A/N: Just a little something I bashed out while trying to stay in the habit of writing. BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon, Donna Noble (and Doctor Who) belongs to the BBC and Russell T. Davies.
Donna Noble practically leapt out of the taxi, clutching her handbag. She straightened the lapels of her blazer, took a deep breath and strode up to the imposing building in front of her. She was the best temp in Chiswick. The Slayer and Watchers’ Council would never know what hit it.
She didn’t know exactly what this Council did, but something told her it was the right choice. Her mother had wanted her to take the job with a small town accountant, but she had a feeling it would have been too confining.
Her strides faltered slightly as a half remembered face and image of stars flashed across her mind. She frowned and held her head high. It was probably just a dream she’d had once. She walked right through the door and up to the reception desk, where a young woman was sitting. Donna blinked. Were her eyes red? It was probably just some sort of contact lens, she decided.
“Hello. Donna Noble, the new temp. I have an appointment with Dr Giles.”
This job was going to be brilliant. She just knew it.