kore_logs | IDK my BFF Donna?

Who: Castiel, Donna, the Doctor, Mina
Where: Donna's house
When: night of day 53
What: The Doctor asks for his friends to bring back his best mate.

The Doctor was anxious, wondering if what he's asking would singly be the worst decision he's ever made. Really, this was utterly ridiculous as he had no access to the TARDIS or anything familiar to him if something were to go wrong. If all else failed, at least he would've had the chameleon arch to rewrite her memories.... Or he'd just have to go hiding them again himself, which he really wasn't sure if he could do that again.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize he was causing his knuckles to show white as he squeezed his thermos to death as he sat on the front steps to Donna's house. It was filled with tea, of course, as if that would make matters any more pleasant.

Let's have some friends over, yeah? You, me, Castiel, Dr. Barrett... Donna had seemed fine with the idea at the time he mentioned it in passing to her one afternoon. He just hoped this worked or else he would feel even worse than he had just a couple nights ago after an unfortunate meeting with the Hulk.

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She was quick to welcome the trio in and fuss around them before going to see what Mr. Time Lord was up to in her kitchen. "Oi! Doctor! What have I told you about sugar? Ther's a food shortage in case you didn't realise!" Donna huffed, hands firmly on her hips. Oh yes, the old Donna was back and already scolding the Doctor. Just like old times.

She shot Castiel a smile. "Yeah, he moved in the other day. A right dapper gentleman named Crowley."

Everything seemed to be in order. Mina was ready to depart. But something caught her attention. The name. Crowley. She felt like there was something familiar about it, but she couldn't quite place it.

"We seem to have no shortage of dapper gentlemen here," she commented, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

The Doctor smiled mostly to himself. Hearing his name coming from Donna was the best present ever to come, and he glances back. "Yes mum!" He grinned like a loon.

Perhaps even moreso, reguarding Mina's comment, which probably wasn't particularly directed at him, but he was taking it as such.

Castiel frowned pointedly, but didn't say anything. This wasn't the time, but he would have to take care if Crowley was snooping around Donna. She'd been through so much already that he wouldn't cause her more stress, but Crowley would easily use someone to get to himself or Dean or Meg. It was a dangerous line to walk.

"He seems nice enough. Bit posh though. And I have to remember not to leave my knickers drying all over the house any more." Sorry boys, just what you need to hear about - Donna's undies.

"Shame I didn't get some eye candy move in with me though. Then again, I suppose I don't need to worry about putting my make-up on before I leave the bedroom if I'm not trying to impress."

"Well, if you're ever bothered, you're more than welcome to come stay in House 18," Mina said. And there was no attempt to hide some trace amounts of bitterness, as she added, "I seem to be on my own now. And I don't care what you do with your knickers."

Everyone always went away. The sad reality of Mina's existence. Once upon a time, she thought there was nothing quite so merciless as an empty room. But she was wrong.

An empty house was the real torment.

He watches the exchanges between them, sipping at his tea, "You always wore make up when we were together." It was true! It was rare for him to see her without it. By any rate, her bathroom was quite the beauty shop in the TARDIS.

But what did he really care? It was so bloody nice to be able to speak to her again and not be treading on egg shells. His best mate was back! He was oblivious to what concern Castiel may have on hearing Donna's roommate.

Castiel checked out of the conversation easily. These sort of things rarely interested him, so instead he focused on looking around the room and then on using his senses to check over the house.

He might have to give Donna some help with a hidden devil's trap or two.

"Thanks, Mina. I'll keep it in mind. Likewise, if you ever get lonely there's a spare room here." Being lonely was a horrible feeling. Donna wouldn't wish it on anyone.

She shot the Doctor a dirty look. "That was different!" It had nothing to do with him being eye candy because she totally did not fancy him in any way, shape or form. ~~Apart from the fact that she did fancy him. Shut up.~~ "I had to put my slap on before I left my room because I never knew where me might crash land. Could you imagine how tragic it would be if we crashed into Casanova's garden and I didn't have my face on?!"

Poor Cas. Mr doesn't-do-small-talk just happened to be friends with a rather talkative ginger.

"It sounds like you two have a world of stories to reminisce on," Mina said, her blue-ish eyes darting back and forth between Donna and the Doctor.

She paused, looking at Castiel who seemed to be in a world of his own. "Darling? Are you feeling quite well?" she asked, putting on a convincingly good show of concern. She crossed over to him, putting the back of her hand to his forehead. "I do think you're running a bit of a temperature. Is that normal for you? Perhaps I should take you back and get a proper look at you."

The Doctor glanced over to Mina and Castiel. Were they trying to check out so quickly? Or was there something more he wasn't quite catching in his excitement of having his best mate back?

Sometimes he could be quite narrow-minded. "Castiel? You alright?"

He shook his head. "I do feel a little dizzy. Perhaps you could walk me out."

He eyed Donna, trying his best to look apologetic. "I'm sorry, Donna."

Donna shot Castiel a worried look. She didn't even know angels could get sick, apparently they could. Poor guy. He did look a little off colour. She crossed over to him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "You be sure to get well soon, okay?"

She looked over at Mina. "Take care of him, okay?"

"I promise I shall," Mina said solemnly. "As long as you do take good care of the Doctor here. I'm quite certain you two have a lot to talk about. Trips down memory lane always get that way."

She offered Castiel a hand. "Come along," she said to him, rather like one might address a small dog.

She meant well, anyway.

IDK my BFF Donna?

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