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Sorry, I couldn't resist ... a sequel to this (long) post. LJ-cut for lengthiness.
No, I'm not drunk, and you don't have to be either. Just go to the Drabble-Matic and do what it says on the tin.
The Miracle Of The Kittycat
The Doctor hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like the Time Vortex swirling with pretty colors. He loathed it.
Every December, the Doctor would feel himself getting all fussy inside. He refused to put up a Christmas TARDIS key, he snapped at anyone rubbish enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, the Doctor had to go to the mall to buy an adorable water pistol. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing passionately around and so much Christmas music blaring lovingly, he thought his hip would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a brilliant man collecting for charity. the Doctor never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the brilliant man dropped his bells and ran under the skies of Cardiff. There was a loud kittycat right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the brilliant man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
The Doctor rushed out and tragically pushed them both out of the way. There was a dorky bang and then everything went dark.
When the Doctor woke up, he was in a shiny room. There was a Christmas TARDIS key in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, the Doctor's knee hurt. A lot.
The brilliant man came into the room. "I'm so obnoxious!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Jack. You saved me from the truck. But your knee is broken."
The Doctor hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas TARDIS key up and his knee was broken, he felt quite mysterious, especially when he looked at Jack.
"Your knee must hurt heavily," Jack said. "I think this will help." And he bounced the Doctor several times.
Now the Doctor felt very mysterious indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Jack. "I love you," he said, and kissed Jack joyfully.
"I love you too," said Jack. Just then, the kittycat ran into the room and nuzzled the Doctor's TARDIS. "I brought him home with us," Jack said.
"We'll call him Miracle," the Doctor said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Amused Lang Syne
Rose sipped grouchily at her drink and stood amused behind a sonic screwdriver. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel bouncy and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how confused her left hip got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Rose knew very well why she was at the party: to see the Doctor.
Ah, the Doctor. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his strong nose made Rose's heart beat like the wind singing in the silver trees at sunset.
But tonight everyone was masked. Rose peered merrily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was the Doctor. There, she thought, the man over by the Union Jack tee shirt, the dorky one with the Jack mask. It had to be the Doctor. No one else could look so cryptic, even in a Jack mask.
He began to walk Rose's way and Rose started to panic. What if he actually talked to Rose?
the Doctor came right up to Rose and Rose thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," the Doctor said swiftly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the black leather jacket," Rose said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so stoic.
Just then, a swift voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Rose's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that the Doctor might ...
"Happy New Year!"
the Doctor swept Rose into his arms, bent her up a tree without a paddle, and kissed Rose passionately, slipping her the tongue and groping her hair.
Rose could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out sweetly and pulled the Doctor's mask off his face. It was the Doctor! "I knew it was you," Rose said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," the Doctor said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Rose watched him go. He would be right back, Rose was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
The Miracle Of The Pterodactyl
Tosh hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it like a raging Weevil. She loathed it.
Every December, Tosh would feel herself getting all cryptic inside. She refused to put up a Christmas SUV, she snapped at anyone graceful enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Tosh had to go to the mall to buy a dorky laptop. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing swiftly around and so much Christmas music blaring sweetly, she thought her heart would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a sexy man collecting for charity. Tosh never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the sexy man dropped his bells and ran on the Plass. There was a brilliant pterodactyl right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the sexy man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Tosh rushed out and passionately pushed them both out of the way. There was a smart bang and then everything went dark.
When Tosh woke up, she was in a bouncy room. There was a Christmas SUV in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Tosh's left hip hurt. A lot.
The sexy man came into the room. "I'm so stoic!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Owen. You saved me from the truck. But your left hip is broken."
Tosh hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas SUV up and her left hip was broken, she felt quite amused, especially when she looked at Owen.
"Your left hip must hurt grouchily," Owen said. "I think this will help." And he snogged Tosh several times.
Now Tosh felt very amused indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Owen. "I love you," she said, and kissed Owen merrily.
"I love you too," said Owen. Just then, the pterodactyl ran into the room and nuzzled Tosh's right ear. "I brought him home with us," Owen said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Tosh said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
No, I'm not drunk, and you don't have to be either. Just go to the Drabble-Matic and do what it says on the tin.
The Miracle Of The Kittycat
The Doctor hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like the Time Vortex swirling with pretty colors. He loathed it.
Every December, the Doctor would feel himself getting all fussy inside. He refused to put up a Christmas TARDIS key, he snapped at anyone rubbish enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, the Doctor had to go to the mall to buy an adorable water pistol. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing passionately around and so much Christmas music blaring lovingly, he thought his hip would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a brilliant man collecting for charity. the Doctor never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the brilliant man dropped his bells and ran under the skies of Cardiff. There was a loud kittycat right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the brilliant man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
The Doctor rushed out and tragically pushed them both out of the way. There was a dorky bang and then everything went dark.
When the Doctor woke up, he was in a shiny room. There was a Christmas TARDIS key in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, the Doctor's knee hurt. A lot.
The brilliant man came into the room. "I'm so obnoxious!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Jack. You saved me from the truck. But your knee is broken."
The Doctor hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas TARDIS key up and his knee was broken, he felt quite mysterious, especially when he looked at Jack.
"Your knee must hurt heavily," Jack said. "I think this will help." And he bounced the Doctor several times.
Now the Doctor felt very mysterious indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Jack. "I love you," he said, and kissed Jack joyfully.
"I love you too," said Jack. Just then, the kittycat ran into the room and nuzzled the Doctor's TARDIS. "I brought him home with us," Jack said.
"We'll call him Miracle," the Doctor said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Amused Lang Syne
Rose sipped grouchily at her drink and stood amused behind a sonic screwdriver. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel bouncy and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how confused her left hip got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Rose knew very well why she was at the party: to see the Doctor.
Ah, the Doctor. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his strong nose made Rose's heart beat like the wind singing in the silver trees at sunset.
But tonight everyone was masked. Rose peered merrily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was the Doctor. There, she thought, the man over by the Union Jack tee shirt, the dorky one with the Jack mask. It had to be the Doctor. No one else could look so cryptic, even in a Jack mask.
He began to walk Rose's way and Rose started to panic. What if he actually talked to Rose?
the Doctor came right up to Rose and Rose thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," the Doctor said swiftly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the black leather jacket," Rose said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so stoic.
Just then, a swift voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Rose's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that the Doctor might ...
"Happy New Year!"
the Doctor swept Rose into his arms, bent her up a tree without a paddle, and kissed Rose passionately, slipping her the tongue and groping her hair.
Rose could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out sweetly and pulled the Doctor's mask off his face. It was the Doctor! "I knew it was you," Rose said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," the Doctor said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Rose watched him go. He would be right back, Rose was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
The Miracle Of The Pterodactyl
Tosh hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it like a raging Weevil. She loathed it.
Every December, Tosh would feel herself getting all cryptic inside. She refused to put up a Christmas SUV, she snapped at anyone graceful enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Tosh had to go to the mall to buy a dorky laptop. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing swiftly around and so much Christmas music blaring sweetly, she thought her heart would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a sexy man collecting for charity. Tosh never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the sexy man dropped his bells and ran on the Plass. There was a brilliant pterodactyl right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the sexy man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Tosh rushed out and passionately pushed them both out of the way. There was a smart bang and then everything went dark.
When Tosh woke up, she was in a bouncy room. There was a Christmas SUV in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Tosh's left hip hurt. A lot.
The sexy man came into the room. "I'm so stoic!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Owen. You saved me from the truck. But your left hip is broken."
Tosh hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas SUV up and her left hip was broken, she felt quite amused, especially when she looked at Owen.
"Your left hip must hurt grouchily," Owen said. "I think this will help." And he snogged Tosh several times.
Now Tosh felt very amused indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Owen. "I love you," she said, and kissed Owen merrily.
"I love you too," said Owen. Just then, the pterodactyl ran into the room and nuzzled Tosh's right ear. "I brought him home with us," Owen said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Tosh said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.