Please don't ask why I'm writing a Christmas fic in the middle of August. If I wait till December, I'll forget.

They are not mine. My classic series DVD collection (comprising Robot, Ark in Space, Genesis of the Daleks, Pyramids of Mars and Hand of Fear) does belong to me.

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Sarah Jane was jumping about the TARDIS like an excited child. It was Christmas Eve and the Doctor was taking her and Harry home for Christmas. She and Harry had decorated the ship so that it looked very festive indeed, and as said medical officer entered the room just in time to see Sarah wobble unsteadily on a stepladder, only to find she was too small to get the tinsel as high as she liked it, he couldn't help smiling. Her enthusiasm was very infectious. The Doctor was off somewhere looking for something, leaving them to finish decorating.

"There. That'll have to do," Sarah conceded, climbing down the ladder. She had fixed some ribbon into her hair. "Looking forward to Christmas, Harry?" she grinned.

"Yes, quite a lot," he replied, as the TARDIS landed with a thud. Harry looked at the monitor screen and gulped.

"What's wrong?" Sarah said, padding over to the monitor. Then she saw what was on it.

"DOCTOR!!!!!!" Her yell echoed through the corridors loud enough to let the Doctor know he was in serious trouble. He decided to get the worst over with quickly and gulped before entering the console room. Sarah and Harry were standing by the console. Harry looked exasperated, and Sarah furious.

"UNIT HQ, you said. Does that look like UNIT HQ to you?" Sarah began. "And no, it's not Harry's fault," she added, sensing (correctly) what the Doctor was going to say next.

"We're not even in the right year," Harry chipped in, adding further insult to injury.

"What makes you say that?"
Sarah pointed to a sign that said "HAPPY CHRISTMAS NYC 1984!"

The Doctor tried vainly to find a silver lining. "Well, at least, we're on earth. We might have ended up on Mars for some reason." He offered, not seeming the least bit perturbed by the botched landing.

Sarah groaned, and started off for her jacket, followed by Harry. The Doctor waited for them, and when hey were all jacketed up to facet the extreme temperatures, they stepped out into the busy street.

"Oh, it's freezing!" Sarah cried, jamming her hands into her pocket, her gloves doing nothing to keep out the cold.

"It'll make England seem roasting now," Harry agreed, turning around to keep out of the face of the biting winter wind.

"Well, it's not so bad. I've been to much colder places," the Doctor said, quite glad of his scarf.

"Big deal. For give me for pointing out the obvious, Doctor, but most people haven't got access to a TARDIS." Sarah was still a bit annoyed. He had 365 days in a year to mess it up and he chose this one!

"Well, there's no use standing about. We may as well go for a look around," The Doctor said.

"Come on, old thing," Harry said, but Sarah's attention had been caught by something across the street. The very sight of it seemed to put her in shock.

Materialising, on the street corner, was another TARDIS.

"Doctor!" He turned round at Sarah's shout, and came back.

"What the matter, Sarah Jane?" he said, startled by her panic.

"Another TARDIS just appeared, over there," Harry said, realising this was not good.

"Doctor? Doctor, are you alright?" Sarah shook his arm.

" Oh dear. This is bad. This is not good at all. This will take some investigating."
On Christmas Eve too! Thought Sarah.