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Title: Gallifrey Productions (3/7?)
Author: [ profile] bas_math_girl
Characters: Donna, Ten (John Smith), TenII (Andy Smith), Jenny Smith, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2571
Summary: another office, another set of faces to learn for Donna Noble. But suddenly there are two of them, and they are causing her all sorts of problems.
Disclaimer: I own the mini film running in my head and absolutely nothing else here.
Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 |

Part 3

From one side of her, John stiffened in readiness for a fight to break out, whilst on the other side of Donna, Andy stifled the need to giggle in amusement. Oh he had been sort of expecting this; okay, he had longed for it, and couldn’t wait for it to happen.

Amanda visibly jerked in surprise at being chastised before recomposing herself. “I’m John’s special friend,” she haughtily stated

Ex special friend,” Andy helpfully pointed out. “In fact, so ex, it is no longer her business what John gets up to anymore.”

She flashed a fake smile at him. “You always did like to tease me in front of the help.”

“Help?!” Donna angrily gasped. “I’ll have you know that I ....”

John’s hand suddenly landed back on top of hers again. “ far more to me than that. But I suspect that is the reason why you came over; to find out the gossip about Donna. Our relationship has reached that important stage.”

“I wouldn’t have come home early for anything less,” Andy added when Amanda peered at him to assess his reaction.

It was with a sour expression on her face that she noted, “There’s no ring on her finger. Perhaps she isn’t what you say she is.”

“Who’s ‘she’? The cat’s mother?!” Donna protested.

But John calmed her down by patting her hand. “No ring yet, but that is just a formality.” He smiled sweetly at the woman in front of them.

“I see,” Amanda seethed. “Well, I wish you both all the best.” She then turned to make a show of nonchalantly sauntering off back to her own table.

“Yes, lovely to catch up with you like this,” Andy sarcastically called out after her. “Remind me about doing this again.”

“Who the hell does she think she is?!” Donna spat out as quietly as she could as her hand escaped from John to throttle the napkin laying on her lap.

“I’m so sorry, Donna,” John apologised. “It wasn’t my intention to use you like that.”

She did her level best not to be furious or lash out. “But you did anyway. I assume that was your ex-girlfriend.”

“Very ex after dumping him,” Andy helpfully confirmed. “Sorry John but she has always been a bitch; you just never saw it.”

“And yet you continually felt the need to point it out,” John drily stated.

Donna cast her questioning gaze between the two men. “So are we supposed to hate her or not? I’m confused.”

“Go ahead and hate her, Donna. It’ll be better that way,” Andy commented, leaning back in his chair with satisfaction. “Save yourself hours of unnecessary goodwill.”

But John didn’t look so cheerful. “I’m not so sure,” Donna admitted, hedging her bets. “If John is still stuck on her then I’ll have to learn to build suitable bridges and ignore my first impression.”

“I’m alright,” John murmured, not meeting her gaze; but she didn’t believe him for a second.

“Look,” she began, placing a tender hand on his forearm to gain his attention, “if it helps you in some way to have a pretend relationship, then that’s okay with me. It’d only be for a few weeks at the most and then you never need see me ever again.”

“Thank you,” he sincerely replied. “It was a silly reactive idea of mine to seeing Amanda here of all places.”

“Why here in particular?” she asked, remembering John’s initial reluctance to dine at The Manor Lodge.

“She owns half the place,” Andy supplied. “Shame really because the food is excellent. Good enough to die for.”

“Good enough to yearn for when you are in Prague,” John added, in an obvious conversation change of topic.

“Nothing but the best for me,” Andy agreed, lifting up his glass of red wine in salute. Having taken a sip, he turned his attention onto Donna. “So tell me, do you have any such romantic skeletons in the cupboards? Is a long lost boyfriend of yours likely to suddenly turn up and accuse us of whisking you away?”

She laughed, and took a hasty gulp of her own drink. “No such luck, I’m afraid. My love life is as temporary as my work, except no man has appreciated my 100 wpm typing skills outside an office.”

“Do you hear that, John? You might be onto a winner here,” Andy teased. “Our Donna has very skilled fingers. It might turn out to be the best pretend relationship you’ve ever had.”

So she swatted his arm. “Oi! Watch it, you! Or my hand will apply to your face another of my skills.”

“Hey! Is that any way to treat your new boss?” Andy good-naturedly grumbled.

“Ah, but you aren’t my new boss. John is.” She smirked at him in satisfaction.

Failing to find a cheeky comeback, something else occurred to Andy. “There is one major problem with that if you two are going to have a pretend relationship.”

“What’s that?” John asked before she could.

“Your strict policy forbidding workplace relationships. Draconian, really,” Andy pointed out. “One of you will have to change jobs if it got out.”

“Oh.” John sat frowning.

He hadn’t thought of that. He had never needed to before. It was bad enough he had contemplated a fake relationship with his new secretary; incredibly embarrassing, in fact. Almost a Freudian slip.

“Is it too late to pretend I’m your cousin instead?” Donna pondered, causing them both to laugh; thus breaking the tension at the table.

Of course it was Andy who leaned in close to her and whispered, “It could have its merits. Kissing cousins sounds rather tempting to me.”

Yes, she’d definitely have to watch both him and her reaction to him. It was going to be a long six weeks.


“Good morning! How’s my favourite future sister-in-law today?”

Donna looked up from typing her notes to see Andy Smith standing there by her desk, grinning cheekily at her.

“Hello,” she cheerily greeted him. Oh no! The facial fuzz had gone. “What happened to the beard?” she forlornly questioned.

He smoothed a hand down his face, rubbing lightly over his chin. “It had to go.”

“Why?” she blurted out. “I rather liked it on you.”

“You did?” he wondered with delight. “Mother claimed I looked like a tramp.”

Your mother ought to be shot! “Oh no; definitely not. It really suited you,” Donna insisted, nodding her head. “Plus, beards are very fashionable right now. I’ll miss seeing you with it.”

“Perhaps I’ll re-grow it, just for you,” he offered, leaning in closer.

She pushed him away. “Flatterer!” she chided him “You’ll be demanding tea off me next when you go in to speak to your brother.”

“It’s like you can read me like a book,” he mocked, and grinned disarmingly.

Instead of answering him, she pressed the intercom button on her phone. Speaking into it, she said, “Your brother is here to see you, Mr Smith.”

Andy threw her a confused look. “A bit formal,” he commented as he headed for the inner door.

“That’s the sort of relationship we have,” she stated as she watched him enter. Once he had gone in, she got up from her seat and headed for the kitchen area to rustle up some cups of tea.

Shit shit shit, she silently repeated to herself. It had been miles easier to fancy him when he had the beard; but now that the two brothers looked almost exactly alike, it made differentiating between them more than a bit tricky. Instead, it had become downright dangerous.

I do NOT fancy my boss, she tried repeating instead.

Except, I do, a traitorous inner voice insisted; and she was powerless to deny it any longer.


On the other side of the door, Andy stared at John. “What’s going on?” he softly demanded to know. “Have you been upsetting Donna or something?”

“No,” John replied, now confused. “As far as I know everything is alright. Perhaps it was you who upset her.”

Andy snorted his scorn. “I very much doubt it. Just look at me; I’m gorgeous!” He posed himself on the chair in front of the desk.

“And so modest too,” John mocked. “What did she say?” he anxiously queried.

“Told me I should regrow the beard because it suits me so much.”

“Not about your beard, you imbecile,” John chided, as he made a mental note to possibly try out wearing a beard at a later date, should he want to impress her.

Noting his brother’s thoughtful expression, Andy couldn’t resist asking, “Are you falling for her? You are!” He gasped in glee. “I approve if it means the end of the ghastly Amanda in our lives, but it really is remiss of you old man if you let it show. No wonder Donna is acting a bit off. Who could blame her for avoiding your attentions.”

John gaped at him. “I’m not…,” he tried to deny. “I would never… I haven’t even done anything, I assure you. Well, not beyond yesterday’s little escapade; and I profusely apologised for that. Although I still need to give her the money for a new coat.”

“Thank you for clarifying my suspicion,” Andy calmly replied before bursting into a fit of the giggles.

“Stop it,” John warned.

“Shan’t,” Andy retorted. “This is too good to ignore. Who would have thought it? The great John Smith properly falling for an Earth girl.”

“I am not joking,” John threatened, “and you are totally wrong. Donna and I merely work together. We make a good team.”

“You want to make sweet music, you mean,” Andy deliberately muttered.

John suitably glared at him. “Says he who has been flirting with her at every opportunity,” he responded. “I suspect you are projecting your own interest onto me. And since you have not been linked with anyone for quite some time, I fear you are getting a little desperate.”

“Deflection projection, I know what you are doing,” Andy admonished him. “But this time I’ll let you get away with it. Now onto this animatronic for Bath…”


That Friday as Donna entered the building she noticed several young girls looking nervous whilst accompanied by a member of staff. A bit hard to miss, really.

“What’s going on?” she cheerily asked Marianne on the front desk. “A special school visit or something?”

“It’s bring your daughter to work day,” Marianne eagerly supplied. “I’d have brought our Emma but she’s doing her mock French oral today.”

Suppressing the joke that sprung to her mind, Donna pleasantly said, “I hope she’s done well.”

Marianne shrugged. “I do hope so. These exams will be the death of me. You’re lucky that you don’t have all of this to cope with.”

“Yeah,” Donna sighed. “See you later.”

What wouldn’t she do at times to have exactly the same problem. But alas it looked as though she would never have her own child to fuss over and motivate.

Bending to tick the appropriate box on a form to confirm she was in the building, she then gathered up any post for John and made her way to their office. Weird how she’d begun to think of her office space in that way, but it was a close and intense working relationship. The following week she would be accompanying him out on location; staying in a hotel and everything. It was the most glamorous thing to have ever happened to her.

With her mind mulling over which film stars and celebrities she might be rubbing shoulders with very soon, she hummed her way through the main office door and was brought up short when she spotted a young blonde teenage girl sitting in her chair, looking utterly bored as she swivelled around. Ah, teenage angst. It was easy to spot a mile off, but the pout on the girl’s face underlined the fact.

“Hello. Are you here for the daughter’s day thing?” Donna asked her. She made a play of bustling about, taking her new coat off and changing into her stilettos.

The girl barely looked up from the phone clasped tightly within her hands. “Yeah,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you think you ought to go and find your mum now?” Donna pointedly asked, nodding her head sideways in a polite ‘bugger off’ motion. “Because I have to get on and do some work now.”

“Can’t,” the girl petulantly answered. “She’s dead.”

“Oh my god! I am so sorry,” Donna hastily apologised. “Why don’t I make you a coffee while you’re here.”

“Thanks.” The girl stopped gawping at her phone and actually smiled. “It’s alright about Mum. I hardly remember her.” She got up and sauntered over to where Donna stood by the kettle, and peer curiously into the white box she’d plonked down on the counter. “Are those doughnuts? Can I have one with my coffee?”

“They’re meant for our coffee break later on so you’ll have to wait.”

“Oh go on,” the girl pleaded. “Please! I promise not to tell Dad you mentioned Mum if I can have one now.”

You had to give her points for trying, you must admit. “Erm..” Donna made a show of acting as though she was deeply thinking it over, bringing her fingertip to rest on her lower lip. “No. I refuse to be blackmailed.”

“Spoilsport!” the girl whined, just as the inner door opened.

“Jenny, are you stopping Donna from working? What did I tell you?”

John stood regarding them, a frown on his face.

The girl now identified as Jenny rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Alright Dad, keep your hair on. I was only asking for a doughnut with my coffee.”

His face lit up at the news. “Ooh, you brought doughnuts, Donna. Good. I look forward to having one later on.”

“See! They’re not for now,” Donna smirked playfully at Jenny, fighting hard not to laugh. “Play your cards right and I’ll show you where the staplers are kept.”

“Why would she want to know that?!” John wondered. “A little boring at the best of times.”

“That is rather my point,” Donna stated. “Do you want your coffee out here or in your office?” She stood with the filled cup in her hand, expectantly waiting for an answer.

“In there,” he decided, and let her follow him in.

She made a point of gently shutting the door first before approaching his desk and placing the cup down in front of him. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?” she quietly asked.

“Didn’t I?” he feigned ignorance. “I thought I had.”

“No,” she insisted. “I was treated to the ex with the hex, but not information about your children. So what’s the situation?” When he looked hesitant to say anything, she stood patiently waiting for him to say something further. “I’ll stand here all day if I have to.”

“Alright,” he sighed. “What do you want to know? All you need to know for now is that I only have the one child. Not that I see it as any of your business beyond the...” Then something twigged in his head. “You just want to make sure I don’t make an idiot of myself or you, don’t you?”

She nodded her agreement. “Took the words right out of my mouth. It will help me not to put my foot in it again if I know what’s going on. Is Jenny Amanda’s daughter?”

Part 4

Date: 2017-02-25 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Couldn't believe it when I saw another post. How close is the story to being finished? (So far...?)

Oh lordy! That acting bit will bite at least one of the trio in the rear later on. I just know it. But... John is much keener than he's letting on. Maybe because of that "draconian" policy?

Oh, please! Don't let Jenny be Amanda's daughter! She's too sweet for that. I know it can happen in real life, but there better be a good reason for her to have a less than kind (dead) mother.

*extra hugs* Because you deserve them. I'm still kicking the post nasal drip and coughing, but I keep getting more energy back. Now to get consistent nights' sleep...

Date: 2017-02-25 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Andy:...I'm gorgeous!"
Sounds like Andy walks around with a mirror in his pocket.:D

Date: 2017-02-25 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I'm just teasing.;)

I don't mind a little scruff.

I'm sure John could give Andy anything with a reflection to check himself out.

Seems like both Smiths are pretty smitten over a certain redhead.:)

What's wierd is that I have a friend called Amanda.

Date: 2017-02-26 11:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I tease to please.:)

I sometimes wonder what my friend would look like with a beard. One time I helped him remember to buy shaving cream.

I was thinking at the time what would he shave off. He barely has facial hair. Maybe I'm just ignorant?

Anyway. Loving the story. Keep it coming.:)

There are alot of actresses name Amanda.

Date: 2017-02-27 12:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Oh my gosh!. I try not to analyse him that way. Now you have got me curious. He does wear short sleeves sometimes...

I need some escapism.:)

Date: 2017-02-28 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I was referring to my own insecurities.

I saw my friend today and the first place I looked was his arms. He was wearing long sleeves.

You can guess who I'm talking about.;)

I try not to look at his chest but he is tall.

Edited Date: 2017-02-28 10:57 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-01 11:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Nothing gets passed you.:)

I mentally slapped myself when I realised what I was doing.

He does talk with his hands.

I have to confess that we were both sitting and I stopped short of looking there.

I'm strange, I know.

Now I'll be looking at his watch. I've never seen him with a tie.*pondering*

Edited Date: 2017-03-01 01:35 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-07 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You know he was teasing me yesterday. He literally was asking for a slap. I didn't give him the satisfaction.

It's strange because he usually gets all shy when we are in close proximity. Well he's the one approaching me these days.

Summers over so it's getting a little cold but he doesn't get that formal.

Edited Date: 2017-03-07 07:48 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-08 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Even the male teachers don't wear ties. I doubt he has to at work either.

He really wants me bad. I can't believe how full on he was.:D

Sorry. I'm getting sidetracked.*goes to next part*
Edited Date: 2017-03-11 11:21 am (UTC)


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