A/N: I'm planning on making this fic a bit longer than the other ones. Hopefully. Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
It was Christmas Eve and Jemima grinned excitedly at her grandmother.
"Mum got a new recipe for Gingerbread men! Do you think when Margo and Poppy come over can we make them? Please, please, please Grandmum?"
"Who's Poppy's Mum, dear?"
"Mrs. Shropshire, can we? I'll make you a cuppa of your favorite."
Grandmother Oswald gave her granddaughter a cheeky grin.
"You trying to bribe me Jemima Francis Oswald?"
"Maybe?"
"Good. No, less than I taught you. And, yes, your friends can make gingerbread men as long as your quiet."
Jemima nodded enthusiastically.
"How 'bout some jammy dodgers with my cuppa- eh?"
Jemima nodded again and raced about with the tea stuff. When Grandmother Oswald had settled in her afghan covered recliner with her tea in a flowered cup that was clutched in her old wrinkled hand, Jemima's friends were ringing the doorbell.
Grandmother Oswald chuckled as she heard their excited chattering. She settled in for a good long read of 'Persuasion.'
"Grandmum? What's um, genocince weed?"
"I don't know dear."
"It's called for Grandmum!"
And then the doorbell rang. "Answer it, Jemima!"
Jemima came back from the door with a box from the post. The slim brunette girl hugged her knitted tan shawl closer around her.
"Grandmum. Package."
Grandmother Oswald sighed and put her book and tea down. She took the package and opened it carefully and slowly. Jemima squealed when she saw the contents.
"Genocince weed! Like on the box!" "Thank you Grandmum!"
Jemima kissed her Grandmum on the cheek, grabbed the weed, and ran back to the kitchen and her giggling friends. Blond-haired Poppy and the brunette with the ponytail, must be Margo, smiled at Grandmother Oswald from the kitchen. Grandmother Oswald went back to her reading.
An hour later a ding and excited giggling emitted from the kitchen. Grandmother Oswald smiled.
"Look at mine! Look at mine!" laughed Margo.
And then Grandmother Oswald heard screaming.
She looked at the kitchen and fumbled for her spectacles on a chain around her neck.
"Jemima?"
She stood up and clutched her pale pink shawl closer around her frail body. She stepped closer to the door and her hand that was clutching her cane was tense and white. She almost sighed in relief when Jemima stepped from the door. Almost.
Her mouth opened in horror when passing the tan shawl and white and black striped shirt she saw Jemima's face. Instead of her pretty features she saw a gingerbread man's crudely drawn on face. It was grotesque seeing the horridly grinning cookie. She could see the ginger turning into soft skin at the ears and were the hair began.
In Jemima's hands was a gingerbread man. And instead of a gingerbread man's face was Jemima's. Jemima was crying but her words were soundless.
Poppy and Margo came in behind Jemima. They were the same. Grandmother Oswald screamed.
A/N: I HIGHLY suggest watching the series five Doctor Who intro before the next chapter when the next chapter is up. It would give the story a more episodic feel.