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Donna Noble heaves a deep sigh because once again someone has jumped to the wrong conclusion regarding her and the Doctor. “No,” she corrects them. “We’re not together, not married.”

“Well, except for accidentally on the Noverian Colony in the Damascus Gulf,” the Doctor adds cheerfully, “but that’s not legally binding in this solar system. So not married for local purposes.”

There is brief pause, in which their audience tilts their head in confusion. Then Donna speaks.

“Doctor,” she says slowly, frowning at him. “I thought we had that annulled. I distinctly remember you going back to the courthouse with the marriage certificate.”

The Doctor coughs awkwardly. “Ah. Well. I may have, just possibly, lost the certificate halfway back to the courthouse. There was a slight incident with an angry bird. Bit like a goose, not quite as vicious though.” He grins hopefully at Donna.

Donna gives him a Look. “What,” she says flatly.

“Well, you know,” the Doctor replies, “marriage legality is very serious on that planet. Didn’t I tell you this? I’m sure I told you this.”

Donna’s Look intensifies.

“Oh,” the Doctor says sheepishly. “So, turns out, you’re not actually allowed an annulment on Noverian without the original receipt . .” He trails off, giving Donna a smaller, but still just as hopeful grin.

Donna turns back to their now extremely confused acquaintance with a long-suffering sigh. “Okay," she says through gritted teeth, "so we are married, but not in this solar system. Clear?”

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 A version of Human Nature taking place in the 2000s featuring Donna & Wilf. 

Imagine the tenth doctor as John Noble, a primary school teacher living with his cousin and grandfather because renting is a nightmare in this economy.

 (Sylvia mysteriously won a round the world cruise so she’s not around.)

Imagine John going stargazing with Wilf, laughing when Wilf tells him ‘you’ll be up there one day my boy!’

‘Sure Granddad, on a schoolteachers salary!’

Imagine John and Donna going out for drinks, John getting in a slagging match with someone who mentioned Donna’s failed wedding.

(As far as anyone knows Lance ran off with another woman)

‘Excuse you,’ he yells, ‘my cousin is amazing. You only wish you were as awesome as Donna!’

Donna drags him away before someone can throw a punch.

Imagine John fitting into the Noble family as if he was always there.

Imagine family movie night with John, Wilf and Donna. 

Imagine them cooking dinner together, bustling around the kitchen and singing along to the songs on the radio.

John decides to try baking because a school fundraiser is coming up. The kitchen will never look the same, but the cupcakes were amazing.

Donna’s temping again and she’s had the worst day. Imagine her shuffling in the front door, exhausted, having been delayed by traffic for ages. She’s greeted by John. There’s a cup of hot tea for her in his hands and dinner is going to be ready in fifteen minutes.

Donna hugs him tight. ‘You’re the best John Noble. The very best.’

Imagine the Family of Blood turning up. John’s heartbreak when Donna and Wilf explain things to him. He’s not a real person. He doesn’t exist and Donna, (his cousin, his best friend) wants her real friend back. Wilf, the grandfather he loves, is looking at him with guilt & sadness in his eyes.

“You don’t want me,” he chokes out. “You want him. Why can’t I be enough?”

Donna & Wilf, tearing up, assuring John that they do love him. That whether he’s the Doctor or John Noble he’ll always be family. Always. 

There’s an explosion, the Family are getting closer. They’ll be found any minute. 

‘Alright,’ Donna says firmly, wiping away tears. ‘Where’s that laser gun? Gramps, you and John run for it. I’ll cause a distraction-’

Wilf starts to protest, he’ll cause the distraction, thank you very much. He’s not running out on his grandchildren.

Both Donna and Wilf stop suddenly, cut off by small clicking sound.

John has opened the watch. As a golden glow rises from it, John Noble says his last words: ‘Grandad, Donna, thank you for loving me.’

‘Oh my boy,’ Wilf says, choking up again. ‘That was the easiest thing in the world to do.’

(Later, when the Doctor is talking to the Family of Blood, pulling off a bit of nasal misdirection, so they don’t realise he’s the Doctor until too late, he makes sure to tell them: you could have avoided this. But you chose to threaten my family.)

Years later, one of the Doctor's friends, temporarily lost in the maze of corridors in the Tardis, comes across the Doctor's incredibly seldomly used bedroom.  There eye is caught by a very old photograph propped on a bookshelf. It's of three smiling people eating ice-cream. The writing on the back of the photo says ‘John, Donna & Grandad. Easter holidays 09’

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 More of Wilfred Mott being a very Supportive Dad Figure to the Tenth doctor.

I just love their interactions okay? Like, the Doctor is centuries older than Wilf, but when you go by relative age, Wilf is in a much later stage of his life than the Doctor is in his. I see Wilf as constantly giving off a sense of being absolutely ready to be introduced to people as the Doctor’s proud Dad/Grandad.

Like, I firmly believe that Wilf has a picture of the Doctor & Donna in his wallet and if any of his friends asks who they are, Wilf is just like ‘oh they’re my grandchildren’ and proceeds to launch into a long rambling conversation about how they’re off travelling and seeing amazing stuff, but they’re visiting next week to go with Wilf to that new Astronomy exhibit in the museum.

Ten minutes later he realises he referred to the Doctor as ‘my grandson’ at least twice, has a moment of ‘oh. i said That.’ then does the mental equivalent of a shrug.

Ten & Donna do visit later and Wilf’s friend is ‘delighted to meet you, Doctor, your Grandad is so proud of you and Donna, he talks about his grandchildren all the time!’ 

Donna just gives a little grin and jokes about how her ‘cousin’ has always been the favourite grandson ‘although of course, he is the only grandson, so not much competition. Now if we’re talking grandchildren it's a different story.'

Ten’s brain does a flip and he has to excuse himself so he can have A Moment in private. He ends up sniffling in the bathroom for fifteen minutes.


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 A Rose/Ten fic that doesn’t denigrate Martha and acknowledges how important she was to the Doctor without being too heavy-handed on the 'but he's not In Love with her' bit

A Martha/Ten fic that doesn’t denigrate Rose, acknowledges how important she was to the Doctor and doesn't ignore the fact that he was canonically somewhat in love with Rose and understands that that doesn't mean he can't sincerely be in love with Martha as well.  (I despise Only One REAL True Love as a trope)

A Donna/Ten fic that doesn’t denigrate Rose and Martha etc, etc you get the picture now.

Also:

A Fic where Rose, Martha and Donna go out for drinks (Meta-crisis? What meta-crisis? Shush!)  and spend the entire night absolutely roasting the Doctor before calling him up to take them home because they forgot taxi money.

Just imagine Ten trying to herd three drunk companions into the Tardis while they point at him randomly and just start laughing. 

Martha is vacillating between 'You’re My Besht MAte' drunk and 'You Absholute Fucker 1913 really? Really?' 

Rose has lost a shoe, giggles every time she looks at Ten and is righteously nodding at him in support of Martha, because A Maid? In 1913? 'Martha you ish a shaint. I would’ve deckedsh him on the firsht day.'

Donna gets halfway through a speech on how he’s a shameless skinny flirt, is sick on his shoes, sighs with relief and then goes off to have a shower. 

It's at this point that Rose and Martha start singing pop songs from the early 2000s

Ten regrets all his life choices.


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I love Ten & Donna as completely non-romantic best mates who love each other.

But … I also very low-key like the idea of the Doctor falling in love with Donna. Genuinely finding her physically attractive and beautiful. Getting mildly jealous when other people pay her romantic attention. Being in denial about it. And Donna just. Does. Not. See. Him. That. Way. At. All. And him accepting that.

Just imagine. The Doctor is watching Donna tell someone what’s what and the thought crosses his mind how beautiful she is and then he sees his reflection in a mirror/water/convenient-reflective-surface just smiling dopily and gazing at Donna with puppy-eyes.

Oh he thinks. Oh Fuck Me. I’m In Love.

And then Donna turns to him. “Oi, Spaceman. We’ve gotta go. What have you got that look on your face for? Spotted a fancy bit of tech or something?”

“No,” the Doctor says, swallowing awkwardly. “No. It’s nothing. Come on then, allons-y.”

“What is wrong with you today?”

I’m in love, he thinks as they dash off. Oh no, I’m in love.

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