Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 356: Sand at dw100.

Summary: There’s been a slight miscommunication between the Doctor and Donna.

“A desert?” Donna stared out the TARDIS door, aghast. “You brought me to a freakin’ desert?”

The Doctor blinked at her in consternation. “But I thought that was where you wanted to go!”

“Why would I want to be stuck in the middle of the bloody Sahara?”

“How should I know? When I asked, you said you wanted to go somewhere sunny, sandy, and hot! This is all of that.”

“I meant a resort with a beach! Somewhere beside the sea where I could relax, get a tan, maybe a massage!”

“Well, you should have said that,” the Doctor huffed.

The End