Title: A Gallifreyan Christmas Carol
Author: TardisIsTheOnlyWaytoTravel
Story Summary: The Doctor is depressed about the events of Series Four when an Eternal abruptly drags him to different points in his timeline, claiming to be his personal Spirit of Christmas Past, Present, and Future.
Setting: Some time just after series four.
Author notes:
Eternals were immortal beings unaffected by the flow of time. They had immense power, but were sometimes amoral beings, posing as gods and causing problems. The new series od Doctor Who mentions them a few times. According to the Ninth Doctor, they were so horrified by the Time War that they fled to another reality. That's all you reall need to know for this fic.
A GALLIFREYAN CHRISTMAS CAROL
PART ONE
The Doctor sat in the bar of an earth hotel, on his eighth banana daquiri, and not even slightly drunk yet. He was feeling depressed and miserable, and the weight of guilt wasn't helping anyway. He'd lost Donna, he'd lost Rose – never mind it was for the good of both of them – and he couldn't forget Davros' words to him, no matter how he tried. He turned people into weapons, just like he said. He came into people's lives, turned them upside down, and blew out again leaving them alone with the devastation. It was time he faced that, time he properly acknowledged who he was.
He was the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds. To far too many whom met him, and many more who never did, he was Death.
He wanted to get drunk.
"Hey there," said a voice, breaking into his musings.
The Doctor looked up, to see a blonde woman in a red felt, fur-trimmed minidress and a santa hat, smiling at him. He knew immediately what she was.
"Oh, no, not one of you," he groaned. "What are you doing here?"
The Eternal grinned at him.
"I"m the Spirit of Christmas Past, Present, and Future," she announced jauntily.
"You are not!" the Doctor exclaimed, in outrage. "You're an Eternal! And I thought all of you left this universe, anyway!"
"We did," she agreed. "But one of the best and most brilliant of the Time Lords, sitting around moping in a bar? Too sad."
The Doctor scowled at her glumly, reminded of why he'd come to the bar in the first place.
"Which one are you?"
The Eternal gave him a beautiful smile.
"I'm Time."
The Doctor knew an impulse to ask what had happened to the previous Eternal of that title, but managed to bite his tongue in time. Knowing the Eternals, he probably had no desire to know.
"Come on," the Eternal hauled him to his feet before he could protest, "places to be."
"You can't just take me away!" the Doctor tried desperately, grasping at straws. "I haven't paid for my drink yet!" Which was, of course, a lie, since you had to pay for your drinks here as you bought them.
"You're a Time Lord," Time said, grasping his arm. "Since when do you care?"
And they were gone.
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End Part One
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Poor Doctor... heh