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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 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."

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"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!"

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"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.

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

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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?"

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"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."

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

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

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.