Fic: How To Get Out Of A Speeding Ticket (Doctor Who)

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Title: How To Get Out Of A Speeding Ticket (The Donna Noble Way)
Characters/Pairings: Donna Noble, an unfortunate officer of the law, Shaun Temple
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Spoilers for S4, swearing
Genre: Humour/Crack
Word-count: 421
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in relation to this.
A/N: Written for fueschgast for International Women's Day 2012. She wanted Donna being awesome without the Doctor
Summary: Donna Noble, quite frankly, does not have time for this

Donna Noble, quite frankly, does not have time for this.

”Look, can’t you just ignore it, just this once, please?” she asks, practically bouncing in her seat, eager to get away from the ridiculous copper in his ridiculous hat and get-up and his ridiculous notion that she was in any way driving too fast.

Donna Noble does not drive too fast. She drives the exact appropriate speed, thank-you very much.

”Sorry miss,” he says, and doesn’t sound like he means it.

”Mrs!”

”Right, yeah,” he says and gives her a one-over and now he’s actually just being nasty and she has a Very Important Appointment thank-you and she does not have time for this.

”Listen up, mister,” she hisses and can already hear her hair crackling as it turns into flames – metaphorical that is, she really hopes her hair isn’t on fire. ”I have had a horrible morning. And before that, I was having a horrible night and a horrible evening. All in all, this entire week has been one hell-hole of horrible, and it’s only Wednesday. Now where I am bloody going right now is the hospital, because my husband has been injured and if I was going too fast it was only a little bit and it was because some idiot little chav couldn’t aim for his life and at least kill the soddin’ drug-dealer he was trying to shoot, both of which are types that you, instead of apprehending innocent drivers on their way to the hospital where their husbands are critically injured, should be out there capturing, making sure that stuff like this never happens!” at her last words she could hear her voice break, blinking rapidly to fight back the tears, the copper staring at her in horror.

”I’m… miss…”

”Mrs!”

”Right, yes, of course, of course! I’m… well, you weren’t going that fast…”

”I’m sorry,” she whimpers, furiously wiping at her cheeks

”Right… I suppose… if you’re going to the hospital and…” he shifts a little on his feet. ”Right, that’s… it’s alright. But just this one time, okay?”

”Okay,” she shoots him a bright smile, already pressing down on the speeder and leaving him in the distance. It’s only a few seconds later that her phone rings.

”Yes?”

”Donna,” Shaun’s voice greets her. ”You’ll be home for dinner, right?”

”Yes,” she says and has to hold back a laugh. ”Yes, sweetheart, I will definitely be home for dinner.”

”Why are you sounding so chipper today?”

”Oh, no reason,” she snickers. ”No reason at all.

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Haha, thank-you! :D