As the coffee brewed, Ianto glanced over to where the Doctor was working on the drone. Jack was talking, no doubt filling his friend in on all things relating to Hart. Ianto just hoped Jack could convince the Doctor to give their unwanted guest a lift off world. It would be the best solution.
He turned back to the machine as it beeped, pouring coffee for the Doctor’s companion. When he took the mug over to the redhead, he found her chatting away to Hart, who was hanging on her every word. The sight was… disturbing, to say the least.
“Looks like the drone’s finished,” Ianto commented quietly. “Here’s your coffee, Miss Noble.”
The lady in question turned her attention to him.
“Oi, none of that, mate. It’s Donna, alright?”
Ianto couldn’t help smiling.
“If you insist.”
“I do. Ta very much.”
Donna took a careful sip of her coffee.
“Oh. My. God! This is the best coffee I’ve ever tasted!”
Ianto inclined his head politely.
“I try my best.”
“Hey, where’s mine?” Hart demanded.
“Mind your manners, Johnny Boy,” Donna snapped.
Hart sat up straight.
“Yes ma’am. Sorry. May I have another cup of your delicious coffee please, Ianto?”
Ianto stared at Hart in stunned disbelief, then turned to Donna and raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to him, but I definitely approve.”
Donna shrugged casually.
“He’s no problem, just needs a firm hand is all.”
“Oooh, yes please!” Hart looked up at her hopefully and Donna laughed.
“We’ll see, sunshine, maybe if you learn to behave you’ll get lucky. I don’t take no nonsense from anyone, mind. Ask Space Boy over there, he’ll tell ya.” She pointed towards the Doctor, who waved back, grinned and pointed to the drone, giving them the thumbs up.
TBC in ‘Considering’