The Tenth Doctor's To-do List

the tenth doctor's to-do list

give her a ring

give her a key

give her that look

make it snow for her

take care of her

check her if she is okay

hold her hand 

touch her

hug her

protect her

hold her

 kiss  nah she would kill me 

be gentle to her

do gossip with her 

make her laugh

deny everything!!!

and lost her

Testing something

WIP

This is why this blog exists. For them.

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.

If you watch the end of The Poison Sky, Martha says “besides someone needs me” the look Donna gives the Doctor is the sweetest thing. It’s like she’s saying I’ve got someone who needs me too. And it made me cry 😭

Doctor Who moodboard: Jenny & Donna Noble, mother figure (requested by: anon)

You ask and you shall receive, how about “we are friends and my child’s first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared” with whichever ship you choose

we’re just ignoring how long this took.

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“Jenny, come on!” John cooed, laying on the floor on his stomach in front of his infant daughter. “Say it. Say ‘dada’. Although ‘da’ would be more likely for this stage in your development. But repeating sounds shouldn’t be too hard for you, should it? I’ll have to look into that.”

Jenny stared blankly at him and continued to suck on the ear of her stuffed bunny.

“Da-da,” he repeated, sounding out the syllables slowly. “Dada.” Jenny gurgled in response. John smiled. It might not have been what he wanted to hear, but as far as he was concerned, anything his daughter did was amazing.

He did wish she would start speaking, though. She was almost a year old now and according to all the parenting books he had read and all the parenting websites he had scoured, along with all of the linguistic textbooks he had picked up here and there along the way, she should have been starting to make sounds and start saying simple words by now. Words like “mama” and, more importantly, “dada.” Logically, her saying “mama” before anything like “dada” would make sense, with “ma” being an easier sound for babies to make.

Emotionally, as a single father, it would destroy him to hear her say “mama” before she said “dada.”

“Jenny, you’re smart,” he said, giving her nose a little tweak. She squealed and gave a big, gummy smile. He laughed. “Come on! You’re my little genius, you can say a few simple sounds. Don’t you want to impress Donna when she comes over today?”

Jenny cooed and giggled. John grinned. Trust the mention of Donna Noble to make both members of the Smith family smile.

“Let’s try it again. ‘Dada.’“

Jenny made a sound. It was brief, but it was unmistakably a “d” sound. John’s eyes widened. He got off his stomach and sat cross-legged, picking Jenny up and placing her onto his lap, beaming brilliantly. “Yes, Jenny! Keep going!”

There was the sound of a key jiggling in the front door’s lock, and he looked up in time to see the door swing open to reveal Donna, already shucking off her coat. “I’m here!”

“Donna, shush!” he ordered, even as he turned Jenny around so she could see Donna come in. “Jenny’s trying to speak!”

“Don’t tell me to shush!” Donna shot back, even as she bounded from the front hallway into the living room. “How’s she gonna take that, learning how to speak when her dad’s telling other women to shut their mouths?”

“Well, she’s certainly not going to learn by being interrupted!” he huffed, although he was unable to stop from smiling as Donna sat cross-legged opposite of him and smiled at Jenny. “Let her get a little older before you start speaking over her like you do me.”

“I’d never speak over your girl,” Donna said. “As if I’d let her grow up letting people walk over her!”

While John’s hear melted a little, as it always did at the idea of Donna being a permanent figure in both his and his daughter’s life, Donna turned her attention to the wriggling baby in his lap. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

Jenny squealed and reached for Donna, her little fists curling and uncurling. “DOMMA!”

Both adults froze.

“Did she just-”

“That wasn’t-”

Jenny interrupted with another loud shriek of “Domma!”

She was still reaching for Donna. Even with the wrong consonant sound, it was crystal clear what she was trying to say. What she was saying.

Donna made a little squeaky “oh” sound while John’s eyes grew wide.

“Dommaaaaaa,” Jenny called gleefully, pleased with her new sound. “Domma, Dommaaaaaaaa!”

“God, she’s just like you already,” Donna said, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Listen to her!”

“I am,” John said in a completely non-huffy voice.

“Dommaaaaaa,” Jenny whined, starting to sound upset that she hadn’t been passed off to who was clearly her favourite person.

“Oh, give her here, spaceman,” Donna said, reaching over and taking Jenny from him. She settled Jenny carefully on her own lap, taking the stuffed bunny and gently shaking it in her face. Jenny giggled in delight. 

John smiled, unable to stop himself. Still, he made a token protest by saying, “You’re a daughter-stealer, Donna Noble. How could you?”

“Oi, what did I do?” Donna huffed, giving him the stink-eye. “This is all your fault, you know.”

“How is it my fault?” he cried. “Do you think I’ve been trying to get her to say ‘dada’ for weeks now as a joke?”

“You’re the one who’s practically made my name the third word of every sentence whenever I come over! Whining my name like that - ‘Donnaaaaaaaa’ - when you don’t know where I’ve gone or when you want something.”

John had to admit she wasn't entirely wrong. While "every third word" was an exaggeration, he did have a habit of calling her name like that - the way she was teasing him for - often enough. No wonder Jenny had picked up on it. 

Still!

"Still!" He cried. "My own daughter, saying someone else's name before mine! My best friend's name before mine! It's-"

With all the words in the English language on his side - and several words in many other languages as well - he still struggled to find the right word for what he was feeling.

Because, he realized the longer he took, what he was feeling wasn't anything bad. There was certainly jealousy, he couldn't deny that. But he would have been devastated if Jenny had said "mama". Her saying "Donna" didn't feel anything like that. It felt... well, it felt right.

After all, Donna had been by his side for years now, his steady companion, his best friend. She had always been a presence in Jenny's life, more than anyone else he knew. She probably spent more time with them than she did with her own family.

Jenny's first word being Donna's name felt all too right.

"Well, if she can say Donna she can certainly say 'dada'," he said finally when he realized he had been thinking for too long and Donna was staring at him with an unimpressed look that only slightly hid her worry.

"She definitely can," Donna agreed, looking down at Jenny with a smile. She looked so brilliant and proud and happy that John felt as though his heart might burst out of his chest at the sight of his two girls together.

"Besides, your name, or how she says your name, is really a combination of the two sounds babies start making first - the 'ma' and 'da' sounds. Her saying your name is a step past saying anything like 'mama' or 'dada'."

"She's a little genius, just like her dad," Donna cooed, pressing a little kiss to Jenny's head. She shot him a look. "Don't let that go to your head."

"My own daughter saying someone else's name before mine has destroyed my ego, I don't think I can let anything go to my head anymore."

"Good for you, Jenny! Destroying your dad's ego in one move, just like your Aunt Donna."

Yes, John thought fondly. Just like Donna.