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"Blue Rain", chapter 1

Title: Blue Rain, chapter 1
Fandom(s): Doctor Who (modern)
Characters: AU - Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, Sylvia Noble, Wilfred Mott, Lance Bennett, Nerys
Pairing(s): Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble
Rating: R (well, probably more PG-13)
Genre: Sci-fi, adventure

Summary: Original AU. A normal human in a world in which a handful of individuals have suddenly developed superpowers, Donna lives her mundane life whilst always keeping one eye to the skies to catch a glimpse of the city's new heroes.

Word count (chapter): 1741

Notes: I'm posting this now, and only to LJ, while I'm still editing the final chapters, to get a feel for how it has turned out. I'm not quite sold on the title yet, so that might change. I will also create the master post later, so right now, there will only be navigation links at the bottom.



Author's Note/Dedication: They say that writers write the kinds of things they want to read. That holds for me: I write Doctor Who adventures and missing scenes, because that's the kind of stories I'm interested in. I hold to that pretty well. Among everything I've written, I've done one relationship fic, a missing scene, and the pair I chose to wrote about died about an hour later in the episode. Very romantic.

I might prefer reading adventures, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy other genres, and my guilty pleasure is Doctor/Donna stories and all their permutations. Of all the D/D writers out there, bas_math_girl is the queen, in terms of both prolificity and quality. BMG has written hundreds of stories across the entire Tatennant fandom, mostly about Donna with the Tenth Doctor and with the Metacrisis Doctor, but also about various Tate characters (with whom I'm not really familiar) and Tennant characters (especially Peter Vincent and DI Alec Hardy). Most are ships, and they are canon adventure stories, alternate timelines, fix-its for "Journey's End", alternate universe tales involving characters based on the canon characters - anything you might imagine, and a lot of things you haven't. Most of all, they are good reading and lots of fun.

Because she's provided me so much entertainment and enjoyment, I wondered if I might do the same for her. If she enjoys writing Tatennant stories, she might enjoy reading one. Of course, I don't write ships, but I'm always told that I need to challenge myself as a writer and try out things I'm not comfortable with. So, I came up with an idea - my first Doctor/Donna relationship fic, involving a Doctor-like character and a Donna-like character in an alternate universe of my own creation - and started writing.

It didn't work.

Well, to be honest, yes, there's a Doctor/Donna ship in this story, but no one in their right mind would call this a ship fic. However, I tried, and I enjoyed every moment of writing this. It will have to do.

This story, Blue Rain, is dedicated to Basmathgirl. Thank you for all of your wonderful stories, and I hope you continue to expand on and re-imagine these wonderful characters for many years to come!




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Life didn’t get better than this: enjoying an early spring evening with good food, better lagers, and great friends. Of course, Donna mused, to wrangle this, they’d had to stuff six people around the last four-person table available in the outdoor seating at Marie’s, but that just meant things were cozy and warm against the chill air. The banter and laughter as they watched the cars and pedestrians pass by outside the long planters topped with fragrant, trimmed bushes were worth the jostled elbows and inadvertent games of footsie.

“Tonya’s always like that, isn’t she?” Veena, the secretary that Donna shared an office with, wheezed as she continued her little tale. She was a dark-haired woman with a sharp, shrewish expression that didn’t quite match her cheery, flowery dress. “I told her, I did. I told her she oughta dump him right in the bin, I said, but no, she doesn’t listen, and see how it turned out? She finds him doing Terri from accounting right there on his desk.” Whilst she cackled at her own story, the others around the table shifted in their seats, uncomfortable and a bit mortified.

“I’m sure Tonya’s quite happy to have such a good, reliable friend in you.” Donna’s sarcastic drawl drew a snort from Tom.

“Well.” Pursing her lips, Veena busied herself with straightening her plate and silverware. “She hasn’t been returning my calls, but I’m sure she’s just in a funk. I’m sure I’ll see her on the weekend, and I’ll let you know all the details on Monday.” Whilst Donna rolled her eyes at that, Nerys didn’t bother to hide her contempt. Donna’s good friend and manager at Fischer Engineering, a firm specialising in building equipment for commercial and academic clients, she was cynically clever and hiding her contempt was not one of her strong points. Smoothing back an imaginary loose hair from her immaculate blonde bun, she crossed her arms and turned pointedly to gaze up and away.

“Oi! Look!” she exclaimed, pointing up at the sky. The group, as well a number of diners around them, turned to follow her finger. Above the city rooftops, a distinctly human figure soared across the sky, a dark silhouette against the wash of oranges of the English twilight.

“Is that Silver Falcon?” Paul gasped. He was on the Fischer legal team, and though Donna had no concept of how fine a solicitor he was, he otherwise certainly wasn’t particularly observant, as his question just now demonstrated.

“No, you wally,” Donna chided him, her brow furrowed with disbelief. “That’s a woman. Kathica, I’d say, because Crimson Angel doesn’t crook her knee up like that when she flies.”

“Leave it to Donna to know exactly how each superhero holds herself in the air,” Anna teased, then knocked her companionably in the arm with her elbow. One of the engineers in Nerys’ group, she was more comfortable with the techies than with Donna and Veena but shared Donna’s love of Thai food and the two knew all the best restaurants near the company building. Donna always felt a little intimidated walking with the tall curvy brunette, with her business suit and piercing intelligent eyes.

“What?” Donna couldn’t believe it wasn’t obvious. “Their pictures are all over the news every night. You never noticed that?’

“I have to say that I’m not looking at Kathica Myles to see how she holds her leg up,” Tom mumbled as he took a pull from his beer, and Paul nodded in agreement. In comparison with Anna, Tom, another engineer, was small and weaselly, an appearance that was heightened by his wrinkled shirt and trousers, which always seemed a size too large.

“That’s one who could cut her leotard a little lower at the hips and higher at the chest,” Nerys sneered.

“That one could do anything she wants and no one would dare to contradict her,” Veena pouted. “How can one person get so lucky? I mean, Fulham heiress and all, and then a tennis star, and then, of all the people who could have been affected by the Blue Rain, it’s her.”

“And she’s hot in that costume,” added Tom.

Anna nodded. “Yeah. She’s gorgeous.”

“It all makes up for her deficiencies,” Donna replied, tapping her head. “They say her brain’s emptier than the kegs at the Tap and Growler at Friday night close and all she cares about is seeing her mug on the news every night. That’s what she’s doing that for.”

“Well, whatever her reason is, I feel safer with her in the sky,” Anna replied.

“And Silver Falcon!” Donna exclaimed. “Look, there he goes, too! That’s him, I’m sure of it!” Again, the table and its neighbors turned to watch the distinctly male silhouette fly above them. Donna grinned, her blue eyes sparkling, and swept her coppery hair back with her hand even though it hadn’t been in her eyes obscuring the sight of the superhero. Well-settled in her late-thirties, maybe she was too old to worship them, but they just fascinated her, how these gifted people fought to protect the world every day. It did help, of course, that they were, like most celebrities, gorgeous and larger-than-life.

“Why?” Veena snorted after the figure had gone. “Why should they make you feel safer? It’s not like either of them’d ever stoop so low to help you if someone grabbed your purse from the planter there.” Anna turned to notice she’d left her purse within easy reach of anyone passing by on the pavement and snatched it back, dropping it under the table at her feet. “Them heroes, they’re after the ones on their level, and maybe a bank robber or two.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Anna stated, crossing her arms and glaring at Veena. “There’s enough evil in the world. I’m glad some of them are fighting for good.”

“I doubt Kathica had good or bad in mind at all during the Blue Rain. I’m sure she ran outside every time the meteors began to fall, hoping to pick up powers,” Nerys laughed. “Or better yet, she had her private jet on standby so she could really be up there. Anything to keep her name in the news.”

“Who didn’t?” asked Paul. “Not that we had much chance here in the city, but I’ll admit I went out a few times.”

“And what did you get, Paul?” teased Donna.

“An increased capacity for beer.” To prove it, he downed his half-full pint in one gulp, to the laughter of the table.

“Well,” Donna continued after taking another drink, “from what I can tell, getting powers from that stuff was pure chance. You watch the interviews; they all say they just woke up one day able to do things. And then there was that cottage outside of Cromer, got hit by one of the things directly, but none of the eight people in it got anything.”

“Of course Donna knows all about the primes,” Nerys snorted, rolling her eyes.

“It’s all over the rags,” Donna shrugged. “Maybe if you knew how to read, you’d know all this, too.” She flashed a cheery smile at Nerys’ sneer. “But that’s all people want to know. The primes are the celebrities now. No one cares about actors and singers anymore. Did you see? That blonde on that reality show, Irina Carter, she got pissed at a club last Friday and got into a fight with a fan, and they said it was because no one was paying attention to her anymore.”

“All publicity is good publicity?” Tom asked.

“Right-o!” Donna grinned.

“And still, Donna knows all,” teased Veena.

“She does?” came a voice approaching the table. A black man with bright eyes and a brighter smile, clad in an expensive, crisp business suit came up behind Donna, clapping her on the shoulders with both hands. “Must be about primes then. Kathica, I’d wager, unless she’s finally figured out where Silver Falcon goes home at night.”

“Lance!” Donna breathed. “Finally!”

“I got hung up at the office. Is there room for me?”

“Of course!” Donna scooted her chair against Anna. “Budge up, won’t you?” The friends squeezed themselves together enough to allow Lance to pull up a chair. Sitting down and pulling it in, he leaned over to steal a kiss from Donna before turning back to the table, and she nestled against his shoulder for a moment.

“What kind of work keeps you this late?” asked Paul. “Always wondered what kind of overtime there is for human resources.”

“Getting a budget report sent up before the big planning meeting tomorrow.” He shot a sceptical look at Nerys before continuing. “You know, benefits expenses and all that.”

“Oh, that’s never good,” Veena whinged, “when planning involves looking at the benefits. And you know, they always cut the staff benefits, never the engineers.” She didn’t notice the two engineers at the table rolling their eyes at her.

“Well, they’ve assured me that they’re not cutting anyone’s benefits this time,” Lance nodded at the entire table. “They just need the numbers for reference.”

“Right. I’m sure you believe that,” Nerys cooed through cynically pursed lips. ”Well, let me second that anyway. The meeting tomorrow is for considering increasing headcount, possibly as much as one new engineer per group and four new mechanics in the main pool. You know I’ve been asking for another person for our group for a year now.”

“As long as that’s all you all will be looking at,” Veena grumped.

“Yes, that’s all,” she confirmed.

“She’s telling the truth,” Donna added, “because she knows that if they cut my pay or benefits, I’ll just have to take my revenge. It’s useful working for your best friend.” As Nerys glared at her, Donna leaned over and kissed Lance on the cheek. “Sorry, love, but I’ve got to go.”

“But I just got here! Stay a bit,” he pleaded, hugging her to his side with one arm.

“Can’t. Told you, I promised my mum I’d help her tonight with the arrangements for her party and I’m already late. And then work tomorrow, of course.” Grabbing her purse, she pushed out her chair and stood up. “You coming, Nerys?”

The blonde downed the last of her drink and rose with Donna. “Yeah. Long day for me tomorrow, too.” Bidding farewell to their friends, the two women threaded their way out of the pub and headed for the Tube station.

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Comments

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bas_math_girl
Sep. 2nd, 2016 07:45 am (UTC)
Oh my! *flails* I am so touched by your generosity (and flattery that I definitely don't deserve). Thank you! *hugs you tight*

This is a very intriguing start and I cannot wait to see where this story will go. It was so easy to imagine them gossiping away about friends and famous superheroes. :)
dm12
Sep. 2nd, 2016 02:27 pm (UTC)
And look, dedicated to you, and your birthday just a couple of days away (literally)!

I agree... I can't wait to see where this goes!

Edited at 2016-09-02 02:28 pm (UTC)
shivver13
Sep. 2nd, 2016 04:36 pm (UTC)
I had no idea it was BMG's birthday! That is so cool. :)

I really hope this story is good and fun. It doesn't really start until the second chapter - the first was just the setup of the world and the characters.
dm12
Sep. 2nd, 2016 04:44 pm (UTC)
I've always liked the way you set up whatever world and characters are the basis for your story. The details are what makes it real and alive, and you have done that so well.
shivver13
Sep. 3rd, 2016 11:37 pm (UTC)
Why, thank you! I enjoy world-building, though it's really difficult to do.
bas_math_girl
Sep. 2nd, 2016 08:21 pm (UTC)
*hugs my dedication to my chest* Things are on the up for me. I am extremely lucky. YAY!!
shivver13
Sep. 2nd, 2016 04:34 pm (UTC)
You are so very welcome! You really have provided me with hours and hours of delighted reading and I wanted to return some of that love. This story has been so much fun to write - and difficult, as it really is far out of my style - and it's been my obsession for the past couple of months (except for the week I had to spend writing the Lance story for the ficathon, and that week was stressful as I was trying to write a canon Lance story while this story was flooding my brain - the Lance in this story is rather different than the real one).

I had no idea your birthday was now (well, soon)! What an amazing coincidence! I suppose that this can be considered a birthday present, then. I shall post the second chapter on your birthday (which will be the evening before for people on this side of the pond).

I had another weird coincidence like this, two years ago. When I posted the first chapter of the The Actor on ffnet (months after I originally posted it on AO3), I found out later that day that it was DT's birthday. I had no idea!
bas_math_girl
Sep. 2nd, 2016 08:29 pm (UTC)
That is so nice of you to do this for me; and knowing that you had loads of fun writing it increases my pleasure. *blush* I was going to say that Lance in this story is a far nicer bloke than he was in your other one.

You didn't know? Ooh, now that is gloriously spooky, and the usual level of coincidence that I encounter on a daily basis [normally I just laugh and then say: "Feel the Force, Luke"].

It's like... destiny! Some things are meant to be.
shivver13
Sep. 3rd, 2016 11:38 pm (UTC)
You are very welcome! I've been wanting to try to write a BMG fic (that's what I call them when I talk about them with my husband) for a while now, but it's taken a long time to come up with the idea.
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