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Title: Gallifrey Productions (7/?)
Author: [ profile] bas_math_girl
Characters: Donna, Ten (John Smith), TenII (Andy Smith), Jenny Smith, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2631
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 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

Part 7

“Did you miss me?” Andy asked as he retook his seat at the table with them. He was pleased to note that John instantly moved his head away from being next to Donna’s, although he wasn’t so sure if he was more delighted he had shifted away or the fact it had been there in the first place. “I don’t know about you but I’m ready for dessert now.”

“Where do you put it all?” Donna wondered in amazement at his appetite.

“Me?” He patted his hands on the side of his torso in demonstration. “I’m a growing lad so I need my food.”

“It probably ends up growing that beard of yours,” she fondly commented. “It certainly doesn’t make a difference to your waistline.”

“True,” Andy agreed with a nod of his head. “We’re naturally thin. Women have always hated us for it.”

“Well,” she pondered, drawing out the syllable, “I’m envious you can eat what you like without worrying about it, but ‘hate’ is a strong word. Then again, thin women is rather your thing, isn’t it John?” she aimed teasingly at him. Revenge is sweet.

“Oh!” he guiltily exclaimed, going bright red. “I erm... I... I wouldn’t necessarily say that. A winning smile and a twinkle in your eye is more important to me.”

He said what?! She snorted her evident disbelief. “Of course it is, as long as it is wrapped up in nothing bigger than a size 10 body. Or one of those American size zeros you hear about in films.”

“That’s not true,” John sulkily protested into his opened dessert menu. To say any more to prove his point would rather be counterproductive. So he pouted in defeat at no one in particular and let Andy take over the conversation again. It was best that way.

“You’re quiet,” Andy noted about him some minutes later. “You okay?”

“I’m just thinking,” John replied. “I might go back to my room and go Skype with Jenny in a moment. She should have finished her prep by now. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Say hallo to her for me,” Donna requested as he stood to go.

They exchanged nods of farewell, and then Donna and Andy were left on their own to finish their meal.

“Not quite alone at last,” she noted, finishing off the last spoonful her dessert.

He gave her a wan smile. “I’m sure we can be adults about it and enjoy each other’s company without a chaperone.” Taking a deep breath, he continued, “All that business this afternoon, I’m really sorry about it. I shouldn’t have given in to my impulse to kiss you because all it did was end up hurting you.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him far too quickly.

“No you’re not,” he argued, placing his hand over hers in comfort, “and that’s my fault. You need to know that I’ve promised John that I won’t try to be anything more than a friend to you while you work for us as a temp.”

“That’s very gallant of you,” she sarkily commented.

“It means a lot to him,” Andy explained. “So… if you will allow me to, I’d like to ask you out in a month’s time, Donna.”

Could she wait a month for her chance to kiss him again? “I’ll think it over,” she answered.


Later, when Andy escorted her along the hotel corridor to her room, he quietly insisted, “John really didn’t mean that comment about your weight in the way that you took it, you know.”

“Oh? Then what exactly did he mean? Because I am eager to know,” she snapped back.

Andy leant nonchalantly against her door frame as he considered how to answer that. Speaking slowly, he stated, “He was rather saying that I’m the one with the penchant for the company of skinny women, not him. Which, to be fair, has been true in the past; back when I chased meaningless relationships to look cool. All that business you overheard was him listing the things he actually likes about you, surprising as that may seem.”

“Yeah, look at how I’m laughing with delight,” she sarcastically pointed out. “He was listing what he doesn’t like.”

“You’ve got it wrong about him,” Andy insisted. “You don’t know him like I do. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot then own up to something that could be seen to be against his own staunch moral code. It’s been drummed into us, I'm afraid. And the risk to Jenny is always uppermost in his mind. That’s why he let Amanda dump him. I’m sure of it.”

“What do you mean he let her?”

He bobbed his head to look down the corridor for any possible eavesdroppers before answering; leaning in to whisper, “Inevitably, Amanda couldn’t stand Jenny getting in her way of completely possessing John.”

“Did she hurt Jenny?” Donna quickly asked, accidentally interrupting him but hating the thought of the girl being caused any pain by the stupid clotheshorse of a woman she’d seen. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. You were saying?”

“That’s okay. As far as I know Amanda didn’t lay a finger on Jenny otherwise I’d have stepped in; don’t worry. Probably why she isn’t so keen on me,” he pondered, “but Amanda wanted sole ownership of John. She wanted things to get much more serious between them. You should have heard her talk endlessly about where they should live, what they would do, and all that stuff. So when she let slip that she intended to send Jenny to boarding school rather than stay at the day placement she has at the moment, John rather panicked. He’s never been keen to miss out on time spent with his daughter. Used to bring her out on location with us whenever he could. That’s the true reason why he won’t be in work tomorrow despite whatever story he’s given you.”

“That’s nice,” she agreed; loving the thought of John as a protective father. “He told me there’s some open day thing he has to attend.”

“Some day off thing, more like it,” Andy joked. “Could be partially true, knowing him, but also an excellent excuse.”

“Why do that, though? Lie about it, I mean?” she argued. “I would never judge him for wanting to spend time with his own daughter, for goodness sake, after being forced to spend nights away from her like this.”

“Because that’s what he used to: people criticising him for it. Rather sexist when you think about it. I mean, if Jenny was your child you’d gain criticism for not wanting to spend every possible moment with her,” he reasoned. “As it is, all he gets is why can’t he hire someone to look after her.”

“Like a companion,” she added, remembering that conversation on the day she’d met Jenny for the first time. “Okay, I’ll try and give him the benefit of the doubt but if he messes up when I see him on Monday I won’t be so charitable.”

“You won’t regret it,” he confidently replied. Placing a tender kiss on her cheek, he murmured, “Good night, Donna.”

She responded with her own good wishes as he strolled away and entered her room with lots of things to ponder. Like why Andy was suddenly pushing her away and towards John.


Feeling quite chipper and a fluttering of excitement in the pit of his stomach, John walked through the main door into his office, only to be met by no one except a wiggling bottom on the other side of Donna’s desk. “Morning!” he called out to the person the charcoal coloured piece of material covered.

“Hello John! Did you have a nice weekend? I hope the parents’ open day thing at the school went well. The files on your desk are... Wow!” she exclaimed in shock as she emerged from beneath the desk where she’d retrieved a dropped pen that rolled out of reach, and finally caught a proper glimpse of the man standing a few feet away. To say he had changed since she last saw him would be an understatement.

“Do you like it?” he cautiously asked her, running a hand over the mini forest that had started to sprout on his chin. “I thought I’d try it out for a while.”

Oh god!
Now she was in trouble. It was official. How would she ever cope with working so close to him now? The fledgling beard was too damn sexy for his own good. Or hers; the outright loser in this contest was yet to be decided. “It looks nice,” she feebly answered; suddenly finding that her voice had tried to escape. “How did your mum react to it?”

I won’t allowed her to react until the weekend.
“Mother hasn’t seen it yet,” he airily replied, striding towards his office before Donna could quiz him further. “But Jenny approved.”

“Good,” Donna commented, faithfully following in his wake as he made his way across the carpet to sit in his chair. “She’s the main one you need to impress.”

He cheekily smiled at her. “Who else would be on that list?”

“Your brother,” she instantly responded.

He nodded his agreement. “It was sort of his idea. But he’s a big boy now and can cope with a little competition.”

Competition? Her brow furrowed as she seriously considered the possible outcome of such a thing. “Whoever she is, I hope she’s worth it.”

“Worth what?” he wondered.

What a div! “You possibly falling out with Andy.”

“We disagree at times but we never have those sorts of problems,” John pondered. Even arguing over Donna hadn’t broken their sibling bond. “We just aren’t built that way. So these files on my desk,” he neatly changed the topic of conversation by saying. “What were you going to tell me when I walked in?”

“Oh them!” Donna quickly gathered her thoughts. “I sorted out those location problems,” she explained, pointing to each folder in turn, “so this week’s trips should be fairly straightforward.”

“Careful, Donna. Famous last words,” he teasingly warned her. “I was thinking we’d set off as soon after lunch as possible so that we can settle into the hotel by dinner time. How does that sound?”

“Fine by me,” she eagerly replied. This going out to troubleshoot was fast becoming an addictive pleasure. “We’ll have you tucked up with teddy in bed before midnight,” she teased in return.

But she wasn’t prepared for his response.

“Is that what we are you calling you these days, teddy? Or were you merely offering me a place in your bed?” he cheekily proposed.

Mmmmm. It did all sorts of things to her. Things she was not willing to own up to.

“You cheeky sod!” she gasped out on a laugh. “No cocoa for you at bedtime, mister.”

“But I’m allowed some tea right now, aren’t I?” he asked, directing those puppy dog eyes at her. The ones she was powerless to resist.

“Okay,” she drew out on an exasperated fond sigh. “Just don’t expect special treatment from me all the time.” If only I could show you some very special treatment in my bed…..

After that, she quickly left his office before she could indulge in even more banter. It was much safer that way. Even if it meant that her bed would remain a man-free zone that night; and every other night. Shame.


The thought of going for a swim kept on enticing her, so when John had casually mentioned that their hotel had a pool as part of its amenities, her appetite had been whetted. Or should that be wetted? Nevertheless, it had been a long time since she had gone properly swimming, and she found she ached for the days when she used to scuba dive on a regular basis.

They weren’t meeting up for breakfast until 8.30am. That was plenty of time to sneak down to the pool area and try it out. Of course, she had gone investigating the night before and already knew where to find everything. She wasn’t completely daft. It had looked gorgeous lit by tiny LED lights and flanked by several huge exotic plants. She couldn’t wait to dip her toes in.

Unlike most pools, which were normally rectangular and less than half the size of a public swimming pool, this particular one was a large kidney shape. One end was shallow with lots of steps and the other was obviously meant for diving in. The best of both worlds. And in the centre of the kidney shape, a waterfall cascaded down into the main pool section.

She couldn’t wait!

It was only when she put on her costume from the suitcase that she realised that she hadn’t picked up her own swimming cap to pack but had gained her mother’s one. Oh the shame! And she couldn’t risk going without a cap because they had breakfast meetings to attend. She couldn’t let them hang about for hours while she teased her hair out of the tight curls it would naturally form, and into something much straighter and manageable. Damn! She would have to wear the offensive pink rubber cap with its ludicrous glued on flowers. Very retro, apparently. It shrieked the 1960s. No doubt that was when her mother had originally bought the flipping thing; and she refused point blank to spend good money on a new one.


Cautiously entering the pool room, Donna was pleased to see that she was the only one there. Good! Nobody could see her atrocious hat.

Throwing off the hotel cotton robe she had grabbed from the en suite bathroom, and the largest towel she had been able to find, onto a poolside chair, she brought up the hat she had been carrying tightly within her grasp so that no one could see it; and efficiently put it on. So far so good.

The next step was to enter the enticing water. After the initial shock of entering the cool depths by jumping in, she surfaced and took stock of her surroundings as all her worries melted away.

This was heavenly, she declared.

With hardly any effort, she swam about, testing her lost skills, and then relaxed completely into the experience, swimming several lengths of the longest stretch of the pool.

She had just dived down and surfaced below the waterfall when she became aware of someone else. Another person had entered the pool room, and she keenly felt the invasion. Which was a bit daft, when you thought about it, because they were just as entitled to use the place as she had done. They’d paid for it all too.

Trying to be more charitable towards the interloper, she came out from under the waterfall to see who it was. The result shocked her in several ways.

First, it was John standing there by the edge of the pool removing his own cotton hotel robe; to reveal a pair of swimming trunks. The rising sun backlit him beautifully.

Second, it was John in a semi-naked condition. Her boss, John. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to know what he looked like with his kit off; but she had a flipping good idea now, for there he stood in all his glory.

And third, all his glory included him wearing a pair of designer sunglasses – normally her sexual kryptonite where blokes were concerned, because the allure did things to her libido that verged on the criminal – but he also had an extremely well-toned body, with abs and everything rather than the skinny bits of string she had been expecting him to have. Not that she had deeply considered what he looked like under that tailored suit of his, of course. Had never crossed her mind…

Part 8

Date: 2017-03-19 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey there! :)

Which one will she choose. I feel like that's the question that will be asked soon. Personally I think she should choose John. Let's see how they swim together...

Lovely as always.

~Ali ♥

Date: 2017-03-22 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yes, Donna. Keep telling yourself that... :)

So Andy is now pushing them together? I guess he's seen that his brother's feelings are stronger than his own. Hmm... does Donna have a cousin who looks like her? ;)

Sorry I forgot to comment earlier. *hugs*


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