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): 1712
Notes: I still haven't come up with a better title, so I guess Blue Rain it is!
“And when exactly were you going to call, young lady? There’s hardly any of the evening left!” Sylvia’s holler crashed down the stairs before Donna managed to get the door closed. “Here I’ve been waiting to get going on these invitations. Your grandfather skipped the allotment tonight to help because apparently you’ve more important things to do. At the pub, I presume.”
With a deep sigh, Donna leant back against the door, her arms across her tender abdomen and her injured ankle held lightly up. “Mum! Can you come down? I need -”
“Oh, you need?” Sylvia’s complaint cut her off. “It’s all you need, you need. That posh boyfriend of yours is making you forget you’re a working woman.” The tall, imperious blond woman turned the corner and stomped down the stairs. “Maybe if you’d ever get out of the secreta - Donna! What happened?” Horrified at Donna’s appearance, Sylvia rushed down the stairs to help her obviously ailing daughter.
“I got attacked, Mum,” Donna explained. “Just outside Tomkin’s. But I’m okay. It just hurts a little.”
“Come over here to the sofa. Let me help you.” Letting Donna lean on her, she guided her into the lounge. “Dad!” she called upstairs as Donna hobbled with her. “Dad! Get down here! Donna’s hurt!”
“I’m okay, Mum, really,” Donna insisted, though she was relieved to finally sit down and get off her feet.
“What’s wrong with Donna?” cried the small old man, his kind, worried eyes peering out of a face of silver scruff as he scampered down the stairs as fast as he could.
“I’m fine, Gramps,” Donna hastened to assure him. Her mum could stand to be shocked once in a while, but Donna hated worrying Wilf. “Just a little worse for wear.”
As Sylvia propped Donna’s leg on the coffee table and eased off her shoe, Donna winced at the stress on the ankle. “Oh, we’ll need ice for this.”
“Two packs, please, Mum? One for my cheek, too.” Appalled, Sylvia stared for a moment before she rushed off to the kitchen.
Wilf perched on the armchair next to Donna and looked her over, his fingers twitching in apprehension. “Now, you didn’t wrench your ankle in them heels and fall, now did you?”
“No, Gramps, I got mugged, right here in town.”
“Oh, sweetheart!” He reached over and grasped her hand. “Looks like you got off light, though.”
“I did. I’ve got the Mott luck, you know,” she grinned.
“Here’s two packs, and I put the kettle on,” Sylvia announced. She handed Donna a pack for her cheek, then set to binding the other pack to her ankle with a towel. “So what happened?”
“I told you. Three blokes set on me outside Tomkin’s as I was walking home from the bus. They dragged me into the alley on the side - you know which one - and they were holding me down when this other bloke called them off. I think they would have killed him, but,” and her eyes lit up, “Silver Falcon swooped down out of the sky and took care of them in a flash.”
“Oh, Donna.” Sylvia fixed her with a sceptical stare. “Don’t make things up.”
“No, really, it was Silver Falcon. Silver suit, wings on the head, the whole thing.” She placed her hands on either side of her head to imitate the wings and wiggled her fingers.
“Did he do that thing where he throws ‘em up in the air and flies into ‘em?” Wilf asked, quivering a bit with enthusiasm.
“Oh, Dad, don’t encourage her!” scolded Sylvia, and Wilf shrugged at her apologetically.
“No, he didn’t,” Donna said with a smile. “They were just people, you know. He only does that when he’s fighting another prime. But he was magnificent, Mum! Flew right in and saved the day. Well, the night, anyway.”
“Well, he turned an awful thing into a dream come true for you,” Sylvia replied. “You stay right there whilst I get the tea.” She strode back into the kitchen.
“I never thought I’d ever see him up close, Gramps!” Donna hugged herself. “He stopped to help little old me.”
“And you’re doing fine, you are?” he inquired.
“I am, really.” She tapped her jaw, lightly enough not to cause pain. “I’ll have a shiner for sure right here, and I’ll be limping for a while, but my stomach is fine, really.”
Wilf was appalled. “What happened to your stomach?”
“One of the blokes punched me.”
“Punched you in the stomach?” Sylvia cried as she returned with the tray of tea things. “You need to go to the A&E and have that looked at, right now.”
“Mum,” Donna groaned. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”
Sylvia shook her head as she passed cups of tea to her father and daughter. “You can’t be sure of that.”
“Yes, I can, because…” Donna paused to consider what exactly she was going to say. It sounded daft that someone could diagnose her physical condition just by touching her skin, and she wasn’t sure she could make her mother understand. Sylvia was already wary of the primes and wouldn’t trust the man’s diagnosis or intentions.
“Because what?” Sylvia asked with a sarcastic flip of her head.
“The other man, the first one. He was a doctor. After Silver Falcon flew off, he checked me over and said there wasn’t any major damage.” She hoped she sounded credible.
Sylvia sat next to Donna and sipped her own tea, frowning over the rim of the cup. “How could he tell? He’d need to do tests to see if you ruptured a spleen or something, wouldn’t he, Dad?”
Surprised at the sudden address, Wilf murmured, “Oh, no, no, I dunno,” as he waved her off, but she barely noticed.
“And then what did this miracle doctor do?” Sylvia continued.
“Well, he told me to go to the A&E if I felt I needed to, though he thought they wouldn’t find anything but a bruise on my cheek and a twisted ankle. Then he brought me home,” Donna added, to paint as positive a picture as she could of him to her mother.
“Oh, he gave you a lift, did he?” Sylvia seemed much more impressed by him than by Silver Falcon.
Donna shook her head. “No, he didn’t have a car. He helped me all the way here.”
“I said I thought I heard voices, didn’t I, Dad?” Sylvia nodded triumphantly at Wilf. “But, you didn’t invite him in, after he brought you all this way? Donna!” she scolded.
Donna scrambled for an excuse. “I did! He said he had to go, late for meeting his mates at the pub.”
“Well, then, what’s his name?” Sylvia’s frustration with this story was very apparent. “I want to send him a card to thank him for helping you home.”
Donna resisted the urge to roll her eyes at having to cut more of this story out of whole cloth. “He wouldn’t say. Didn’t want to be recognised, he said.”
Finally giving up, Sylvia clasped her hands in her lap. “Well, at least it’s nice to hear there are some decent people out there.”
“Mum!” Donna berated her. “Silver Falcon’s a decent person, too, you know!”
Sylvia drew herself up. “Is that so, young lady? If he’s so upstanding, why didn’t he bring you home? It would have taken him less than a minute to fly you from Tomkin’s to here. Did he even stop to make sure you were all right?”
“He did, actually.” Donna was quick to defend her hero. “He only left after I told him I was fine. Not his fault, Mum.”
“Hmpf,” Sylvia replied. “Well, I suppose I should make up the couch. No need for you to climb the stairs with that ankle. And you should call in.”
“Oh, no! I can move well enough and I’ll go bonkers cooped up in this house.”
“Oh? And just how will get you there?” Sylvia stared at her disdainfully. “I can’t drive you into the city, and you’re certainly not going to take the Tube like that.”
“I’ll call Lance. He’ll pick me up, I’m sure.” Grabbing her purse, Donna dug around in it for her mobile.
“Don’t wear out your welcome with him,” Sylvia advised with her usual ‘Listen to your mother, she has much more experience than you’ attitude. “Too many favours and he’ll disappear, you know.”
“He won’t,” Donna replied with complete assurance. “Lance is devoted to me.”
Sylvia pursed her lips and snorted. “That’s what you said about Gary Leeds and that boy with the hair before him, and look how long they lasted.”
“All right, all right. I’ll go get you some pillows and blankets.” Standing up, she crossed the room and trotted up the stairs mumbling, “Just one encounter with a star and look at her…”
“Never you mind, sweetheart,” Wilf crooned, leaning over to squeeze Donna’s good leg. “Your mother’s happy you’re safe. And really, she’s glad you have Lance to look after you.”
“I know, Gramps. It’d just be nice if she wouldn’t pick everything I do to death.”
“That’s just your mother,” Wilf chuckled quietly, glancing up the stairs to make sure his daughter wasn’t listening. “I remember when she was a little girl, she found my stash of cigars. I came back to find she’d taken apart each one of them and picked out all the bits she thought was bad and threw it all in the garden. Barely had a tablespoon of tobacco left of them. Put me off the things ever since, too.”
Donna laughed. “There’s no changing her, is there?”
“Not that I’ve ever seen. So go on.” He nudged her on the shoulder. “Dream about your Silver Falcon and hang on to your Lance. Never mind her.”
Wilf leaned in close. “You know, if you two get married, Lance will get it from her ten times worse.”
“Ah!” Donna feigned horror and flopped back on the couch, but she couldn’t stop the giggles from bubbling out. “Oh, oh, my poor Lance!” she cried as Wilf joined her with his low, slow laugh.
“What’s so funny?” asked Sylvia as she came down the stairs laden with sheets and blankets.