Hello! I hope you all had a very merry Christmas/a happy Hanukkah/a spiritually fulfilling Equinox/happy holidays/[insert your own here :D] I absolutely love Christmas - it's my absolute favourite time of the year - family, friends, food, wine and lots of potentially relationship threatening board games :D . And there is SNOW in England, so I'm a very happy girl! Anyway, I was talking with my family on Christmas day, and suddenly got an idea for a cute series of ficlets, so here they are! They're very (VERY) loosely (in some cases, like the one below, barely) themed around the '12 Days of Christmas' song, all feature 10/Rose, and all of them are very fluffy, so be warned :D
Enjoy, Reader
L_M_D
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.
The Doctor sat in the console room, idly flicking through some books that Rose had picked up on their last trip back to Earth. He sniffed. Paused. Sniffed again. There was a distinct smell of burning permeating the console room of his beloved TARDIS. He sniffed once more. Definitely burning. If he wasn't mistaken, and he usually wasn't, it was burning… wine?
The Doctor leaped out of the chair, and sprinted down the TARDIS corridors to the kitchen, his Converse squeaking on the floor as he turned a corner slightly too sharply.
Reaching the kitchen, he was deafened slightly by the excessively loud Christmas music that Rose was playing on the small transistor radio she had brought on board.
"Rose!" he said, loud enough to be heard over Band Aid.
She span around, grinning, and wielding a vegetable peeler like a dangerous weapon.
"Yeah?"
"What on Gallifrey are you burning?"
"Oh bloody hell, the wine!" Rose skidded over to the oven. A pan of what used to be mulled wine sat on top. It had boiled over some time ago, leaving a somewhat less than appetizing sludge of wine and burnt sugar all over the pan and oven top.
The Doctor couldn't help but laugh, especially at the genuinely downcast look on Rose's face.
Well, he couldn't help it until she picked up a wooden spoon from the counter and threw it at him with some force. He dodged out of the way, but it stopped him laughing, at least.
"I was trying this recipe I learnt the other year – me and mum went to this well fancy restaurant for lunch near Christmas, it was a present from Mickey, and we had poached pears in mulled wine. Really boozy but just what you want at Christmas."
"Is it Christmas already?" the Doctor scrunched up his face. He was sure it had been Christmas recently.
"Well… no…" Rose conceded. "But at Christmas we were a bit too busy running around chasing aliens and stuff so I thought we could have a mini Christmas here. I mean, we're not technically anywhere, so it might as well be Christmas…"
The Doctor pulled her into a hug.
"It can be Christmas as often as we want it to be." He smiled softly. "Now, better find another bottle of mulled wine, I think you've decimated the last one."
This time, she did hit him.
