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The Doctor and Donna stood, staring at the large structure in front of them.
When the Doctor had first seen it, he'd tried to run away, but Donna had to hold his shirt collar and scream 'Spaceman' multiple times, and now there they were, standing in front of the monstrosity.
When Donna had first seen it, she started feeling rather hungry.
Donna picked her jaw off the floor and gathered a few words.
"Is that thing made of-" She began.
"Yes, yes it very much is," The Doctor cut her off
Donna paused for a moment.
Why would someone make something like that?
"OOOOOOOHH," Donna said, realizing.
"Is it because you're a-," She asked
"I believe so," The Doctor said gravely, locking eyes with the structure.
"Are you actually repelled by-"
"Depends,"
"One specific type or-"
"Red colored ones are worse, for some reason,"
Donna considered this.
"So when I gave you that-"
"I sucked it up and ate it. Quite painful in the bathroom later, though,"
It was quite the sight.
A whole fortress made of
Apples.
An entire fortress of apples.
Instead of bricks, there were apples. Instead of cement paste keeping those apples together, there was apple sauce.
Tons and tons and tons of apple sauce.
The air smelled rather nice, though, all it needed was a little bit of cinnamon.
"The real question is," The Doctor began, tugging his ear, "Who would be that dumb to think of something that smart,"
Suddenly, something hit them. Literally.
"Ow," The Doctor said, cradling where an apple hit his head.
Donna checked his head for bleeding (there wasn't any) and looked back at the fortress.
"AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY" A Dalek voice called.
"Of course the Daleks," Donna said.
"Those little trash cans really hate you, don't they?" She added.
Another apple was pelted at them and whizzed just past the Doctor's ear.
The Doctor clutched Donna's arms dramatically, falling to his knees.
"Oi, spaceman, what's wrong with you?" She asked.
The Doctor fell backwards onto the ground, hand on forehead like a fainting Victorian lady.
"Doctor?" She hazarded, leaning over him.
"AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY" The Dalek repeated.
"Oi, tincan, we know!" Donna shouted back.
Donna checked the Doctor for bruises or cuts or anything that may have caused him to fall.
Aside from the bruise from the first apple, there was nothing.
"Why'd you do that?" She whispered.
"Donna," The Doctor whispered back, not opening his eyes.
"You had me worried, Spaceman! Why did you do that? I'm listening!" She said loudly, crossing her arms.
"Donna, they want me dead, they have no reason to think I'm not right now,"
Donna nodded.
She straightened herself up.
"DEAD! ABSOLUTELY DEAD!" She wailed.
"YOU LOT KILLED HIM! HOW COULD YOU?!" She sobbed, pointing towards the fortress.
"AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY"
"YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU TRASH CANS! NOW I'M NEVER GETTING MARRIED!" Donna continued, tears rolling down her face.
"NOW I HAVE TO *sob* TAKE HIS LIFELESS BODY BACK HOME,"
"I'LL GET BACK AT YOU SOMEDAY, JUST YOU WAIT! HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE DONNA NOBLE'S SCORN!!"
"WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU? HE WAS FUNNY AND KIND AND HE HAS THE WORSE TASTE IN CLOTHING BUT HE WAS STILL GOOD LOOKING!"
"Time to dial it down, Donna," The Doctor whispered.
Donna paused.
Grabbing the Doctor's feet, Donna began dragging him back in the direction of the TARDIS.
"Sorry," She whispered as his head hit a rock.
Sighing, Donna grabbed the Doctor by his hips and lifted.
He was surprisingly light and was easy to dramatically throw over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
She ran back to the TARDIS, avoiding all the last of the apples thrown by Daleks.
Once he was set down, the Doctor gave Donna a curious look.
"Did you mean it?" He asked, smirking.
"What?"
"You think I'm pretty?"
Donna rolled her eyes.
"Shut it, Spaceman,"