Doctor Who and its characters are owned by the BBC and sadly not by me
This was a little ficlet I wrote at Christmas. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
As the TARDIS disappeared from Cardiff 1869 and they caught their last glimpse of ol Charlieboy, the Doctor turned to Rose.
"That didn't quite go to plan did it?" he remarked.
"It wasn't all bad," she laughed, "well apart from ending up in Cardiff instead of Naples. Oh and almost getting killed and possessed by an alien species."
"Yeah, not your everyday kind of Christmas was it?," he said ruefully. "Not even time to make a Christmas wish."
Rose smiled. It seemed the Doctor did listen when she spoke. She had been telling him how it was a tradition for her and her mother to make a secret wish each on Christmas day. She never expected him to remember or to even mention it again.
"It's okay Doctor," answered Rose. "I don't need to make one," she stated truthfully. "I got everything I ever wanted the moment you invited me to come with you."
The Doctor looked shocked for a few seconds before pulling Rose into a joyful hug. Inside he felt a happiness that had not been present in a long time. "Yeah me too, Rose," he replied warmly. "I meant what I said down in the morgue. I am glad I met you." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Merry Christmas Rose."
Rose grinned. It really was better with two. She hugged him tighter before softly whispering "Merry Christmas to you too Doctor."