after him.

When the Doctor and Donna escaped to the TARDIS, the Time Lord decided that it was time to get out of there. When they had left the planet, Donna seemed to realize something. "You were able to run." She said accusingly. "You're healed!"

"No!" the Doctor exclaimed. He grabbed his groin and said, "Oh no, it still hurts! Ow!"

"You've been healed all this time!" Donna shouted. A hurt expression appeared on her face as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Um..." The Doctor rubbed his arm awkwardly.

"I wouldn't have pushed it if you didn't want it, but I want to make love with you!" Donna shouted. "Is having sex with me really that much of a chore? Why did it have to be today, of all days?"

"Donna-" the Doctor tried to say, but his partner began to walk away. "Donna, wait!"

The Doctor leaned against the console as Donna stormed off. The Time Lord sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did it have to happen like this? What was so special about today? The Doctor turned around and accessed the Earth-oriented calendar. It was then that he realized that today was Valentine's Day. He needed to do something to make things better. The problem was that he didn't know how. So, he did what any man did in a crisis: he turned to the Universal Internet. He knew that he would do his best to make things right and hopefully make today the best Valentine's Day ever for Donna Noble.

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Aaaand, now the story ends and leads up into How To Sweep A Human Off Her Feet! It took me too long to get this up. I apologize for that. Now the trilogy is complete!