Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Rating: all ages
Summary: Why did the TARDIS offer her that dress?
A/N: Written for Challenge #286 in DW100: "Scarlet". Thanks to canaana for beta services, and for pushing me to do better. And I'm going to mention again that I am offering 5 drabbles in the Help_Haiti auction.
He stares at the dress Donna's holding. "It's ... scarlet."
"I like red. Just 'cos I'm ginger--"
"Scarlet," he repeats. "And orange."
"Okay, scarlet. You said 'wear bright colours to honour the Sublime Poohbear.'"
"Poojah," he mutters. Why would the TARDIS provide her a dress in Prydonian colours?
Donna studies his face. Her frown softens. "Never mind. Plenty more choices. It's just a dress." Her hand lingers wistfully on the hanger.
"Wear it," he blurts.
"I-- It's not important. You'll look brilliant."
He's right. At the coronation ball, the only thing brighter than Donna's dress is her smile.