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Spoilers: Errr New Earth sort of if you read between the lines. Oh and the 4th Doctor's scarf.
Presents
Rose Tyler leant against the console, thinking hard.
She looked over to the Doctor, who was busy doing something. Yeah, right. Somehow, "Developing the Rydro-chloric field of the inter-mogualting hypergenovive module" didn't sound a lot like "Something". In fact, she was almost certain that it came under the category of "Tinkering with the TARDIS and thinking up ridiculously long explanations".
As if catching her train of thought, the Doctor looked up and realised that Rose was staring at him.
"Rose Marion Tyler, why are you staring at me?"
Rose blushed and looked down to the floor, burning with embarrassment.
"What, Rose?" he persisted. "Have you been looking?"
The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Getting no answer, he rolled his eyes.
"So Rose, why are you so embarrassed?"
Rose looked up, struggling to look him in the eye.
"No one apart from my grandmother calls me 'Rose Marion Tyler'."
The Doctor's face dropped at those eleven words, and he gulped. Mumbling, he turned back towards the TARDIS. Rose almost laughed at the change in the Doctor-cocky to shy in one bound. She would /so/ have to remember this.
Rose sat, looking at the Doctor for several seconds more, knowing that he was not going to say anything. Her thoughts drifted to Christmas. She did love travelling on the TARDIS and going to new, interesting places- but she did love Christmas- the excitement, the smells, the hectic Christmas shopping, the old serials on TV...
"So Rose," the Doctor began, interrupting her thoughts. "How would you like to go Christmas shopping?"
Rose was taken aback: How did he know she was thinking of Christmas? She was sure that he had read her mind. He was freaky like that.
"What?" she asked, pushing away her feelings of surprise. "But it's not Christmas!"
The Doctor, being the Doctor, had an answer to that as well.
"Oh, come on. We NEVER celebrate Christmas, and it's just ten minutes away in the TARDIS, so hurry up! Get some spending money! Oh, and choose a Christmas you want to go to."
Rose nodded, looking shocked for a moment before hurrying off to her room, whereupon she pulled open her wardrobe and chose a hat, scarf, gloves, jumper and jeans. Oh, and a little bag to put her money in.
"Doctor," she called down the corridors of the TARDIS, remembering his previous question, not being able to think of a nice, particular year.
"Can we go somewhere where it snows please?"
Hurrying down the corridor which led to the console room, she reached it just as the TARDIS ground to a halt. Rose saw that the Doctor was wearing his usual suit, albeit with a huge scarf that he was trying to find the end of. Rose simply rolled her eyes.
"Well come on then!" she exclaimed. "Where are we?"
The Doctor pointed to the door, still trying to untangle himself from the scarf.
Leaving him to it, Rose hurried over to the doors, flinging them open and stepping outside into the snow and smiling. Looking around, she saw snow. Snow, snow, SNOW. In fact, she couldn't see much apart from the snow- it was thick on the ground, coating everything in a bright, dazzling white. Snow was falling heavily upon her hat. When she looked up, it fell on her face too.
Hearing a noise, she turned in time to see the Doctor step out of the TARDIS with the scarf wrapped around his neck about ten times. Rose giggled, which made the Doctor look offended. He rolled his eyes, looking up at the snow, but he couldn't be offended for long, so he smiled and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Snowy enough for you?"
Rose could not nod at him as she was melting into his arms, so she made some sort of agreeing noise and leant back into him, pleased to find that he had wrapped his arms around her in a hug.
"So, are you going to get anything for anyone?" he asked, still hugging her.
She leaned back again. "But where are we Doctor, what planet? What year?" She didn't want to buy loads of junk. Or things she'd never understand. Or a chocolate kettle or something. Though her mother's face would be priceless if she bought her one.
"This is... Earth, 2008," he answered. "Snowiest winter ever! Shame, 'cause then the ice caps melt and you don't get snow again for a good half century."
Rose shook her head, shocked to find her head coming into contact with the Doctor's chin. She hadn't realised how close they were.
"So," the Doctor said conspirationally, breaking up Rose's thoughts and evidently deciding that this wasn't the time for environmental protests. "Have you got anyone anything?"
"How could I?" she asked. "We only just got here!" Rose felt rather than heard the Doctor swallow. Rose decided that she liked the closeness between their two bodies.
"Sorry..." he murmured.
Rose held up her hand to the Doctor's face to shush him. Gathering courage from the proximity of their bodies, she took a deep breath.
"But I do have one thing for someone."
"Oh?" With that The Doctor spun Rose around gently so that they were face to face. Placing his hands on either side of her head, the Doctor smiled, making Rose surprised that she hadn't melted.
"Rose," he whispered, and with that, he kissed her.
It was marvellous. Everything she'd hoped for and more. Rose felt like she was exploding inside, huge Catherine wheels behind her eyes, her stomach fizzing as she kissed back whole heartedly.
When the Doctor leant back Rose sighed, not at all surprised to see him look sheepish.
"Sorry Rose. I..."
Rose held up her hand again.
"You are not to say sorry!"
He stared at her. "But-"
"No buts," she said quietly. "Don't be sorry."
He nodded slowly. "Then...I'm not sorry."
"Good." She gave him her most charming smile, which prompted him to ask:
"Really, what was the thing that you had for someone?"
The smile turned to a grin.
"This, Doctor."
With that, she gave him another kiss. When they finally broke apart, they were both glowing, and it wasn't from the snow.
The Doctor looked at Rose, squeezing her hand and looking up at the flakes which were fast becoming a blizzard. He could just make out suburban houses, bedecked with Christmas lights.
"Merry Christmas, Rose."
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