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When; Saturday, March 7th
Rating; PG-ish? It's Tony
Characters; Donna Noble (

tempzilla) and Tony Stark (

morethanasuit)
Summary; Tony takes Donna out for a casual dinner.
Log; There were certain distinct advantages to being a human-Time Lord metacrisis, especially when the combination was no longer going to kill you. Being clever, for thing. Seriously clever, and not just possessing a knack for organizing. Increased energy levels (although she had always been an "energetic" person). And perhaps best of all, a certain sense of self-confidence. Traveling with the Doctor had done loads for her self-esteem, but it wasn't until she became a metacrisis that she really felt capable and in control.

Of course, none of those things were helping her now. Facing down an army of Daleks hell-bent on annilating the universe was one thing. Going to dinner with multi-billionaire Tony Stark was another matter entirely. Dinner was much more complicated.

Was it a date? Instinct and tradition said yes. But something had happened between him and Romana, and Donna knew, even if Romana wouldn't say anything outright, that the Time Lady felt something for the businessman. Should she not go to the dinner? Was a dinner just a dinner? These were complicated social and emotional issues that all the cleverness of a Time Lord could not navigate.

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Tony didn't really worry about it that much. Labels like "dates" versus "dinner as friends" were just too complicated. He just filed everything under "an encounter that may or may not end with them sleeping together".

And after the relative disaster of the meal the other night with Romana he was glad to be back to normal and more in his element. Besides, he had been looking forward to this. Donna was a fascinating woman. Not his usual type, but that was generally a good thing. Supermodels were idiots.

Standing outside her apartment door he knocked, flowers in hand; genetically engineered roses with red stems and bright green petals that matched her eyes.

Donna opened the door immediately -- and then wasn't sure if she regretted it. Did she seem too eager, like she was lurking by the door waiting for him to arrive? Would he even be thinking about it that much? Did men analyze things this much, or was this a female thing?

It took Donna a moment to realize she hadn't spoken. She gave Tony a nervous but sincerely happy smile. "Hi."

Tony smiled back at Donna, one of his dazzling but genuine smiles, and handed the flowers to her.

"I thought we said casual," he said, arching an eyebrow. "You look incredibly gorgeous and not casual in the least."

Donna took the flowers with a small sigh of wonder. "They're beautiful! Thank you." She couldn't remember the last time a man had brought her flowers. Lance never had. Lee had...but then again, Lee hadn't been real. Of course her ideal computer-generated man would bring her roses.

"What, this old thing?" Donna looked down at her outfit -- jeans and a cute blouse. "This is nothing. I mean, I wouldn't paint the house while wearing it, but..." She was babbling. "Shall we go to dinner now?"

She remembered the flowers in her hands. "Oh, wait, hold on, let me go put these in water. I'll be just a minute!"

"Then it must not be the outfit," he said, smiling again and leaning against the doorway.

"I'll wait right here," he said. It was rather interesting to see her just a bit flustered, or at least not as... focused, as usually. Tony liked it when he had that effect on people and they didn't sound like idiots. He was liking Donna more and more.

Donna gave Tony a half-disbelieving, wholly flattered look as she went to put the flowers in water. He certainly knew how to make a woman feel appreciated. And if it was just the charm talking...well, she didn't mind. Sometimes it was nice to be charmed, whether or not it was sincere. But she didn't think he was the type for insincere flattery.

She found a cute pitcher for the flowers and put them by her bed, then hurried back to the front door. "Shall we go?"

"I think we shall," he said with a nod.

Tony offered her his arm and then headed out to the car (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Bradwick/FutureCar2.jpg). It hovered about 6 inches off the ground and the doors hissed open automatically.

"I hope you're not afraid of flying."

Just last week, the flying car would have knocked Donna off her feet. But she was a lot harder to impress now that she had her memories back.

"Afraid of it?" she asked. "I love it! There's nothing like it in the world."

She took a moment to admire the vehicle. "Nice ride," she said, although it was nothing compared to the TARDIS. But nothing could really compete with the Doctor's daft little blue box. "Did you build this yourself?"

"I did," he said with a nod. "It's one of the first things that I built when I got here. I have another similar to it in my garage."

"How would you like to fly it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"One of the first? You've got talent!" She quickly amended that with: "Well, I mean, I already knew you had talent, but...right."

She gave him a shocked look when he made his offer. "What? Me, fly this thing? Don't you need some kind of special license?"

"You'd be surprised at what I can do with just a few spare parts laying around," he said, flashing her another grin.

"And maybe in most places you do, but not here," he said with a shrug. "I'll make sure you don't crash into anything. Come on Donna, take control, fly the car."

Donna didn't need much convincing. In fact, almost before the words were out of his mouth, she said: "All right, if you insist. Gimme the keys!" If there was one thing she had learned from her time with the Doctor, it was that life was a daring adventure or nothing at all.

Tony gave a laugh at Donna's eagerness. It would have been interesting to see if she would have asked if she could fly it on her own.

"It doesn't have a key," he told her. "Just tell it to start, it'll listen to you."

"It's already way ahead of most men I know," Donna said, impressed. Realizing her slip, she added: "Except for you, of course."

Great job, Donna. Insult your date. She covered up her discomfort by sliding into the driver's seat. She waited for Tony to get in, then, clenching the wheel, she commanded: "...START!"

"Maybe you just haven't told the right men the right thing to do," he said, giving her a quick wink as he buckled himself in.

The car started immediately, the engine sounding more like the purr of a large cat than a piece of machinery.

"Pull back on the wheel to go up, push forward to go down, left is left, right is right, and the gas and brake work the same," he explained.

"Right. Got it. I think." Donna pulled back on the wheel. "Err...go?"

The car rose up in response to how hard she pulled back on the wheel.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Tony said, pointing to a spot on the dash with a color pinwheel. "What color would you like the car to be?"

"It changes colors?" Donna's attention turned to the color wheel, but she immediately jerked it back to the...er...road? when the car tilted. "That is SO COOL!" She thought for a moment, then said: "Blue, I think." She was a little sentimental.

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"It does," he said, laughing again as the car lurched a bit. Tony picked a color of blue for her and the exterior of the car shimmered just a bit as it changed color.

"There we go," he said. "We're all set."

Donna quickly got the hang of driving and gave Tony a bright, excited smile.

"So where are we going, exactly?" she asked.

"Here, just a moment..."

A section of the winshield brightened a bit, a glowing dot where one of the buildings of the City was.'

"That's the building, just put her down somewhere near there," he said.

The vehicle was surprisingly intuitive -- a lot easier to master than her first real car. She was almost disappointed when they arrived at the restaurant and she had to touch down.

"That," she said, "was amazing."

"I think you did a fantastic job," Tony said. "You're a natural."

The doors opened and Tony stepped out, walking over to Donna's side and again offering her his arm.

"What other surprises do you have?" he asked.

Donna took his arm with an impish grin.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" she asked.

She was flirting. She was actually flirting. She couldn't remember the last time she flirted.

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