Some Christmas fun for Chocobelle.
Title: A Merry TARDIS Christmas
Genres: Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Prompt: Dr. Ten, Buffy, sugar cookies
My thanks to chocobell1212 for playing along with me and to nursesparky for her beta help.
The Doctor’s head bobbed up at the sound. True, it was rarely quiet in the TARDIS, but there were the regular every day sounds he was used to and then there was…
Tap, tap, tap.
He couldn’t quite place it at first. It was soft, as if it was afraid of being heard, but still brave enough to try.
Tap, tap, tap!
This time, the noise was louder, but he still couldn’t place it.
TAP, TAP, TAP!
“Oh, the door.” He smacked his forehead and felt like a git talking to himself, but with Rose home for the holidays - Jackie had insisted - he felt a bit at loose ends. Then and again, it wasn’t often that anyone came knocking on his front door, as it were.
Cautiously, he cracked the TARDIS’s door open and looked down at the snow-covered figure there holding an equally snow-covered package.
“About freaking time. I was freezing out here!” She pushed her way in, for it was a woman, closely followed by a second figure.
“Yeah, what she said.” The Doctor smiled as he recognized the second person.
“William!”
The vampire grinned at him. “Hello, Doctor. You remember Buffy.”
“Yes, the young woman with the unfortunate job description, considering her choice of companions.”
“Tell me about it.” Buffy took off her cap and shook her head to resettle her hair, smiling as she did so. The Doctor watched as Spike’s eyes grew soft. He wondered if that’s how he looked when he spoke of Rose. Even though she’d only been gone a couple of days, it felt like a month. He always forgot how lonely the TARDIS felt when he was on his own.
“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” He gestured to them a set of swivel chairs. “They aren’t that comfortable, but it’s either that or the floor.”
“Spike told me he heard the TARDIS last night, so I… we thought we’d bring you some sugar cookies.” She held out a bright red-and-green container.
“Lovely.” The Doctor hesitated as he opened the container. Previous experience had taught him that while Buffy tried hard, but cooking somehow eluded the Slayer. He took a cautious bite and then a bigger one. Not only were the cookies were beautifully and festively decorated, they were... “These are delicious.”
“Thanks. They’re store bought. It’s safer.” She sighed. “My friends hate my cookies. I try but the directions are so confusing. I mean, like baking soda… what kind of soda? Coke, Sprite, root beer? They are so vague.”
The Doctor shot a look at Spike, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned. Having lived through some of Rose’s failed attempts at cooking, he could understand the reaction. “I still appreciate the sentiment. These are very good.” He shook the crumbs from his fingers and considered a second one, but first held out the box to his visitors.
Spike chose a decapitated Santa and offered the head to Buffy. She made a face, but took it. “We are also here to invite you to Christmas dinner, if you’d like.”
“Oh, I don’t know-“
Buffy shot a look at Spike. “You promised…”
“You heard the lady. Don’t make me bite you,” Spike threatened, half joking. “You’d probably give me indigestion. Besides, the Watcher is cooking. He may not be the best in hand-to-hand combat, but he makes great Yorkshire puddings.”
“It’s a kind offer, but Jackie…”
“Is Jackie your new companion?”
The Doctor choked on his cookie at that point and Buffy pounded on his back. “Sorry, crumb went the wrong way. No, Jackie is her mother and a force to be reckoned with.”
“You like strong women.”
“Not like her. Anyhow, she’s expecting me for dinner tomorrow.”
“Then that works out fine. We’re asking for tonight.”
“But I---”
“You do realize that we are both stronger than you, don’t you?” Buffy asked cheerfully. “I can always pick you up and carry you there.”
“Just let me get ready. I’ll be there in what an hour?”
“And let you bugger off?” Spike shook his head. “Sorry, old son, you are coming with us. You’re going to have a merry Christmas if we have to shove it down your throat.”
Buffy pulled out her phone. “One call and the party comes here.”
“Threat or promise, your decision.”
The Doctor hesitated and then rubbed his hands together and grabbed his jacket. “Well, since you put it like that, let’s go.”
Buffy linked arms with him as they walked out of the TARDIS and towards Giles’s apartment. “And just for the record, I was joking about the baking soda.”
“No, she wasn’t.”
“Shut up, Spike.”
“Or what, Slayer? You gonna stake me?”
No matter how it was sliced, it was going to be a long Christmas Eve.
Genres: Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Prompt: Dr. Ten, Buffy, sugar cookies
My thanks to chocobell1212 for playing along with me and to nursesparky for her beta help.
The Doctor’s head bobbed up at the sound. True, it was rarely quiet in the TARDIS, but there were the regular every day sounds he was used to and then there was…
Tap, tap, tap.
He couldn’t quite place it at first. It was soft, as if it was afraid of being heard, but still brave enough to try.
Tap, tap, tap!
This time, the noise was louder, but he still couldn’t place it.
TAP, TAP, TAP!
“Oh, the door.” He smacked his forehead and felt like a git talking to himself, but with Rose home for the holidays - Jackie had insisted - he felt a bit at loose ends. Then and again, it wasn’t often that anyone came knocking on his front door, as it were.
Cautiously, he cracked the TARDIS’s door open and looked down at the snow-covered figure there holding an equally snow-covered package.
“About freaking time. I was freezing out here!” She pushed her way in, for it was a woman, closely followed by a second figure.
“Yeah, what she said.” The Doctor smiled as he recognized the second person.
“William!”
The vampire grinned at him. “Hello, Doctor. You remember Buffy.”
“Yes, the young woman with the unfortunate job description, considering her choice of companions.”
“Tell me about it.” Buffy took off her cap and shook her head to resettle her hair, smiling as she did so. The Doctor watched as Spike’s eyes grew soft. He wondered if that’s how he looked when he spoke of Rose. Even though she’d only been gone a couple of days, it felt like a month. He always forgot how lonely the TARDIS felt when he was on his own.
“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” He gestured to them a set of swivel chairs. “They aren’t that comfortable, but it’s either that or the floor.”
“Spike told me he heard the TARDIS last night, so I… we thought we’d bring you some sugar cookies.” She held out a bright red-and-green container.
“Lovely.” The Doctor hesitated as he opened the container. Previous experience had taught him that while Buffy tried hard, but cooking somehow eluded the Slayer. He took a cautious bite and then a bigger one. Not only were the cookies were beautifully and festively decorated, they were... “These are delicious.”
“Thanks. They’re store bought. It’s safer.” She sighed. “My friends hate my cookies. I try but the directions are so confusing. I mean, like baking soda… what kind of soda? Coke, Sprite, root beer? They are so vague.”
The Doctor shot a look at Spike, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned. Having lived through some of Rose’s failed attempts at cooking, he could understand the reaction. “I still appreciate the sentiment. These are very good.” He shook the crumbs from his fingers and considered a second one, but first held out the box to his visitors.
Spike chose a decapitated Santa and offered the head to Buffy. She made a face, but took it. “We are also here to invite you to Christmas dinner, if you’d like.”
“Oh, I don’t know-“
Buffy shot a look at Spike. “You promised…”
“You heard the lady. Don’t make me bite you,” Spike threatened, half joking. “You’d probably give me indigestion. Besides, the Watcher is cooking. He may not be the best in hand-to-hand combat, but he makes great Yorkshire puddings.”
“It’s a kind offer, but Jackie…”
“Is Jackie your new companion?”
The Doctor choked on his cookie at that point and Buffy pounded on his back. “Sorry, crumb went the wrong way. No, Jackie is her mother and a force to be reckoned with.”
“You like strong women.”
“Not like her. Anyhow, she’s expecting me for dinner tomorrow.”
“Then that works out fine. We’re asking for tonight.”
“But I---”
“You do realize that we are both stronger than you, don’t you?” Buffy asked cheerfully. “I can always pick you up and carry you there.”
“Just let me get ready. I’ll be there in what an hour?”
“And let you bugger off?” Spike shook his head. “Sorry, old son, you are coming with us. You’re going to have a merry Christmas if we have to shove it down your throat.”
Buffy pulled out her phone. “One call and the party comes here.”
“Threat or promise, your decision.”
The Doctor hesitated and then rubbed his hands together and grabbed his jacket. “Well, since you put it like that, let’s go.”
Buffy linked arms with him as they walked out of the TARDIS and towards Giles’s apartment. “And just for the record, I was joking about the baking soda.”
“No, she wasn’t.”
“Shut up, Spike.”
“Or what, Slayer? You gonna stake me?”
No matter how it was sliced, it was going to be a long Christmas Eve.