Fic: Not Married- Viva Las Vegas; Timestamp requested by time_converges

In response to the Timestamp Meme, time_converges wanted to see the Mexico trip, or the Mexico via Vegas trip from Not Married.

Title: Not Married- Viva Las Vegas
Author: shining_moment
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Donna
Rating: G
Word Count: 419
Summary: Donna and the Doctor do Vegas :)
A/N: I don't know if this is quite what you were hoping for- I went for a little snippet rather than the full trip. Hope you like, anyway!


“Good God, how can you still be eating?! I think I’d pop if I ate another mouthful and you’re still shovelling it in like you haven’t eaten in weeks,” she rolls her eyes at him, “You’d think I never fed you, the way you’re going on.”

“Donna,” he mumbles in between trying to scale the mashed potato mountain currently on the plate in front of him, “It’s an 'All You Can Eat' buffet.”

“I know that but I don’t think it’s secret code for ‘eat everything on the table’. Anyway, I thought you wanted fajitas?”

“I did! I tried to set the co-ordinates for Mexico but they just kept re-setting for Vegas. I must look at that, can’t have us ending up somewhere random every time, can we? Well, semi- random I suppose seeing as there was some mention of Vegas earlier on.”

“Well, I’ve never been to Vegas so it’s as good a place as any,” she grins faintly before staring in disbelief at the amount of food still on the Doctor’s plate, “Of course everything will be closed by the time you wade through the rest of that.”

“Ah but this is Vegas,” the Doctor swallows what he’s chewing before he continues- he’s been on the receiving end of Donna’s wrath about his table manners before and doesn’t want to risk it again, “Nothing ever closes. You can do anything at any time, dance, drink, gamble, get married, anything.”

“Well, you know, no desperate hurry to do any of those things right now,” Donna suddenly turns her attention back to the plate she’d previously lost all interest in, “Take your time, finish your spuds, whatever.”

After a few seconds of silence broken only by the Doctor’s fork finally scraping against an empty plate, he grins at her, “So, does this count as me buying you dinner first?”

“I think what I actually said was I would expect you to at least buy me dinner first.”

“Yeah,” he grins even wider, “That’s what I meant, obviously.”

She holds his gaze for a few seconds before returning his grin, “Well, it’s a start, I suppose.”

“So…dancing, drinking, gambling, getting married,” he raises an eyebrow, “What do you fancy first?”

“First,” Donna stands up from the table and smirks at him, “I’m going to the loo so you have about five minutes to go at that dessert table.”

“And then?” the Doctor grabs her hand as she starts to walk away.

“Then,” she squeezes his hand, “You can surprise me.”

END