Thoughts: Christmas 2011 (4/5)
Title: Thoughts: Christmas 2011 (4/5)
Pairing: Doctor/Rose, maybe other supporting characters
Rating: Teen
Timeline: Christmas
Summary: I'd like to think that the Doctor and Rose experienced (and still are!) many Christmases together. Here's what I think what happened...
A/N: Many thanks to develish1bluedragonhawk and my bf who helped me with prompts when I was desperate for them! I also added a personal note to drabble/one-shot #2 :)
Previous: One | Two | Three
gift
The Doctor was sitting down in the library on the Tardis. The long green couch that had seen better days felt extremely comfortable underneath him. The flames of the fire he had kindled in the fireplace was crackling. A Christmas Carol was sitting open on his lap, but he had lost focus on it awhile ago. His arm was on the armrest, his hand cradling the side of his head. He stared at the decorations his most recent companion had strung up.
There was tinsel EVERYWHERE, a tree in the corner decorated extensively as well as three stockings hanging along the mantle. One was a purple and it had Rose's name in glitter, another was dark green with his namesake and the third one was a deep blue with his ship's name so meticulously written on the front.
He smiled at the sight of it. An wide range of individuals had passed through his ship's doors. They had all meant something to him at some point, but as each one came through and back out the doors, he'd learned to move on. Through each of those instances, however, not one had actually treated the Tardis like a sentient being. She'd always been his reliable companion and so he thought of her as living and breathing because she was. It was a completely novel feeling for him to realize that someone else thought the same as well.
"Doctor, thought you might like some tea," Rose's voice startled him as she walked in with two steaming mugs filled with the tea he'd begun to look forward to. The feeling unnerved him.
She handed him a mug, placed her own on the coffee table and sat down near him. He watched her as he took a long sip of his drink. She was wearing black sweats, a loose white t-shirt and her hair was piled messily atop her head. Her feet were bare and the glimpse of pink nail polish on her toes made him smile again. He didn't understand why.
"Do you think it looks nice?" she asked softly.
He averted his eyes before she could catch him looking at her. Placing his mug on the table, he responded with a , "What?"
"The Tardis. The decorations. Do you think she likes them?"
The question made his attention snap back to her, "What?" The word sounded more surprised now than ignored.
Rose looked at him and rolled her eyes, "Do you think she likes the decorations, Doctor." Each word was spoken with such slow attention that he hoped she didn't think he'd lied about being as smart of a being as he truly was.
"I'm...it....she seems to enjoy having someone who enjoys getting into the holidays aboard," it was the only thing he could think of saying, mostly because it was true. The Tardis had been humming with something like happiness since Rose had first joined them.
Rose gave him a huge grin and then leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. She was still smiling.
The Doctor sat incredulous while looking at her because the gaze in her eyes was unmistakably filled with love for the Tardis.
While looking at her, his hearts beat quicker and harder than they had in awhile.
cold
Rose walked on the snow with small steps. It was Christmas Eve 1984 in some small town in the United States. As far as she could understand, the town they were in was located in a desert. It was cold, but bearable and the Doctor had gone to look for some hot chocolate for them.
It was quiet in the center of town. The Doctor explained that not everywhere did the people bustle until the wee hours, even on Christmas Eve. The square had a large tree, nothing compared to the one she'd seen photos of or on TV in New York City, but a big tree nonetheless. She looked up towards the mountains that seemed to hug the city and stared at the enormous star that had been formed with lights on the side of one of them. Rose then looked up into the sky and realized she could see the sprinkle of real stars, ones she had been traveling around for awhile now. It made her smile.
"Here it is Rose, best kind of hot chocolate there is," she heard him say as he handed her a Styrofoam cup filled to the brim with the steaming liquid.
She blew to cool it as much as she could and took a sip. It actually was delicious.
"It's made with hardened Mexican chocolate," he explained. Taking another sip, she could see why they had stopped here. A trip well-justified, she thought.
They drank and finished their chocolate in pleasant silence, throwing their cups when they were done. The liquid had made her body warm as she was drinking it, but it's absence made her feel the cold deeper into her bones.
Noticing this, the Doctor said, "Oh, almost forgot, brought these along...just in case."
After digging into his pockets, he unearthed a pair of rainbow-colored mittens. The Doctor grabbed her hands and, one by one, placed each of the mittens on her hands. Then he took her hands in his and blew his warm breath into them. Instantly, she could feel the warmth returning to her hands and all throughout the body.
And inside, she knew that it was because of much more than the hot chocolate and mittens.
Five
Pairing: Doctor/Rose, maybe other supporting characters
Rating: Teen
Timeline: Christmas
Summary: I'd like to think that the Doctor and Rose experienced (and still are!) many Christmases together. Here's what I think what happened...
A/N: Many thanks to develish1bluedragonhawk and my bf who helped me with prompts when I was desperate for them! I also added a personal note to drabble/one-shot #2 :)
Previous: One | Two | Three
gift
The Doctor was sitting down in the library on the Tardis. The long green couch that had seen better days felt extremely comfortable underneath him. The flames of the fire he had kindled in the fireplace was crackling. A Christmas Carol was sitting open on his lap, but he had lost focus on it awhile ago. His arm was on the armrest, his hand cradling the side of his head. He stared at the decorations his most recent companion had strung up.
There was tinsel EVERYWHERE, a tree in the corner decorated extensively as well as three stockings hanging along the mantle. One was a purple and it had Rose's name in glitter, another was dark green with his namesake and the third one was a deep blue with his ship's name so meticulously written on the front.
He smiled at the sight of it. An wide range of individuals had passed through his ship's doors. They had all meant something to him at some point, but as each one came through and back out the doors, he'd learned to move on. Through each of those instances, however, not one had actually treated the Tardis like a sentient being. She'd always been his reliable companion and so he thought of her as living and breathing because she was. It was a completely novel feeling for him to realize that someone else thought the same as well.
"Doctor, thought you might like some tea," Rose's voice startled him as she walked in with two steaming mugs filled with the tea he'd begun to look forward to. The feeling unnerved him.
She handed him a mug, placed her own on the coffee table and sat down near him. He watched her as he took a long sip of his drink. She was wearing black sweats, a loose white t-shirt and her hair was piled messily atop her head. Her feet were bare and the glimpse of pink nail polish on her toes made him smile again. He didn't understand why.
"Do you think it looks nice?" she asked softly.
He averted his eyes before she could catch him looking at her. Placing his mug on the table, he responded with a , "What?"
"The Tardis. The decorations. Do you think she likes them?"
The question made his attention snap back to her, "What?" The word sounded more surprised now than ignored.
Rose looked at him and rolled her eyes, "Do you think she likes the decorations, Doctor." Each word was spoken with such slow attention that he hoped she didn't think he'd lied about being as smart of a being as he truly was.
"I'm...it....she seems to enjoy having someone who enjoys getting into the holidays aboard," it was the only thing he could think of saying, mostly because it was true. The Tardis had been humming with something like happiness since Rose had first joined them.
Rose gave him a huge grin and then leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. She was still smiling.
The Doctor sat incredulous while looking at her because the gaze in her eyes was unmistakably filled with love for the Tardis.
While looking at her, his hearts beat quicker and harder than they had in awhile.
cold
Rose walked on the snow with small steps. It was Christmas Eve 1984 in some small town in the United States. As far as she could understand, the town they were in was located in a desert. It was cold, but bearable and the Doctor had gone to look for some hot chocolate for them.
It was quiet in the center of town. The Doctor explained that not everywhere did the people bustle until the wee hours, even on Christmas Eve. The square had a large tree, nothing compared to the one she'd seen photos of or on TV in New York City, but a big tree nonetheless. She looked up towards the mountains that seemed to hug the city and stared at the enormous star that had been formed with lights on the side of one of them. Rose then looked up into the sky and realized she could see the sprinkle of real stars, ones she had been traveling around for awhile now. It made her smile.
"Here it is Rose, best kind of hot chocolate there is," she heard him say as he handed her a Styrofoam cup filled to the brim with the steaming liquid.
She blew to cool it as much as she could and took a sip. It actually was delicious.
"It's made with hardened Mexican chocolate," he explained. Taking another sip, she could see why they had stopped here. A trip well-justified, she thought.
They drank and finished their chocolate in pleasant silence, throwing their cups when they were done. The liquid had made her body warm as she was drinking it, but it's absence made her feel the cold deeper into her bones.
Noticing this, the Doctor said, "Oh, almost forgot, brought these along...just in case."
After digging into his pockets, he unearthed a pair of rainbow-colored mittens. The Doctor grabbed her hands and, one by one, placed each of the mittens on her hands. Then he took her hands in his and blew his warm breath into them. Instantly, she could feel the warmth returning to her hands and all throughout the body.
And inside, she knew that it was because of much more than the hot chocolate and mittens.
Five