[fanfic] Santa Baby
Title: Santa Baby
Author: thewaterbandit
Character(s) or Pairing(s): The Doctor, Amy, Rory
Rating: G
Summary: flying_girl73 asked for 'the Doctor and some of his companions (and maybe enemies) do a Secret Santa'. I'm afraid I fiddled with it a little bit because Christmas shopping has been on my mind lately! Rory, Amy and the Doctor all go about Christmas shopping in their own ways.
And oh, hey fanfic mojo! I think I may be on the way to getting you back!
Amy had more or less forgotten why she'd come into the shop in the first place. Bookshops did that to her. Instead, she was squatting next to the Travel section, hands shaking under the weight of a massive photo-book-cum-atlas. The page was currently open on the Amazon rainforest. It was so green- a bright vivid emerald totally unlike the stewed green of Britain or the dark velvet of the forest where she'd met the Weeping Angels. Amy turned another page, completely entranced. If I ask, she thought, hand tracing the sinuous trail of a river, he'll take me here. He'll take me anywhere I want. All of space and time and every star there ever was.
She'd been afraid that travelling would have gotten old by now. Too dangerous, or too sad. Amy shut the book and grinned. The world was still exciting, she decided. And she still wanted to adventure. And this, she remembered suddenly, would probably be a good present for the Doctor.
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The scarf pooled in Rory's hands. He turned it over for the eighty-fifth time, feeling a bit of a fool. Of course Amy would like it. She liked red (it was her favourite colour. She'd always liked bold things) and it would be useful. Amy wasn't a girl who appreciated useless things. He pinched the fabric absently, feeling the softness of the cashmere. Somewhere, some part of his brain told him that this wasn't the right way to celebrate Sol Invictus, but he pushed it down. Back to the Latin and the legionary training and the weird dreams about two thousand years of history that never happened. Instead, Rory took the scarf up to the counter and paid. It was deeply weird, he decided, doing normal things when you knew that you'd go back to your time machine afterwards.
Speaking of the time machine, what was he going to get the Doctor? What did you buy a nine-hundred year old bowtie wearing alien? He'd barely known what to get Amy and she was his fianc-wife. Socks? his brain volunteered desperately. Rory nodded. Socks.
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Christmas was a tricky time in the TARDIS. Of course, technically speaking, all holidays were tricky times as time travel meant that if you really wanted to you could experience Christmas, Easter, Halloween then Christmas again (and that was just the Western Earth festivals) but Christmas was especially so. The Doctor reckoned it was his own fault for picking so many companions from twentieth-century Earth. They did get all emotional about Christmas. So despite him explaining this in a very clear and comprehensive way to Amy, she had still insisted on presents this year. The Doctor was terrible at buying presents. Most of his gifts were rides on the TARDIS.
This was what he'd decided to give Rory and Amy, anyway, allowing the Doctor time to mooch about the streets and the inevitable to happen. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the tinkle of breaking glass and a scream. The skies darkened. He looked around to see Rory and Amy appear. And, in a Christmas tradition as old as turkey and trees the Doctor ran towards the trouble.
Author: thewaterbandit
Character(s) or Pairing(s): The Doctor, Amy, Rory
Rating: G
Summary: flying_girl73 asked for 'the Doctor and some of his companions (and maybe enemies) do a Secret Santa'. I'm afraid I fiddled with it a little bit because Christmas shopping has been on my mind lately! Rory, Amy and the Doctor all go about Christmas shopping in their own ways.
And oh, hey fanfic mojo! I think I may be on the way to getting you back!
Amy had more or less forgotten why she'd come into the shop in the first place. Bookshops did that to her. Instead, she was squatting next to the Travel section, hands shaking under the weight of a massive photo-book-cum-atlas. The page was currently open on the Amazon rainforest. It was so green- a bright vivid emerald totally unlike the stewed green of Britain or the dark velvet of the forest where she'd met the Weeping Angels. Amy turned another page, completely entranced. If I ask, she thought, hand tracing the sinuous trail of a river, he'll take me here. He'll take me anywhere I want. All of space and time and every star there ever was.
She'd been afraid that travelling would have gotten old by now. Too dangerous, or too sad. Amy shut the book and grinned. The world was still exciting, she decided. And she still wanted to adventure. And this, she remembered suddenly, would probably be a good present for the Doctor.
---
The scarf pooled in Rory's hands. He turned it over for the eighty-fifth time, feeling a bit of a fool. Of course Amy would like it. She liked red (it was her favourite colour. She'd always liked bold things) and it would be useful. Amy wasn't a girl who appreciated useless things. He pinched the fabric absently, feeling the softness of the cashmere. Somewhere, some part of his brain told him that this wasn't the right way to celebrate Sol Invictus, but he pushed it down. Back to the Latin and the legionary training and the weird dreams about two thousand years of history that never happened. Instead, Rory took the scarf up to the counter and paid. It was deeply weird, he decided, doing normal things when you knew that you'd go back to your time machine afterwards.
Speaking of the time machine, what was he going to get the Doctor? What did you buy a nine-hundred year old bowtie wearing alien? He'd barely known what to get Amy and she was his fianc-wife. Socks? his brain volunteered desperately. Rory nodded. Socks.
---
Christmas was a tricky time in the TARDIS. Of course, technically speaking, all holidays were tricky times as time travel meant that if you really wanted to you could experience Christmas, Easter, Halloween then Christmas again (and that was just the Western Earth festivals) but Christmas was especially so. The Doctor reckoned it was his own fault for picking so many companions from twentieth-century Earth. They did get all emotional about Christmas. So despite him explaining this in a very clear and comprehensive way to Amy, she had still insisted on presents this year. The Doctor was terrible at buying presents. Most of his gifts were rides on the TARDIS.
This was what he'd decided to give Rory and Amy, anyway, allowing the Doctor time to mooch about the streets and the inevitable to happen. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the tinkle of breaking glass and a scream. The skies darkened. He looked around to see Rory and Amy appear. And, in a Christmas tradition as old as turkey and trees the Doctor ran towards the trouble.