Bull's Eye
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Donna
Rating: G
Word Count: 733
Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor or Donna, and anything in here that sounds remotely like a fact is complete bs straight out of my head. It might be right, but it probably will be wrong.
Prompt: Weekly Drabble Challenge #7- Picture
Authors' Notes: This is the first story I've ever attempted to steal out of my head and put on paper. The idea was intended for last weeks prompt, bow, but I kind of procrastinated the writing part and added a bit in so it worked with this weeks prompt. Of course doing that I had the brilliant idea of sneaking in all the prompt words, but if I'm not allowed to do that sort of thing this is officially a story for this weeks prompt word, picture.
“You’re still holding it wrong!”
“This is how you just told me to do it”
“No, it’s actually not; you need to raise your hand up a little more”
“Like this?”
“Other hand!”
“It would kill you to be a bit more specific the first time round, wouldn’t it Spaceman.”
“Here, let me show you again.”
The Doctor took the bow and arrow from Donna’s hands and proceeded to expertly load the arrow and pulled back the string with many fanciful hand flourishes Donna was sure were unnecessary.
“Showoff” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“You know you’re jealous” The Doctor replied with a cheeky grin.
Donna smiled sarcastically at him. “You wish, Martian Boy.”
“I know you are Donna, you’re practically turning green with envy at my clearly incredible skills of arrow shooting.” He closed one eye and tilted his head from side to side, carefully aiming the bow at the target.
“Yeah, well you might as well have ‘universe’s biggest ego’ tattooed across your forehead.”
“Hey, just because you’re not impressed doesn’t mean I’m not impressive, check out my fan club over there.” The Doctor nodded his head vaguely to the right of the archery range. Sure enough, a group of young Medievalers had gathered there, alternately batting their eyelashes flirtatiously at The Doctor and sending rather hate-filled glares at Donna. The Doctor let out the tension on the bow string and waved cheerfully at them. They instantly broke out into hysterical giggles, causing Donna to roll her eyes again.
“Hmmm…” The Doctor wondered aloud. “Should I go over there and meet my adoring public? I could sign some arrows for them with their lipstick; I don’t think they’ve exactly invented pens yet.”
“Have they even invented lipstick? Oi, Spaceman, are you gonna teach me to use this thing or should I just go back to the TARDIS and leave you with your ‘adoring public’”.
“Oh! Right, sorry, here we go!” said The Doctor, snapping back to reality and focusing his attention back on Donna, who was watching him impatiently.
“Now, pay attention. You hold it just like this, left hand here, right hand there. Then you lift the bow up, pull back on the string as far as you can, and… release!” The Doctor’s arrow sailed through the air and landed with a thud about halfway between the bull’s-eye and the edge of the target. The group of fan girls squealed and clapped, and The Doctor bowed proudly.
“Oh, give me that.” Donna said, exasperated by The Doctor’s antics. She took the bow from him and grabbed an arrow from the quiver lying beside them. With the Doctor watching her closely, she loaded the arrow in the way he had shown her, pulled back on the string and fired.
“Oops” she said. They both watched as the arrow flew in a crazy, crooked path off to the right, causing the girls grouped there to scream and run away for protection. The Doctor turned to Donna, eyebrows raised.
“I didn’t do that on purpose!” she exclaimed indignantly.
“Riiight… have you ever tried to shoot an arrow before?”
“Yeah, because modern day
“Well that’s obviously helping you loads” he replied, teasing her.
“You know what? I’m gonna try it again.” She reached down to grab another arrow.
“Here, let me help you.” The Doctor stepped behind her and took both of her hands in his as she loaded the arrow again. He gently guided her arms upward, aiming toward the target.
“See? The trick here is to be calm. You have to keep is steady.” He whispered, his lips millimeters away from her ear.
“Umm, ok. Steady. Right.” She said, taking a deep breath.
“Alright, ready?” He asked.
“Ready”
“Ok then. One… two… three!” They shot the arrow together, and watched as it sailed of in a smooth curve and landed in the dead center of the target. They both stared at it in astonishment for a moment.
“Wow. Nice shot Donna”
“No, I’m pretty sure that was all you.”
“You know what? It was both of us. We make a perfect team, you and I.” The Doctor grinned and put his arm round her shoulders, leading her away from the range.
“Now come on, let’s go find some Middle Ages style lunch.”








