He woke disoriented. He sat up and saw he was in his own bed in the TARDIS. In his own pyjamas, even.
But ... he had been in the control room....
"Ah, you're awake."
He looked up, his eyes huge to see Donna standing in his doorway. She'd changed her clothes, and now wore jeans and a long-sleeved blue t-shirt with a deep blue V of fabric.
He flashed back to memories of a bedimpled blond man with a bass guitar he used to know, and swallowed heavily. "what are you doing?"
"Get dressed, Spaceman," she said. "We've a long day ahead." And she left the room.
He got dressed -- foregoing the tie and leaving his shirt open to show the grey t-shirt -- and entered the control room. "where are we?"
"You'll see." She opened the door out onto --
"Oh, Rassilon," he breathed, stepping out. "Carnaby Street?"
"Yup, 1967. You needed somewhere to heal and I needed a little bit of fun. This way we both get what we need." She ran a hand over his shoulders and pulled off his coat, throwing it back into the TARDIS. "Come on, Mister Mod -- let's go mingle."
He smiled down at her and hugged her tightly.
"Oh, one more thing," she said as it ended.
"What's that?"
She pointed at a soda shoppe at the end of the street. "My dad said that shoppe made the best banana splits...."
It was completely worth it to watch the huge grin spread across his freckled face.
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Date: 2010-01-02 03:52 pm (UTC)But ... he had been in the control room....
"Ah, you're awake."
He looked up, his eyes huge to see Donna standing in his doorway. She'd changed her clothes, and now wore jeans and a long-sleeved blue t-shirt with a deep blue V of fabric.
He flashed back to memories of a bedimpled blond man with a bass guitar he used to know, and swallowed heavily. "what are you doing?"
"Get dressed, Spaceman," she said. "We've a long day ahead." And she left the room.
He got dressed -- foregoing the tie and leaving his shirt open to show the grey t-shirt -- and entered the control room. "where are we?"
"You'll see." She opened the door out onto --
"Oh, Rassilon," he breathed, stepping out. "Carnaby Street?"
"Yup, 1967. You needed somewhere to heal and I needed a little bit of fun. This way we both get what we need." She ran a hand over his shoulders and pulled off his coat, throwing it back into the TARDIS. "Come on, Mister Mod -- let's go mingle."
He smiled down at her and hugged her tightly.
"Oh, one more thing," she said as it ended.
"What's that?"
She pointed at a soda shoppe at the end of the street. "My dad said that shoppe made the best banana splits...."
It was completely worth it to watch the huge grin spread across his freckled face.