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FIC: Space-Sick (1/1)

Title: Space-Sick
Genre: Doctor Who
Rating: T (see the title to know why)
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: No one ever mentioned this possible side-effect of traveling in the TARDIS.
Disclaimer: The BBC et al owns the characters, the series... I own my imagination.
Dedication: hezikiah. I don't remember which one of us came up with the idea.
Author's Note: Written in less than an hour at a Starbucks, sitting next to hezikiah as she wrote Busted. And barely edited. So all mistakes are my own.


Started February 17, 2014
Finished February 20, 2014

When she had first traveled with the Doctor, Donna had only experienced a rough journey when the Empress dragged them back through time. She’d had to hold on tight to the console with all the strange buttons and levers, but she managed.

This time the TARDIS was lurching violently, bouncing from one time eddy to another. That’s what he called these rough patches, causing what he called turbulence. She wondered whether he was simplifying things for her, but at that moment she couldn’t have cared.

“Stop us somewhere!” she screamed.

The Doctor blinked, startled from his mad flicking of switches. “What?!”

“Stop us somewhere!” she repeated.

“You mean land?”

“Just so I can open those doors a moment!”


“Do it!” she choked.

Eye wide, he quickly switched to pull a lever and pressed several buttons in rapid succession. The bouncing and tilting motions soon drew to an abrupt halt.

“We’re in the middle of space above Clom, Donna.”

She flew to the doors.

He followed, horrified. “Donna!”

She opened the doors and stuck her head over the edge. The sounds of retching exploded from her lips.

He slid to a stop behind her. “Oh.”

If she could’ve, she would’ve verbally slapped him with a retort. But her stomach was busy losing her breakfast of nutrient cubes that had tasted like bacon and eggs.

Sighing, he pulled out his sonic, fiddled with the settings, and then ran it over her from behind.

Donna was just aware enough of her surroundings to pick up on the frequency. She groaned, “Stop bleeping me!”

“It’ll help your inner ear adjust to travelling in the TARDIS,” he softly explained. “Sorry, I forgot that human balance isn’t always quick to adjust to this kind of life.”

Trying to catch her breath, she managed to look at him over her shoulder. “And you didn’t think to warn me?”

“I said I’m sorry. Too much stuff in my head, I forget what I need to remember sometimes. It’s been a little while since I last had anyone in here.”

He had admitted that more time had passed for him since seeing her than had for her. Which meant that it’d been a while since Martha had been around. She took a few deep breaths and sighed. “Yeah, well, it’s been ages since I was sick like this. I don’t get sea-sick, and I’ve been on roller-coasters. I don’t know where this came from.”

“It’s probably because this is more than your inner ears, where your balance receptors are located, aren’t used to this much motion. And there’s the TARDIS and how time moves. What your body is used to isn’t matching anything you’re experiencing, and…” He motioned to outside, where they could both see the liquid and chunks flying in a pattern that would’ve looked at home on a Jackson Pollock painting.

She sighed. “We can talk about this later, once you find something to get the taste out of my mouth. And I lost my vitamins with that, Spaceman.”

“Come, I’ve got what you need in the infirmary.”

“You have an infirmary?”

“I’ve learned the hard way to expect companions to get sick on occasion, or need first aid. Sometimes I was the one who needed it. And I do have the ability to diagnose.”

“You mean you’re an actual doctor of human medicine?”

“Yes.” He got a distant look in his eyes. “Spent some time stuck on Earth, and picked up medical training. Thought I might as well with the title ‘Doctor’, and it worked out well. Even helped with several deliveries.”

Donna rubbed her eyes with one hand, shutting the door with the other. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“I’ll prove it by making your nausea go away.”

She started to roll her eyes but had to close them instead. “Ooh…”

He gently took her arm. “Here, I can lead you.” He waited to see if she would agree.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I hate feeling this way, so let’s see what you’ve got in that infirmary, Martian Boy. Then let’s go on an adventure.”

He grinned as they walked slowly out of the Control Room. Knowing that the Old Girl would make the walking time as short as possible, he thought about where they would go for her first proper adventure. Something historical sounded lovely, somewhere he’d never been or hadn’t been to in a long time.

Ooh! Ancient Rome! Perfect, he thought. The time it took him to treat her would let him decide whether to arrive BCE or CE. He had to make it something special, to make her happy.

The one good thing about her having this sick fit? It might satisfy the trouble quotient for the day.



( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 20th, 2014 08:48 am (UTC)
He motioned to outside, where they could both see the liquid and chunks flying in a pattern that would’ve looked at home on a Jackson Pollock painting.

Is it wrong that I laughed at this? Donna hurled on Klom, and I find that somehow fitting. "Who'd want Klom?" after that, LOL!

Cute fic. Although the sick fit didn't satisfy their trouble quotient, not by a long shot. Next stop: Pompeii on "Volcano Day." :-(
Feb. 20th, 2014 12:13 pm (UTC)
It IS funny, so no, it's not wrong. Just feeling sorry for Donna. And are we supposed to feel sorry for Klom? :P

Nope. Which is why I had to use that line.
Feb. 20th, 2014 09:25 am (UTC)
Oh, poor Donna!
Well, I always wondered how his companion's could handle the shaky fly so well so that was a nice missing scene for the head-canon :D
Feb. 20th, 2014 12:14 pm (UTC)
Yeah. I know some people who are sea-sick or motion-sick, so that's where this came from.

Yeah, makes you wonder, doesn't it? :D
Feb. 20th, 2014 01:01 pm (UTC)
So Donna didn't cook breakfast that morning... good thing, I guess.

Stop the car, open up the window! Poor Donna. Silly Doctor, there are a lot of things he neglects to tell his passengers! He should have a list (based on species, of course) of things to tell passengers when they first come on board. One of them should be the presence of an infirmary when they get sick. Another might be regeneration; I'm sure at least Donna would have taken it a whole lot better if she had known about it. (I won't get into Rose's reaction the second time around; she'd rather he died than changed?)

He's delivered babies? When, and whose? Trust him to start rambling on and on when Donna needs to be tended to.

Right... I'd say the trouble's just beginning!
Feb. 20th, 2014 01:54 pm (UTC)
Yep. :/

Ah, that list. Would make for a good slightly crack fic. :DDDD (And let's not get into companion reactions to regeneration...)

He's the universe's biggest gob. What do you expect? :P
Feb. 20th, 2014 02:00 pm (UTC)
I'd expect nothing less from him...

It would be hilarious, a "Guide to Life in the TARDIS; What you need to know." He could hand them a copy when they join up.
Feb. 20th, 2014 05:51 pm (UTC)
*giggles* Oh, man... imagine what it would look like if it was added to by each companion! :DDDDD
Feb. 20th, 2014 06:26 pm (UTC)
Yup... I think Supertemp would do a really great job with that, what with her 100 WPM skills, and her quick observations! I bet there would be some pretty embarrassing comments by some of his companions... what a hoot!!
Feb. 20th, 2014 03:34 pm (UTC)
As someone who suffers from such nausea, the Jackson Pollock reference was very... graphic. But I still laughed. :) For one moment I thought you were going to have her secretly pregnant (oh, the deep joys of morning sickness on board the TARDIS must be considered eventually by someone; or perhaps not?).

Anyway, the idea of Donna secretly writing her own guide to TARDIS travel suddenly amused me. I can imagine her providing maps, ratings for facilities and everything. And I am very impressed with how much you achieved here with your synchronised write-a-thon. :DDDD
Feb. 20th, 2014 05:50 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Well, glad you laughed. :) Ah, well, there hadn't been enough time for that to happen. Yet. ;D

I wonder if hezikiah and I will wind up writing that one... :D
Feb. 20th, 2014 06:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, my! We're all getting into the spirit of a guidebook! It would certainly provide good information.
Feb. 20th, 2014 10:21 pm (UTC)
I don't remember which of us came up with this idea, either!

I love the idea of a Companion's Handbook!

Who the heck's baby has the Doctor delivered? Inquiring minds want to know!
Feb. 20th, 2014 11:13 pm (UTC)
Artistic license regarding his days as Three, exiled and working for UNIT.

Wanna start notes for the Companions' Handbook? Gotta think back all the way to the beginning. :D
Feb. 20th, 2014 11:33 pm (UTC)
What, starting with Susan? Holy cow!

Apr. 30th, 2014 12:09 pm (UTC)
That's a huge project! Too bad we don't have Donna to organize it.... she'd be perfect... I guess we'd need many people to contribute, one for each companion. I wonder what the Doctor would have come up with on his own, though, if he ever bothered.

As for BMG's comment about Donna's nausea, that would have been really quick action on the Doctor's part (well, I guess Donna would have had something to say about it, too, especially since she said he wasn't mating with her!)... so not yet, anyway. Would be interesting, though.... and ongoing for quite a while. Men weren't designed for that, were they? One day of that and they'd be whining like crazy!
Feb. 22nd, 2014 03:50 pm (UTC)
Tee hee, it's funny that no one has thought to do this before. Love the idea though, and thought you handled it tastefully. Excellent job, dear!
Feb. 23rd, 2014 12:19 am (UTC)
I find it strange that no one thought about it before. I could believe not written. Thank you! :D
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