I don't know what it is with me and delayed stories as of late. I've had this two shot finished since *checks date*July second. Oops. Oh well, it's u now, I guess. Go forth and enjoy! Disclaimer- No, I don't own Doctor Who. I do, however, as of recently, own an Angels and Airwaves CD. But that's it.


Donna watched as the Doctor preformed maintenance on the TARDIS console, throwing off impossible amounts of energy, and talking at a mile a minute. She was amazed, she really was, at just how energetic the Doctor could be. He was, what, 907? He was an ancient, 907 year old alien, with the physical body of a 27 year old, and the energy levels of a six year old child hyped up on sugar.

incredible.

"You, are absolutely ancient." Donna stated, continuing to watch the Doctor as he continued to work and babbled on about temporal mechanics. There was a momentary pause in his rapid fire speech where there were the only sounds were clicks and clangs while the Time Lord repaired his ship.

"Well, I'm 907. Suppose you could say that." He eventually replied, voice light.

"Is 907, you know, old for a Time Lord?" Donna asked.

More metallic noises.

"Um...no. Not really. Not at all, actually." Answered the Doctor.

"How old is old for a Time Lord then?"

"Middle age is about 7000. Old...Professer Chronotis was 13,000. That's considered to be really old for a Time Lord. So yeah. I would be considered a rebellious teenager by other Time Lords right now."

"...Wow..." Said Donna, trailing off.

"What?" Questioned the Doctor, the top half of his body still covered by the console.

"You're going to live for a really long time. Like a ridiculously long time. For thousands of years."

Silence, save a few more clacks.

"Doctor?"

"Hmm?"

"When's your birthday?"

The Doctor laughed.

"Where did this come from, then?" He questioned, removing himself from beneath the console and leaning on it instead.

"Just curious."

"...You know what's funny? Human years and Time Lord years were the same. I mean, we had different names for our months and days and pretty much everything else on top of that, but out years were the equivalent to 365 human days. There are similarities like that ll throughout the universe. It's fascinating."

Donna arched an eyebrow at this tangent and continued to stare at the Doctor. The Time Lord gave a sheepish grin and rubbed at the back of his neck some.

"My birthday is June sixth." He said, standing up and brushing himself off, ignoring the spot of oil that stained his face, hands, and exposed forearms.

"June sixth." Donna repeated, stunned.

"Yep." Said the Doctor, popping the 'P' as usual.

"It's June fifth." Donna said, pointing her words. The Doctor glanced at her, expression blank.

"Yes. Yes it is." He replied, somewhat uncertainly.

"Your birthday is tomorrow." Donna pressed further.

"Yes." Said the Doctor, nodding slightly all the while.

"When were you planning on telling me that your birthday was tomorrow?"

"I...wasn't?"

Donna scoffed.

"What, you were just going to drop it on me tomorrow?"

"Ah...Still no, I'm afraid."

Another scoff, slightly more acid this time around.

"So you just weren't going to tell me that it was your birthday. At all."

"Sounds about right."

Donna fixed the Time Lord with a disbelieving stare.

"You weren't going to tell me."

Under the redhead's gaze, the Doctor squirmed slightly.

"Um, no?"

"...You unbelievable, bloody idiot."

"Thanks." Said the Doctor, rather dryly. "What's the occasion?"

"We're friends." Donna explained, not understanding how the man before her could rattle off any random fact in the known universe within a second of being asked to, but could still be so oblivious to the most basic social norms. "Friends tell each other things like this." Pause. "Remind me how you didn't know this?"

The Doctor gave a small shrug.

"Don't know. It's not I've ever really been asked about it before..."

"Really? Never?" Donna asked, clearly surprised. The Doctor shook his head in negative response. "Do you ever celebrate your birthday?"

At this, the Doctor actually laughed.

"No. I don't-...Not ever, I don't think."

"Not even back on Gallifrey?"

"Nobody wanted to celebrate my birthday back on Gallifrey, Donna."

"Well why not?"

"I wasn't-...I didn't really have any friends. Except Koschei. When he wasn't trying to kill me."

Ignoring the somewhat disturbing and probably true claim about the Doctor's singular and homicidal friend back on his home planet, Donna pressed on.

"You've never celebrated it?"

"No."

"Well that's gonna change." Donna declared. The Doctor looked taken aback at this.

"I'm sorry?" He asked, slightly stunned.

"We're celebrating tomorrow."

The Doctor's eyes widened as he wordlessly resumed repairing his TARDIS.


I've got the second and final part written and will go to type it right after I get this posted, so it should only be a few days until that's up. Until then, why not leave a review? Even if you don't, thanks for reading, have a fantastic day, and DFTBA!