#allonsyspaceman

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It had started as a calm enough night. A very surprisingly domestic and calm night, but given that she had twisted her ankle on their last adventure, he had agreed to her terms. A relaxing night in, preferably with some human company that would be kind to her fragile state. It was with a mumbled, “Drama queen,” that he had set the coordinates for Martha’s home.

At some point, without the Doctor’s knowledge, the two had become good friends. This became glaringly obvious to him once he opened the TARDIS door and Martha was there in a heartbeat to help Donna to the couch. He had sputtered out that it really wasn’t that serious, only to be hushed by an angry Martha and given the smuggest smile by Donna.

Kind to her fragile state. He scoffed at that, grumbling to himself as he sat on the couch.

The night had gone amazing, if you asked Donna. If you asked the Doctor, his fidgety fingers and sporadic huffs would say otherwise. Martha was simply ignoring the Doctor’s temper tantrum, stating that he had to be patient with Donna. “After all, the older humans get, the longer it takes to heal.”

(That had gotten a swift pillow to the head for the poor girl, and loud laughter from the Doctor. He’d long learned to not touch age with Donna.)

Now they found themselves tensely gripping Wii remotes, equal looks of concentration on their faces. Martha was on the edge of her seat, recliner chair constantly rocking as she absently mimicked her characters movements. The Doctor was sitting straight, seemingly relaxed save for the narrowing of his eyes to try to focus on the game. Donna meanwhile, had her legs on his lap with her back supported by pillows, her mouth a firm line when it wasn’t muttering threats towards her companions.

A small cry of defeat came from Martha, her character having been kicked off the fighting stage and effectively taking her out of the game. It came down to the Doctor and Donna, down to their last lives and ridiculously high in damage percentage.

“If you die,” the Doctor swallowed a squeak, surprised that Donna had been able to sit up enough to mutter the threat in his ear, “I’m gonna kill you.”

“But that’s pointless! We’re on the same team!”

“Shut up and keep your eyes on the game! Link is about to beat your stupid Kirby!”

“I could swallow him and effectively stop from getting damage for 15 seconds; Kirby is a wonderful fighting choice.” He sniffed, shoulders hunching as returned his full attention to the game. “You don’t even know how to control Zelda.”

“I know perfectly well!” Her voice is a shriek, her thumbs smashing the buttons with increasingly more force. “You are this close to getting kicked, Spaceman!”

“No I’m not! See, I just beat him, and now I’ll go help you.”

“Swear to God, you get in my way and I’ll slap the gel off your hair.”

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This is my yet to complete list (sorry I haven't got to you yet.)

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If you want a thread and we don't have one please please let me know! We can work it out. 

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Jenny yawned and stretched slowly but surely getting out of bed. Half of the things that had happened the night before were still a blur but she was indeed curious to see who had stayed the night.

Loki paced the crude cell he was placed into on the Helicarrier, if he really wanted to he could break out easy. There was no barrier for his magic and he could easily corrupt the system to wreak his own havok on this ship but he must stick to plan. The god doesn't even know why any more but he must stick to the plan.

Stopping suddenly a small smirk played on his lips. "You know there are not many who can sneak up on me.. I give you congratulations.." 

~~~

It was a mid summer day, the sun at it's peak and the water of the seas lapping gently up on the shores. But not all was at peace, running through the city and out into the meadows was the youngest prince of Asgard. Emerald eyes filled with tears as he choked back every sob, dashing between people with haste. Soon the noise was behind him and he found his favorite tree and began to climb, settling into the shortest branch the princeling buried his head in his knees and prayed everyone would just leave him alone.

Above his tears he heard a loud whirring noise, hard and rough and a blue box suddenly materialized out of thin air. The young boy slipped out of the tree, unaware of the tears still resting on his porcelain cheeks as a man stumbled out of the box and he jumped back.

He introduced himself as the Doctor and he made Loki smile.

~~~

Loki turned slowly, ready to taunt the new comer; cold, dead, blue irises locked onto the hunt. "Never thought I would see you again... Doctor.."

"Street rat! Get her!" Aladdia hear the guards shout behind her as she ran full speed to get away from them. "Geez, all this for a loaf of bread?" She huffed as she dashed past merchants and townspeople. Suddenly she noticed the crowd being pushed aside by another horde of guards, "Oh c'mon..." She sighed and made a quick turn into an alleyway.

She then heard a loud ringing sound and watched in awe as a random blue box appeared in front of her. She blinked at it in complete shock, only to be brought back to reality when she heard the guards shouting again. "Shit..." She dashed for the blue structure and entered it's door.