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• THE DOCTOR LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

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Christmas Eve. 2009.

The Doctor loved Christmas! Back when he was a wee Time Lord, the first place he ever landed was London on Christmas Eve. He promised himself he'd never miss another Christmas ever, but that promise went into the same pile as "Lose weight" and "Regenerate a better hairline" and "Stop leaving companions in other universes". But the Doctor had never quite gotten the hang of New Years'. (He once spent several hours commiserating on the similarity between the confusing nature of New Years and Thursdays with one Arthur Dent, who will sadly not be appearing in this piece of narrative. -editor)

But! Through all his travels in space and time, he still hadn't quite figured out what Christmas was for exactly. Except as a yearly excuse for turkey, too much wine, and plum pudding (all of which the Doctor approved of). This year, though, as he strode the streets on this wonderful Christmas Eve, the Doctor decided he would figure out exactly what Christmas was all about.

This may or may not have included use of a intergalactic manipulative detector and a full pack of radio stellar isotopian crystals. Oh, and a cup of hot chocolate. In a festively-coloured cup.

There was a lovely light snow, and the Doctor grinned madly at the stars. Christmas. This year, he was going to figure out what it was all about.


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OOC: Open thread, feel free to tag in as if your character is a passerby or as if your character is a long-standing companion! I'll be working on this thread up until the New Year, most likely! Everyone from any verse (or no verse!) is welcome, just let me know if you'd prefer it from a community or specific universe! And, for this thread, threadhopping is totally welcome!

Happy Holidays, everyone! &hearts
FOR THE DRABBLE MEME.


Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away


She lives a hard life.

He can tell, because she doesn't talk about the things she does, she just does them. Does them, and then grins over at him with wide eyes that are much too innocent to possibly be genuine.

She tells him she's died before.

She tells him she's killed before.

The way her voice stays calm and unwavering shows him that she's neither ashamed nor surprised by her actions. He immediately wants to dislike her, but he can't. Even when she follows him around on the Plane, demanding things be explained and asking him questions he doesn't want to answer. Despite everything, she's verymuch like him. Very very like him.

He thinks he might love her. But not like a lover, surely. More like a wonderful child, one who admires him while he occasionally dotes and frequently neglects her. Much like the other children in his life.

"You should travel," he tells her while she hovers over him and one of his experiments.

"Where?" she asks. It's not a question of why with her. He's probably right, she decides that on her own. She simply accepts that this is how the universe is and she is the only way she can be. She also accepts him for who he is, even if he frustrates her at times.

She's younger than he is, but he often thinks he can learn a lot from her. She's not really a child, and she's certainly too old for him to neglect. She cares for herself. She's strong enough on her own.

He decides it might be time.

"Anywhere," he says, holding the door to the TARDIS for her.

She grins, and it's as if a light has gone on in the dark Plane. She beams with the brightness of a thousand suns, and not one of them are false. He likes her best when she is not false. And he can't help but grin back.

And there they are, two old and lonely killers grinning at each other in the middle of an impossible machine.

It's wonderful.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 346
Based on RP with [livejournal.com profile] oldoldghost in [livejournal.com profile] realityshifted
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