Errr....Merry Christmas Nikki!
Um...Yeah. A Merry-Almost-Two-Months-Late-Christmas to tinuviel428. It's not the best quality Doctor Who fanfic, but....I decided to stop whinging about how not-up-to-par it is and let you finally have your Christmas gift.
Available to all who wish to enjoy a Tenth Doctor/Rose Christmas fic, though I apologize right up front for my atrocious British lingo. If you're British (or you have a better grasp of it than I) and want to point out words I should change, feel free! The fic does contain a tiny romantic Doctor/Rose moment, so you are warned.
And......enjoy The Fluff.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me, but to the BBC.
As a friend’s Christmas gift, because she specifically requested: “A Doctor/Rose mini-fic or something. Cute and fluffy. You know what I mean. Christmas Cheer.” …Yes, it’s almost 2 months late. This is how utterly much of a perfectionist I can be. And…it’s not really a “mini-fic.”
Summary: Tinsel and wreaths adorned every building Rose came across, and plenty of stores were selling the one surefire item to make the impromptu Christmas with the Doctor that much sweeter.
After a day of running around a beautiful planet trying not to be sacrificed by the locals with the Doctor, Rose could have used a pick-me-up. A bubble bath. Nonstop marathons of all the good shows, like The Office or Coupling. She’d even taken to raiding the Doctor’s media vault and enjoying John Simm and Philip Glenister in polyester and Cortinas in a series which had just started in her time.
Instead, the Doctor insisted on another trip, to prove to her that he could instigate a trip that didn’t involve fighting for their lives. She didn’t really mind the fighting for their lives bit (so long as she had the Doctor with her, she could survive anything), but he had taken it as a personal mission to have one relaxing trip.
“So, where’re we turning up?” Rose headed for the doors, waiting for him at the foot of the ramp.
“Coronation of Queen Elizabeth I, January 15, 1559,” the Doctor grinned. “Always wanted to see it, should be great fun. No beheadings, the Italian wars end, it’s all conducive to a non-lethal, peaceful good time-no!”
The Doctor ran out, his face stark in his dismay, into a snowy, modern Moscow, Russia. Biting her lip, Rose came to stand beside him and remarked, “Bit farther than you thought?”
He turned to give her a look, complete with puppy dog eyes begging for forgiveness. “I put in the right coordinates! I very specifically put in the date for January 15, 1559! Now it’s…” He scanned the view, looking for anything that might help place them in time, before holding up his sonic screwdriver and clicking on a setting. His brows rose up and he said, “Huh. Christmas. Christmas Eve, 1988. Well,” he shut off the sonic screwdriver and slipped it back into his pocket, “s’pose you can’t get anymore peaceful than that, right? Christmas! It’s practically the only day out of the year most people on Earth agree to peace and understanding!” A glimmer of his good humor came back, and he turned to Rose, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Let’s have a real Christmas!”
“We had a real Christmas,” Rose replied. “Remember? Dinner with me and my mum?”
The reminder of Jackie made him stop bouncing, but he went on with the smile, “I mean without the invasion and interruption from other…people. A real holiday, just you and me!”
The more she thought about it, the more Rose liked the idea. A Christmas with the Doctor…a safe, happy Christmas… She smiled. “Yeah. Let’s do it!”
“C’mon then!” he scampered back into the TARDIS, playing with the consoles as soon as he reached them. Christmas music, loud and delightful, filled the room. Rose could dimly hear it echoing in the halls. “And I’ll go get dinner prepared, and you can decorate-No, wait, the TARDIS can decorate, she hasn’t decorated a Christmas room in years-”
“Doctor?” Rose interrupted. She’d had another thought. “D’you mind if we go to London? Only I got somethin’ needs buying, and I don’t think Russia takes London money.”
“Present?” the Doctor instantly swiveled his head toward her. It was a wonder his smile didn’t crack the corners of his lips and make literal the phrase, “from ear to ear.” “Is it a present?”
“I won’t say nothin’ more on it,” Rose shook her head, grinning.
He grinned back, and pulled a lever.
~~
The Doctor told her he’d only give her an hour to do her shopping, and then he’d come looking for her and carry her bags for her. As much as she knew he was hinting at spoiling his present for himself, Rose didn’t want him carrying her bags for one other reason.
The Doctor had misjudged the trip again, landing them in 1997 London, though he managed to keep them in the Christmas season. Tinsel and wreaths adorned every building Rose came across, and plenty of stores were selling the one surefire item to make the impromptu Christmas with the Doctor that much sweeter.
Bustling into the shop like a whirlwind, Rose slammed her moneybag onto the counter and asked breathlessly, “How much mistletoe will this get me, then?”
~~
The Doctor wasn’t in the console room when she returned, thankfully, so Rose was able to sneak into her room, change into something appropriate for their holiday, and begin the process of adorning every doorway with the greenery, choosing doors she knew the Doctor went through more than others. The wardrobe room, bathroom, storages, and (after checking to make sure the Doctor wasn’t in to keep an eye on dinner) the kitchen, among many other rooms, all had a sprig of mistletoe.
Finishing, Rose made her way back to the console room with the Doctor’s wrapped present in hand, where she found the Doctor. He probably had entered while she’d been meandering around the TARDIS. He smiled at her, wearing a Santa hat and carrying a bag in one hand. “You’re back! I didn’t see you come in!”
“Had to put a few things away,” she replied mysteriously, not wanting to give away her plot before it started. “Anything in there for me?”
“Course,” the Doctor came over, leading her out of the console room. He eyed the present in her hand, obviously trying to deduct what she held. “That mine?”
“Yes and no,” Rose entered the room the Doctor motioned to, and gasped.
The TARDIS had outdone herself in decorating the room. Christmas trees lined the walls, all of them glowing brightly with lights and speckled with ornaments. A large fireplace warmed the room, with two stockings labeled “Doctor” and “Rose” hanging from it. Chandeliers with lit candles hung, and tinsel, wreaths, nativity scenes, and Christmas ceramic houses all filled the remaining space to make the room a scene right out of one of those department toy stores around Christmas time, complete with two overstuffed chairs, one red and one green.
“C’mon, c’mon, let’s sit!” The Doctor picked the green chair, rummaging through his bag. Rose took the other seat, resting the present in her lap and watching him excitedly.
“Ah! Here we are!” He pulled out something wrapped in fabric, and he paused. “Now, keep in mind, seeing how we only decided this…an hour ago? It’s not the grandest present, but-”
“Oh, Doctor, you know I don’t care,” Rose smiled. “Being with you is all the present in the world I could ever want.”
“Yes, well, still. Merry Christmas, Rose.”
Taking the present and unwrapping the fabric, Rose realized the fabric wasn’t just wrapping, but the present itself. A pink skirt a la the 1950s unraveled before her, with pink heels resting in the folds. Squealing in delight, Rose placed the heels and her gift for the Doctor carefully in her chair as she rose, placing the skirt in front of her and twisting to watch the material curve around her legs. “It’s splendid, Doctor! Thanks! Can we go sometime? To the 50’s?”
“Sure!” the Doctor nodded. “Ooh! We can watch Ed Sullivan’s broadcast premiere in the States themselves!”
Regarding the heels and skirt, Rose hesitantly sat back down, thinking of her gift. After buying the mistletoe she hadn't had much money, but she knew the Doctor liked Earth things. “It’s not much-”
“Oh, Rose, am I going to have to recite your own words? Really, it’s-Jelly Babies!” the Doctor’s face lit up at the sight of the box, the biggest box of Jelly Babies Rose could find in London. “Oh, I haven’t had one of these in years! Used to carry them around with me all the time, I did.” He enveloped her in a hug, and Rose couldn’t help but notice how much more wonderful his hugs were compared to all the other blokes she’d known, including Mickey. “Thank you! Ohh, who says nostalgia is a disease? This brings back fond memories, it does.”
“Glad you like ‘em,” Rose grinned. Peeking past his shoulder, she asked, “What else is in there? Looks like you got a Furby or something.”
“Hmm?” the Doctor turned, opening the box and popping an orange Jelly Baby into his mouth as he did so. “Oh! My other surprise for you, Rose Tyler!” He got the bag and reached inside. “You’ll love it! But, definitely not a Furby.”
Curiosity piqued, Rose bounced on her feet as he made a production of pulling it out. She didn’t know what to expect, but when the Doctor finally did pull out his hand, she couldn’t find the words to qualify her surprise.
The not-Furby thing was a blue ball made of only (as far as Rose could tell) fluff. It was only as she peered closely at the thing that she could see antennae sticking out of it, with little suction cups (made of even more fluff) at the end of them.
Rose stared at the cute, fluffy monstrosity before raising her gaze to the Doctor. Who was, in true form, positively beaming.
“What…is it?” Rose asked. She’d seen plenty of alien things before, but this was just plain strange. It seemed to lack the dings and whistles the Doctor usually took great pride and interest in.
“It’s a Flou plant. It’s a traditional ornament on some planets, where they have customs similar to Earth’s Christmas. When you’re ready for it, you throw it up in the air, and then there’s a surprise.”
“So, sorta like a mistletoe, yeah?” Rose’s heart skipped. While she’d run around London looking for mistletoe, had the Doctor been rummaging around the TARDIS on his own hunt?
The Doctor scratched the back of his head, wrinkling his nose. “Sure, like mistletoe. Well, a fluffy, blue mistletoe. Well, fluffy, blue, and a little bit explosive.”
Rose started. She opened her mouth to ask, but he flashed her his manic smile, grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him to stand close as he threw the fluff-ball into the air. The blue ball touched the ceiling, and from what she could tell the suction cups attached to the surface.
Pops and cracks like fireworks made her yelp. Her mouth filled with a cottony substance, and she sputtered on bits like the down of chicks, except these were red, blue, turquoise, mauve, all shades of colors.
The Doctor cried something, a word or phrase longer and more complex than Raxacoricofallapatorious. The manic grin softened to his genuine smile, but with what looked like baby rainbow birds making a nest out of his Santa hat, Rose couldn’t help but laugh. He tilted his head, confused, and Rose plucked a bit of fluff from his hat with her equally-fluffy fingers. “You’ve got a bit of…well, you’ve got a lot of down in your hat.”
The Doctor grinned. “You should take a look at yourself. A right palette of colors, you are.”
The Flou wasn’t done snowing rainbow fluff on them, but the Doctor cleared his throat and turned to the door. “Right! Let’s get some of that Christmas dinner before the TARDIS crashes into something. Bet the turkey’s done-”
Impulsive, reacting on two seconds of thought, Rose bounded to the Doctor, turned him, and kissed him, lingering a few moments to indulge in the sensation. He looked down at her, surprised, and she stammered, “You said…like mistletoe, yeah?”
He blinked, then broadened his grin. “Like mistletoe! Yes! Can’t-can’t break tradition, now can we? ‘S a shame, though, only one mistletoe-” he jerked, then spun quickly. “I mean, only one mashed potato bowl left! Gotta hurry before it burns.”
She almost protested him leaving, but as the Doctor exited Rose could see his expression. Smiling and eyes sparkling like the cogs in his brain were working on a plan to find more mistletoe for a repeat performance.
Well, Rose smiled devilishly, hundred mistletoe hanging ‘bout the TARDIS, pretty sure he won’t need to plan too much.
Available to all who wish to enjoy a Tenth Doctor/Rose Christmas fic, though I apologize right up front for my atrocious British lingo. If you're British (or you have a better grasp of it than I) and want to point out words I should change, feel free! The fic does contain a tiny romantic Doctor/Rose moment, so you are warned.
And......enjoy The Fluff.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me, but to the BBC.
As a friend’s Christmas gift, because she specifically requested: “A Doctor/Rose mini-fic or something. Cute and fluffy. You know what I mean. Christmas Cheer.” …Yes, it’s almost 2 months late. This is how utterly much of a perfectionist I can be. And…it’s not really a “mini-fic.”
Summary: Tinsel and wreaths adorned every building Rose came across, and plenty of stores were selling the one surefire item to make the impromptu Christmas with the Doctor that much sweeter.
After a day of running around a beautiful planet trying not to be sacrificed by the locals with the Doctor, Rose could have used a pick-me-up. A bubble bath. Nonstop marathons of all the good shows, like The Office or Coupling. She’d even taken to raiding the Doctor’s media vault and enjoying John Simm and Philip Glenister in polyester and Cortinas in a series which had just started in her time.
Instead, the Doctor insisted on another trip, to prove to her that he could instigate a trip that didn’t involve fighting for their lives. She didn’t really mind the fighting for their lives bit (so long as she had the Doctor with her, she could survive anything), but he had taken it as a personal mission to have one relaxing trip.
“So, where’re we turning up?” Rose headed for the doors, waiting for him at the foot of the ramp.
“Coronation of Queen Elizabeth I, January 15, 1559,” the Doctor grinned. “Always wanted to see it, should be great fun. No beheadings, the Italian wars end, it’s all conducive to a non-lethal, peaceful good time-no!”
The Doctor ran out, his face stark in his dismay, into a snowy, modern Moscow, Russia. Biting her lip, Rose came to stand beside him and remarked, “Bit farther than you thought?”
He turned to give her a look, complete with puppy dog eyes begging for forgiveness. “I put in the right coordinates! I very specifically put in the date for January 15, 1559! Now it’s…” He scanned the view, looking for anything that might help place them in time, before holding up his sonic screwdriver and clicking on a setting. His brows rose up and he said, “Huh. Christmas. Christmas Eve, 1988. Well,” he shut off the sonic screwdriver and slipped it back into his pocket, “s’pose you can’t get anymore peaceful than that, right? Christmas! It’s practically the only day out of the year most people on Earth agree to peace and understanding!” A glimmer of his good humor came back, and he turned to Rose, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Let’s have a real Christmas!”
“We had a real Christmas,” Rose replied. “Remember? Dinner with me and my mum?”
The reminder of Jackie made him stop bouncing, but he went on with the smile, “I mean without the invasion and interruption from other…people. A real holiday, just you and me!”
The more she thought about it, the more Rose liked the idea. A Christmas with the Doctor…a safe, happy Christmas… She smiled. “Yeah. Let’s do it!”
“C’mon then!” he scampered back into the TARDIS, playing with the consoles as soon as he reached them. Christmas music, loud and delightful, filled the room. Rose could dimly hear it echoing in the halls. “And I’ll go get dinner prepared, and you can decorate-No, wait, the TARDIS can decorate, she hasn’t decorated a Christmas room in years-”
“Doctor?” Rose interrupted. She’d had another thought. “D’you mind if we go to London? Only I got somethin’ needs buying, and I don’t think Russia takes London money.”
“Present?” the Doctor instantly swiveled his head toward her. It was a wonder his smile didn’t crack the corners of his lips and make literal the phrase, “from ear to ear.” “Is it a present?”
“I won’t say nothin’ more on it,” Rose shook her head, grinning.
He grinned back, and pulled a lever.
~~
The Doctor told her he’d only give her an hour to do her shopping, and then he’d come looking for her and carry her bags for her. As much as she knew he was hinting at spoiling his present for himself, Rose didn’t want him carrying her bags for one other reason.
The Doctor had misjudged the trip again, landing them in 1997 London, though he managed to keep them in the Christmas season. Tinsel and wreaths adorned every building Rose came across, and plenty of stores were selling the one surefire item to make the impromptu Christmas with the Doctor that much sweeter.
Bustling into the shop like a whirlwind, Rose slammed her moneybag onto the counter and asked breathlessly, “How much mistletoe will this get me, then?”
~~
The Doctor wasn’t in the console room when she returned, thankfully, so Rose was able to sneak into her room, change into something appropriate for their holiday, and begin the process of adorning every doorway with the greenery, choosing doors she knew the Doctor went through more than others. The wardrobe room, bathroom, storages, and (after checking to make sure the Doctor wasn’t in to keep an eye on dinner) the kitchen, among many other rooms, all had a sprig of mistletoe.
Finishing, Rose made her way back to the console room with the Doctor’s wrapped present in hand, where she found the Doctor. He probably had entered while she’d been meandering around the TARDIS. He smiled at her, wearing a Santa hat and carrying a bag in one hand. “You’re back! I didn’t see you come in!”
“Had to put a few things away,” she replied mysteriously, not wanting to give away her plot before it started. “Anything in there for me?”
“Course,” the Doctor came over, leading her out of the console room. He eyed the present in her hand, obviously trying to deduct what she held. “That mine?”
“Yes and no,” Rose entered the room the Doctor motioned to, and gasped.
The TARDIS had outdone herself in decorating the room. Christmas trees lined the walls, all of them glowing brightly with lights and speckled with ornaments. A large fireplace warmed the room, with two stockings labeled “Doctor” and “Rose” hanging from it. Chandeliers with lit candles hung, and tinsel, wreaths, nativity scenes, and Christmas ceramic houses all filled the remaining space to make the room a scene right out of one of those department toy stores around Christmas time, complete with two overstuffed chairs, one red and one green.
“C’mon, c’mon, let’s sit!” The Doctor picked the green chair, rummaging through his bag. Rose took the other seat, resting the present in her lap and watching him excitedly.
“Ah! Here we are!” He pulled out something wrapped in fabric, and he paused. “Now, keep in mind, seeing how we only decided this…an hour ago? It’s not the grandest present, but-”
“Oh, Doctor, you know I don’t care,” Rose smiled. “Being with you is all the present in the world I could ever want.”
“Yes, well, still. Merry Christmas, Rose.”
Taking the present and unwrapping the fabric, Rose realized the fabric wasn’t just wrapping, but the present itself. A pink skirt a la the 1950s unraveled before her, with pink heels resting in the folds. Squealing in delight, Rose placed the heels and her gift for the Doctor carefully in her chair as she rose, placing the skirt in front of her and twisting to watch the material curve around her legs. “It’s splendid, Doctor! Thanks! Can we go sometime? To the 50’s?”
“Sure!” the Doctor nodded. “Ooh! We can watch Ed Sullivan’s broadcast premiere in the States themselves!”
Regarding the heels and skirt, Rose hesitantly sat back down, thinking of her gift. After buying the mistletoe she hadn't had much money, but she knew the Doctor liked Earth things. “It’s not much-”
“Oh, Rose, am I going to have to recite your own words? Really, it’s-Jelly Babies!” the Doctor’s face lit up at the sight of the box, the biggest box of Jelly Babies Rose could find in London. “Oh, I haven’t had one of these in years! Used to carry them around with me all the time, I did.” He enveloped her in a hug, and Rose couldn’t help but notice how much more wonderful his hugs were compared to all the other blokes she’d known, including Mickey. “Thank you! Ohh, who says nostalgia is a disease? This brings back fond memories, it does.”
“Glad you like ‘em,” Rose grinned. Peeking past his shoulder, she asked, “What else is in there? Looks like you got a Furby or something.”
“Hmm?” the Doctor turned, opening the box and popping an orange Jelly Baby into his mouth as he did so. “Oh! My other surprise for you, Rose Tyler!” He got the bag and reached inside. “You’ll love it! But, definitely not a Furby.”
Curiosity piqued, Rose bounced on her feet as he made a production of pulling it out. She didn’t know what to expect, but when the Doctor finally did pull out his hand, she couldn’t find the words to qualify her surprise.
The not-Furby thing was a blue ball made of only (as far as Rose could tell) fluff. It was only as she peered closely at the thing that she could see antennae sticking out of it, with little suction cups (made of even more fluff) at the end of them.
Rose stared at the cute, fluffy monstrosity before raising her gaze to the Doctor. Who was, in true form, positively beaming.
“What…is it?” Rose asked. She’d seen plenty of alien things before, but this was just plain strange. It seemed to lack the dings and whistles the Doctor usually took great pride and interest in.
“It’s a Flou plant. It’s a traditional ornament on some planets, where they have customs similar to Earth’s Christmas. When you’re ready for it, you throw it up in the air, and then there’s a surprise.”
“So, sorta like a mistletoe, yeah?” Rose’s heart skipped. While she’d run around London looking for mistletoe, had the Doctor been rummaging around the TARDIS on his own hunt?
The Doctor scratched the back of his head, wrinkling his nose. “Sure, like mistletoe. Well, a fluffy, blue mistletoe. Well, fluffy, blue, and a little bit explosive.”
Rose started. She opened her mouth to ask, but he flashed her his manic smile, grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him to stand close as he threw the fluff-ball into the air. The blue ball touched the ceiling, and from what she could tell the suction cups attached to the surface.
Pops and cracks like fireworks made her yelp. Her mouth filled with a cottony substance, and she sputtered on bits like the down of chicks, except these were red, blue, turquoise, mauve, all shades of colors.
The Doctor cried something, a word or phrase longer and more complex than Raxacoricofallapatorious. The manic grin softened to his genuine smile, but with what looked like baby rainbow birds making a nest out of his Santa hat, Rose couldn’t help but laugh. He tilted his head, confused, and Rose plucked a bit of fluff from his hat with her equally-fluffy fingers. “You’ve got a bit of…well, you’ve got a lot of down in your hat.”
The Doctor grinned. “You should take a look at yourself. A right palette of colors, you are.”
The Flou wasn’t done snowing rainbow fluff on them, but the Doctor cleared his throat and turned to the door. “Right! Let’s get some of that Christmas dinner before the TARDIS crashes into something. Bet the turkey’s done-”
Impulsive, reacting on two seconds of thought, Rose bounded to the Doctor, turned him, and kissed him, lingering a few moments to indulge in the sensation. He looked down at her, surprised, and she stammered, “You said…like mistletoe, yeah?”
He blinked, then broadened his grin. “Like mistletoe! Yes! Can’t-can’t break tradition, now can we? ‘S a shame, though, only one mistletoe-” he jerked, then spun quickly. “I mean, only one mashed potato bowl left! Gotta hurry before it burns.”
She almost protested him leaving, but as the Doctor exited Rose could see his expression. Smiling and eyes sparkling like the cogs in his brain were working on a plan to find more mistletoe for a repeat performance.
Well, Rose smiled devilishly, hundred mistletoe hanging ‘bout the TARDIS, pretty sure he won’t need to plan too much.