Christmas Ficathon: Day 13
Title: Traditions, Part 4
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 867
Summary: The Doctor decides to have Christmas in the TARDIS. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
I AM NOT LATE WITH THIS. IT'S BEFORE MIDNIGHT SOMEWHERE.
Anyway. Just another little excerpt from the Christmas bit in my NaNo fic. Lead-in to some smutty goodtiems. Enjoy.
She was in the projection room, sitting on the floor on one of the large cushions she had procured from Rassilon knew where. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she was gazing up at the screen with a small, serene smile playing across her features. She had the settings adjusted to display the scene immediately outside the TARDIS, simply enough. The Doctor recognized the open field and distant evergreen forest, with the soft glow of the distant village lighting up the far corner of the sky. Thick flakes of snow were drifting down lazily from the sky, giving the illusion of snow falling into the room itself. Even the Doctor found it enchanting, and he imagined it must have been why Tegan selected that particular scene. Her sketch pad lay beside her, a drawing of the village begun but abandoned before she had managed to outline most of it. She seemed to be content simply to stare at the scene in front of her.
The Christmas tree they had procured the other day stood in the center of the room next to the small console. It was decorated simply enough with the string of lights the Doctor had managed to find in one of the TARDIS’ many storage rooms. He smiled faintly, remembering the scandalized look Tegan had given him when he had announced he had no ornaments for the tree.
“Christmas is not something I have much opportunity to celebrate, Tegan.” He had told her with a pat to her shoulder. She had seemed to perk up when he brought out the lights, delighted when, after a bit of fiddling with the electronics, he had managed to make them flicker and twinkle much like stars. They cast a cool silvery light in the dimness of the projection room, making Tegan’s skin look pale in the cast of light. The room was filled with the faint strings of a slow jazz number, though he couldn’t recall having showed Tegan how to work the TARDIS’ sound system. The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile; it was just the kind of thing she would have figured out on her own. Anything to create an atmosphere around her, though he hadn’t taken her for a jazz enthusiast at all.
The Doctor moved silently to stand beside Tegan, looking down at her.
“Lovely view, but you could have simply gone outside, Tegan.”
She looked up at the Doctor slowly, a lazy smile playing across her face.
“Much warmer in here.” The Doctor hummed his assent and sat next to her.
“Good Christmas, Tegan?” His hand rested across her shoulders, and she leaned back into him easily, watching the snow drift down.
“Unconventional. But nice.” She glanced up to catch a partial view of his lopsided grin meeting her smirk.
“Unconventional is rather part and parcel to my lifestyle, Tegan. Surely you’ve grown used to that by now.” She snorted out a laugh and shook her head slowly.
“Most days, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She attempted to stifle a yawn, her last words lost as she gave in to the urge. The Doctor’s hand tightened across her shoulders in a brief squeeze and he stood, holding out his hand to help her up.
“Come, Tegan. It’s been a long day.” She accepted the help, but didn’t release his hand, pulling him against her instead and beginning to move easily to the slow rhythm of the music. The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at her, but his hand slipped about her waist and he began to follow her lead.
“Don’t dance much, Doc?”
“Not as such, no. I don’t tend to have much use for it, Tegan.”
“You’re doing quite well, though.”
“I said I don’t dance often, Tegan. Not that I can’t dance at all.” The Doctor’s gaze lowered to her face with a slightly reproachful look, almost overtaken by the gentleness of his features in the soft light of the room. He reinforced the point by taking the lead in their dance, and Tegan’s hand tightened on his shoulder in response, easily matching the change in rhythm. He smiled at her, amused, and continued to keep his arms about her as the song ended and they slowed, regarding each other in the soft silver light of the projection room.
“Oh, I almost forgot, Doc.” She smiled up at him quite cheekily. “I have a present for you.”
The Doctor blinked. “A present? Tegan, really. That wasn’t necessary.”
She bit her lip. “Aren’t you curious what it is?”
The Doctor did look as if he was repressing a reasonable level of curiosity. Tegan grinned.
“We might want to head somewhere a little more comfortable first.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh? Why’s that?”
She smiled, immensely satisfied with herself before leaning in to whisper her answer in the doctor’s ear. “Because I’m wearing it.”
The Doctor blinked at her, casting his eyes down at her attire with a confused look.
“Tegan-”
She watched with rapidly increasing amusement as knowledge seemed to dawn on the Doctor, and his expression changed to one of surprise, and then curiosity. And then he began to blush.
“Ah.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 867
Summary: The Doctor decides to have Christmas in the TARDIS. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
I AM NOT LATE WITH THIS. IT'S BEFORE MIDNIGHT SOMEWHERE.
Anyway. Just another little excerpt from the Christmas bit in my NaNo fic. Lead-in to some smutty goodtiems. Enjoy.
She was in the projection room, sitting on the floor on one of the large cushions she had procured from Rassilon knew where. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she was gazing up at the screen with a small, serene smile playing across her features. She had the settings adjusted to display the scene immediately outside the TARDIS, simply enough. The Doctor recognized the open field and distant evergreen forest, with the soft glow of the distant village lighting up the far corner of the sky. Thick flakes of snow were drifting down lazily from the sky, giving the illusion of snow falling into the room itself. Even the Doctor found it enchanting, and he imagined it must have been why Tegan selected that particular scene. Her sketch pad lay beside her, a drawing of the village begun but abandoned before she had managed to outline most of it. She seemed to be content simply to stare at the scene in front of her.
The Christmas tree they had procured the other day stood in the center of the room next to the small console. It was decorated simply enough with the string of lights the Doctor had managed to find in one of the TARDIS’ many storage rooms. He smiled faintly, remembering the scandalized look Tegan had given him when he had announced he had no ornaments for the tree.
“Christmas is not something I have much opportunity to celebrate, Tegan.” He had told her with a pat to her shoulder. She had seemed to perk up when he brought out the lights, delighted when, after a bit of fiddling with the electronics, he had managed to make them flicker and twinkle much like stars. They cast a cool silvery light in the dimness of the projection room, making Tegan’s skin look pale in the cast of light. The room was filled with the faint strings of a slow jazz number, though he couldn’t recall having showed Tegan how to work the TARDIS’ sound system. The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile; it was just the kind of thing she would have figured out on her own. Anything to create an atmosphere around her, though he hadn’t taken her for a jazz enthusiast at all.
The Doctor moved silently to stand beside Tegan, looking down at her.
“Lovely view, but you could have simply gone outside, Tegan.”
She looked up at the Doctor slowly, a lazy smile playing across her face.
“Much warmer in here.” The Doctor hummed his assent and sat next to her.
“Good Christmas, Tegan?” His hand rested across her shoulders, and she leaned back into him easily, watching the snow drift down.
“Unconventional. But nice.” She glanced up to catch a partial view of his lopsided grin meeting her smirk.
“Unconventional is rather part and parcel to my lifestyle, Tegan. Surely you’ve grown used to that by now.” She snorted out a laugh and shook her head slowly.
“Most days, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She attempted to stifle a yawn, her last words lost as she gave in to the urge. The Doctor’s hand tightened across her shoulders in a brief squeeze and he stood, holding out his hand to help her up.
“Come, Tegan. It’s been a long day.” She accepted the help, but didn’t release his hand, pulling him against her instead and beginning to move easily to the slow rhythm of the music. The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at her, but his hand slipped about her waist and he began to follow her lead.
“Don’t dance much, Doc?”
“Not as such, no. I don’t tend to have much use for it, Tegan.”
“You’re doing quite well, though.”
“I said I don’t dance often, Tegan. Not that I can’t dance at all.” The Doctor’s gaze lowered to her face with a slightly reproachful look, almost overtaken by the gentleness of his features in the soft light of the room. He reinforced the point by taking the lead in their dance, and Tegan’s hand tightened on his shoulder in response, easily matching the change in rhythm. He smiled at her, amused, and continued to keep his arms about her as the song ended and they slowed, regarding each other in the soft silver light of the projection room.
“Oh, I almost forgot, Doc.” She smiled up at him quite cheekily. “I have a present for you.”
The Doctor blinked. “A present? Tegan, really. That wasn’t necessary.”
She bit her lip. “Aren’t you curious what it is?”
The Doctor did look as if he was repressing a reasonable level of curiosity. Tegan grinned.
“We might want to head somewhere a little more comfortable first.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh? Why’s that?”
She smiled, immensely satisfied with herself before leaning in to whisper her answer in the doctor’s ear. “Because I’m wearing it.”
The Doctor blinked at her, casting his eyes down at her attire with a confused look.
“Tegan-”
She watched with rapidly increasing amusement as knowledge seemed to dawn on the Doctor, and his expression changed to one of surprise, and then curiosity. And then he began to blush.
“Ah.”