Title: Laces
Author: fansquee
Rating: PG
PromptWord: Envious
Notes/Warning: Not mine, unbeta'd and enjoy. Done for the doctor_donna weekly drabble.

"Wait… Do that again." The Doctor said suddenly, making Donna jump.

"Do what again?"

"The thing you just did with your shoe." He waggled his finger spastically at her right foot.

Donna looked down at her sneakered shoe, completely lost of what he wanted her to demonstrate. To prove to him her dilemma, she took a sip of coffee and gave him a blank look.

The Doctor got off his chair, well bounced in his usual style, and tugged at Donna's laces, ruining the sloppy bow she'd done while listening to his description of the Australian ghost town of Gwalia.

"Hey!" Donna protested, almost spilling the hot beverage on the Doctor's head as he loosened the shoe further. "You only had to ask."

"I did." He huffed at her.

"No, you demanded."

"Fine," he took a deep breath, "Donna Nobel can you show me how to tie my shoes one-handedly?"

Three hours had passed in which Donna watched in amusement as the Doctor increasingly lost his patience. It was indicated by the growing curses in his own language, which the TARDIS refused to translate for Donna's benefit.

"Look, take the lace in your thumb and ring finger, then use your index and pinky to … now you've just tied yourself to the shoe." She couldn't help but bite her lip in amusement as another curse came from the Doctor as he shook his long fingers free.

"Why in the universe would anybody want to know how to tie shoes like this?" he asked frustrated and more to himself.

"Well, not everybody is a worm who can grow back limbs that were hacked off in a galactic duel," Donna said frankly, "I only had to learn because I dislocated my shoulder when I was 16."

He simply looked up at her as he tired again.

"Rough netball game, don't ask." Donna shook her head, then smiled. "And look, one up on me, you can do it without looking."

The Doctor gave a shout of triumph as he found that he had, indeed, finally tied his left shoelace.

"Hah!" He held his foot out to admire his handiwork. "Not just a fighting hand, it's a shoelace tying hand."

Donna only rolled her eyes and headed for the kitchen, getting a fresh jug of coffee to be ready to teach him how to tie the right shoe next.