Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1597
Author's Summary: Back on the TARDIS, the Doctor needs a rest after the events of "Midnight."
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Donna (or Ten/Donna, if you squint)
Recced because: There are many things I love about Doctor Who, but two things that I love-like-burning are the episode 'Midnight' and the awesomeness that is Ten and Donna together. This fic by hence_the_name does a magnificent job at showcasing these two delights of mine, winding angst with fluff, friendship with deep affection, and curling them together into a snapshot of a tender moment of hurt/comfort between Donna and the Doctor. He is arguably the most vulnerable she's ever seen him, but as was often the case with them, she seems to be just the right salve at the right time for him. This story is a beautiful expression of that healing relationship they shared.
For a little while on Midnight, the Doctor was himself again, arguing with the owners and insisting with his usual ferocity that the Leisure Palaces, Inc. pack up and find another novelty planet for their holiday retreat. He talked over arguments about profits and reservations and finally silenced them with a hard stare and steel in his voice, extracted the promise he wanted and strode from the office with his coat flapping behind him and assurances that he would return to make sure they kept their word.
But once they were out of sight of the executive offices his step slowed, his shoulders dropped and he was fragile again, transparent with exhaustion. They reached the TARDIS and he paused in front of it, looking wearily up at the blue doors. He raised his hand, fingers poised to snap–and then he let it fall. He dug the key out of his pocket and slipped it into the lock.