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pTitle: Gallifrey Productions (10/12?)
Author: [personal profile] bas_math_girl
Characters: Donna, Ten (John Smith), TenII (Andy Smith), Jenny Smith, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3012
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 | Part 8 | Part 9 |

Part 10

“Wow! Is this really your house?” Donna gasped in awe when they pulled into the driveway of a good –sized place within the stockbroker belt, somewhere to the south west of London, but deep in the countryside. “It must have cost a fortune! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry or anything but…. I am seriously impressed.”

Talk about a posh house. It was the sort of place that would cost at least a million if not two or more to buy. He must be minted. With its Tudor style walls and things like ivy and wisteria growing up passed the top windows, it was a county residence that was almost too romantic for its own good.

“It’s comfortable,” John bashfully responded, delighted with her reaction.

“And the rest,” Donna murmured as they climbed out of the car. The scent of various flower shrubs immediately captured her senses. “Compared to where I live this is like being on holiday every day of the week.”

It took every ounce of his being not to wrap her up in an elated hug. “Why don’t you come inside and see if it lives up your expectations,” he leaned close to suggest. They all stepped into the bright hallway; just as the phone rang. “Jenny will start showing you around while I get that,” he declared.

A bouncy Jenny immediately led the way up the ornate staircase. “We’ll start with my bedroom, if that’s alright,” she chattered on as they climbed. “I chose everything myself, even the curtains. Dad says I have excellent taste.”

“No doubt you do,” an amused Donna responded.

Jenny’s bedroom wasn’t quite what Donna had expected, which was pink frilly stuff and horsey things. Okay there was still a fair amount of hints of pink and horse in the large open room, but the predominant theme was space and astronomy.

“What do you think of it?” Jenny eagerly asked as Donna stood on the predominant rug and tried to take everything in.

“Blimey! You’re certainly into your space stuff, aren’t you,” she commented. “There’s so much to see in here. Which bit is your favourite bit?”

The girl immediately bound over to a star chart that filled half a wall. “This is my favourite constellation,” she stated, moving things out of the way for Donna to see it better. “Particularly this bit.” She pointed to a small cluster of stars. “It’s called Kasterborous.”

“I don’t know that one,” Donna admitted, peering intently at the image. “I’ll have to ask Gramps if he knows it. He’s bound to know.” When Jenny’s eyes widened in interest, she added, “Gramps is my grandfather. He goes up the hill to look at the stars most nights, and belongs to the local amateur astronomers’ society. You’d get on well with him; like a house on fire. I used to go with him for a while. Okay, more than a while, right up until recently when I had to stop.”

“Why can’t you go anymore?” Jenny wondered.

“It’s this job, you see,” Donna explained with a sigh. “Being away most of the week means that I can’t go with him as often as I’d like. Not that I can stay all night, as a rule. I tend to stay until just after midnight and then leave him to enjoy on his own. It’s easier for him to stay up longer because he’s retired and can please himself.”

“We’ve got a mini observatory here,” Jenny quietly confessed, as though it was a huge secret. “Dad loves to look at the stars as well.”

“Does he? That’s marvellous for you to both do together. Going up the hill with Gramps brought us closer; we talked about everything as we gazed up,” Donna revealed. “Especially when my dad was still alive and I was allowed to sneak up with them. They both loved it. I almost envy you getting all that. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Despite her smiling her most encouraging smile at Jenny, the girl’s face saddened. “I wish my dad was here so that we could go stargazing together, but…”

“I know, love,” Donna sympathised, placing a comforting arm around Jenny’s shoulders. It caught her unawares when the girl suddenly turned and hugged her tight; causing tears to well up in her eyes. Oh my gawd! Is doing this alright? “It seems like all he does is work at the moment,” she whispered, “but I promise that he hates being away from you and does nothing but talk about the plans he has for things you and him are going to do.”

“Then why isn’t he home more?” Jenny sobbed. “If he cared he would be.”

“Come on, you know that he cares,” Donna chided. “If he didn’t he’d have dumped you somewhere and you wouldn’t see him from one end of the year to the next. You should have seen how he rushed to get to your match this afternoon. No ordinary bloke would do that.” She delicately wiped a tear away from Jenny’s cheek. “Your dad is special. Look at how he ditched that Amanda woman when he needn’t’ve.”

To her relief, Jenny nodded. “She hated me,” she breathily revealed. “She wanted Dad all to herself and me out of the way, so I’m glad I was unpleasant with her.”

Oh? “What sort of thing did you do?” Donna couldn’t help asking.

“I er…” Jenny gulped guiltily. “I deliberately made her tea wrong, would try and sit between them, and wrinkled up my nose as though she smelt bad.”

You go, girl! Suppressing a laugh, Donna released her hold and offered a tissue from a box she found on the lush nearby dressing table. “Aw, don’t feel bad. It was all very understandable for a young girl like yourself, and nowhere as mean as you could have been. Certainly not ‘send you away to boarding school’ sort of mean.”

“You heard about that?” Jenny queried in amazement.

Donna nodded. “Your Uncle Andy told me, not your dad. He has too much pride to admit such a thing.”

“I suppose so,” Jenny hesitantly agreed. “So you don’t hate me for what I did?”

“Of course not! Whatever made you think such a thing?” Donna assured her. “Now how about you go wash your face, and then we can make some tea together. From what I hear, I might have to watch you,” she teased, giving Jenny’s shoulder a friendly nudged.

“I would never do that to you,” Jenny vowed. “You’re my friend as well as dad’s.”

“Too right I am,” Donna agreed as she followed the girl out of the bedroom. “Us girls have to stick together, through thick and thin.”

“My friends asked me if you are Dad’s new girlfriend,” Jenny shyly confessed as they descended the stairs. “Are you?”

“No,” Donna hastily denied. “We’re friends, so you don’t have to worry about that. I think it is time for a nice cup of tea.”

The appreciative smile she gained was worth its weight in gold.
After fighting a strong streak of kitchen-envy when they entered the sleek, modern kitchen, Jenny set to making a fresh pot of tea, and gamely supervised. Well, not knowing where anything was tends to be a major handicap when helping out. But she did admire every appliance she encountered; to Jenny’s evident amusement.

“Where are you, Dad?” Jenny called out once they had three steaming cups of tea poured out and ready to be drunk.

“I’m in here, in the sitting room,” he loudly replied.

“I’ll take your dad’s cup if you bring those biscuits you promised me,” Donna proposed.

She then followed her nose to try and find where he was sat, listening to something on the television. It was one of those televisions that got shut away in its own cabinet most of the time when not in use. He was on the end cushion of a settee so she chose the armchair next to him.

Handing John his tea, she asked, “Any more news about the flooding?”

He took the cup and sighed. “Yes. Andy phoned to say that he had difficulties getting home, and the local news channel on the internet wasn’t very optimistic. They’ve just said in a news report that they reckon the roads won’t be clear until about ten o’clock this evening. Sorry.” Please don’t be annoyed with me.

I don’t have to go home yet. Yes, oh yes! “It’s not your fault,” she commented with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Perhaps you can finally show me that film you were going on about.”

“Oh yes!” he gleefully responded. “You’ll be amazed how well our creatures came out in it. Why, there’s this particular scene…”

“Why don’t you show me?” she gently suggested, interrupting his flow of words with a touch of her hand on his arm. “If you’re really good, I’ll let you give me a running commentary.”

He’d planned to do that anyway, but it felt marvellous to get her permission.

“You’re not watching that one again?!” Jenny despaired when she entered clasping her own cup of tea and a plate of biscuits.

From down on the floor by the DVD player, John did his best not to look guilty. “Donna wanted to see it. She’s not seen it before.”

“I’ll leave you to it, and go talk to Beatrice on my computer, if that’s okay?” she sought to confirm from her father.

“Yes, go.” He waved her off. “Take some biscuits and we will see you later.” Turning from Jenny’s answering smirk as she left them, he noticed Donna looking at his TV cabinet with keen interest. “Anything the matter?”

“Did I see a secret stash of drinks in there, right at the back?” When he pulled a few items out of the way for her to see a little better, she commented, “No doubt you expect Jenny not to look there.”

Oops! Caught me out. “No. Yes. Maybe,” he admitted. “They just seem to go well with the films I watch.”

“Keep telling yourself that, mate. What’s that one?” she asked, pointing to a fancy liqueur bottle she didn’t recognise.
“The dark one with the blue label.”

“That one…,” he began to explain, leaning forward to pick it up,”…was given to me at Christmas. Haven’t opened it yet to try. Do you fancy trying it out with me?” He held it up enticingly.

“What about you driving me home?” she queried. “I don’t want to risk you getting done for ‘drink driving’.”

“You’ve still got your suitcase in the car,” he reasoned. “So you could stay the night, if you want. Wouldn’t take me long to set up the spare bed.” Please say ‘yes’. Please. Please. Please.

Are you deliberately trying to tempt me? “Oh, go on then,” she encouraged him. “You’ve talked me into it.” She’d be safe from jumping him, she was sure. Jenny was there to act as chaperone.

But when he shone that heart-warming smile of his at her, she knew she’d do anything to stay in the warmth of his attention, no matter what the consequences.

“Here you go,” he slowly stated as he poured out a small measure of warm coloured alcohol for both of them to sample and handed over a glass.

Hesitantly taking a sip, she found that the golden liquid was a delight on the palate. “Mmm. That is nice.” Hopefully it won’t have me giggling like a girl flirting with her school crush.

He nodded his agreement. “Unusual but I like it. More?” He replenished her glass when she held it out.

“Careful. You’ll have me legless at this rate.” Definitely sounding too relaxed now.

If you only knew…
With a laugh, he replied, “You discovered my secret plan. We’re still celebrating your new job status, remember.” He then sat himself back at the end of the settee closest to her, and gave what he hoped was a non-predatory smile.

Okay, this is it. Taking the bull by the horns, she asked her burning question, giving him a chance to answer honestly. “Why did you decide to offer me different employment as a freelance? I’m not knocking it; I just wondered what made you do it.”

So that I could keep you. Putting his finished glass carefully down onto the coffee table in front of them, he leaned back in his seat to regard her. “Honestly? I thought about it first the day I caught you and Andy kissing.”

“Oh!” Her face instantly went bright red. “Nothing’s happened on that front, in case you were wondering.”

“I know. He told me,” he answered her unspoken question. “Andy understood my reasons for halting things between you, but I know he could last for only so long before he wanted more.”

She frowned heavily. “But he hasn’t made a move on me since, apart from the usual flirting, of course.”

“Of course,” he echoed. He just couldn’t stop the flirting. “Anyway, I knew that changing your terms of employment to freelance would free you from what Andy calls my draconian ways. You can have a romantic relationship with whoever you please in the company, should you want to,” he tacked on.

The booze was obviously affecting her brain because that didn’t sound quite right. “Hang on. Are you basically saying you changed my contract so that I could shag your brother?”

Horror flashed on his countenance. Oh God, no! That wasn’t why. “No, I… I didn’t mean it like that, but yes, I suppose that is true, to some extent,” he spluttered. “Not that I’m saying you should go out and immediately…. him.”

“Would that worry you? That’d be like pimping me out,” she teased, pleased to see him so embarrassed. “Unless you have other more personal motives.” Not likely but a girl can dream.

How did you guess?
“Well,” he drawled, and leaned forward to replenish their glasses. “It means I get to spend more time with you on location. That seems to be going quite well.”

Very well at the moment, you saucy man. “Are you trying to get me drunk, John?”

“I believe I am, Donna,” he admitted. Drunk with love.

“Then you can carry me up to bed when my legs give out.”

It would be my pleasure. “I’m prepared for that.” He mischievously grinned. “Just give me the nod when you are ready.”

“You’re quite cheeky in your own way,” she fondly commented, taking another delicious sip. “I like this side of you.”

And I love this side of you. To her amusement, he patted the cushion next to him in invitation. “Come and sit by me and you can like it up close.”

Here goes. Good luck, love. “I really shouldn’t do this,” she noted as she physically moved closer, as requested. “You might regret it.”

Never ever. “I doubt that,” he responded, reaching out to place his hand around hers holding her glass. He used the action to steady his other hand pouring more of the liqueur into the crystal container. “But you will get rewarded with more of this.”

“Are there any other rewards on offer?” she breathily wondered, gaining his warmest gaze.

“Tell me what your heart desires,” he near whispered, “and it’s yours.”

I want you.

He had placed her glass on the table in front of them, leaving his hand still holding tentatively onto hers. One small tug and he could have her easily within his arms in a tender embrace.

Should she be honest and give in to the yearning coursing through her veins? Having his lips so near was a beautiful torture. I want you but I can’t have you. “A cuddle would be nice,” she heard herself say.

His arm immediately rose in invitation for her to snuggle in. So she did; wrapping her arms around his slender waist and resting her head upon his lovely muscled chest. The memory of seeing him in the swimming pool happily danced into her mind. She felt him press a kiss onto her temple, and she sighed with satisfaction. This was what she really wanted: this type of connection. All that romantic stuff about kisses was all very fine and good but having someone who was willing to cuddle you tight in order to make you feel safe was another matter entirely.

She also wasn’t aware she must have said something, because the next thing she knew, John asked her, “Who didn’t want to make you feel safe and loved?”

“What?” she murmured, and briefly lifted her head away. Laying it back down on to his chest, she confessed, “My ex-fiancé, Lance. He became my ex when I found the scumbag with another woman. All that time he’d been cheating on me. If that wasn’t bad enough, his fancy piece tried to run me down in Sainsbury’s car park, and he just stood there laughing.”

“She tried to kill you?!”

“Yeah! But of course she said she didn’t; that it was an accident. The police tried to do her but they couldn’t prove otherwise, even with the CCTV footage,” she glumly continued. “Glad I ‘accidentally’ damaged her back light now with my shopping trolley.”

“Good for you,” John commented, and gave her a comforting squeeze. “I would never treat you like that.”

“I don’t think you would,” she sleepily agreed, snuggling in even more. “You’re a decent bloke.”

“I forgot to press ‘play’,” he murmured, just as his eyes drooped closed.

When Jenny popped her head around the door minutes later to ask if her PE kit had been put in the washing machine, she found both her dad and Donna cuddled up together sound asleep. The DVD player had stopped playing whatever they’d been watching and the menu kept scrolling round.

Aww. It was all rather cute, in a way. So she did the only thing a naturally inquisitive teenager would do: she took a photo. And then she posted it on Facebook for her friends to comment on her dad and his new best friend.


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