Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Okay, it's not Christmas yet, but it will be in about thirteen hours.

Originally, this was going to be several chapters, but I ended up only having time for two. I'll be posting the second chapter either tonight or tomorrow morning before all the Christmas craziness starts. I hope you all enjoy, have a very Merry Christmas, and remember the true reason for this wonderful holiday.

Chapter One

Traveling

One of Sashura Makarova's favorite things about the TARDIS was that it could be any day she wanted it to be. It could be her birthday for a week, Saturday for a month, or Christmas for an entire year. What with all the things the Doctor did for herself and Rose when they celebrated things, it was a surprise they weren't spoiled rotton.

The Doctor and Rose were currently trying to decide where they should go next. The Doctor wanted to take them to Barcelona, the planet. And Rose was leaning that direction. But Shura had a different idea. "I want to go to Christmas."

"Which one?" the Doctor asked when Rose expressed her agreement to that plan.

"The first one."

~~~~DW~~~~

Rose and Shura had to scrounge for a while before they were able to find something in the wardrobe that they could wear that wouldn't get them stoned or something.

"I didn't realize it would be this hard to find something to wear," Shura commented as she and Rose got changed.

"I know! I thought the TARDIS had everything." The sound of machinery groaning made them laugh.

"You know we love you," Shura assured the ship. With ease, she pulled her dark hair back and tucked it neatly under the headscarf. Rose was having trouble though.

"Let me help you with that," Shura said, approaching her friend. Rose gratefully relinquished control of her hair.

"How did you get it done so easily?" she asked.

"Padme taught me how to work with lots of different hairstyles. She has a few that are similar to this, so I just adapted it." She stepped back, "There, perfect."

They were both wearing long robes of rough material that draped all the way down to the floor. Rose's was red, and Shura's was a rich, chocolate brown that set off her light skin. They were both wearing jeans and normal shoes underneath the robes though, since adventures with the Doctor tended to require a lot of running.

Shura wore her newest signal-dampening bracelet that the Doctor hoped would keep her from seeing things that weren't really there. If only she could be sure it would actually work.

They returned to the Console room to find the Doctor standing impatiently by the door. "Did you really need all that time to dressed?" he asked.

"We had to find these outfits first," Shura protested. "And Rose needed my help with her hair."

The Doctor muttered something that they couldn't really understand, and beckoned them to join him. He, of course, hadn't changed clothes. He just wore his normal, pinstriped suit and Converse.

He grinned at them and pulled open the door.