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SPOILERS-None.
SET: Just after the Christmas invasion.
CHARACTERS: 10, Rose
PLOT: After the events of the Christmas invasion, the Doctor and Rose decide to
celebrate Christmas a bit late in the TARDIS. So, what's the Doctor going to find in
his stocking the next morning?
RATING: K+
Author: Gail Tomlinson
Stocking filler.
"Rose, we're going to celebrate Christmas ourselves, here and now. As of
now, I declare it Christmas eve today in the TARDIS. Do you have a stocking?"
"Several." Smiled Rose.
"Put one on the end of your bed tonight." He said.
"Only if you do the same." Said Rose.
"I don't have any stockings." He said.
"I do." She said, and darted of to her room in the TARDIS. She returned with a pair of
black fish net stockings.
"Here you are, put these on the end of your bed. They'll be filled by morning, never
fear." She said.
"Why two?" asked the Doctor.
"You have two hearts, you can have two stockings." Rose said. The Doctor rolled his
eyes. "Please, for me?" Rose asked. The Doctor smiled at her. When she turned those
warm shiny eyes on her, he could not resist her.
"Okay, I'll do it." he said. They stayed up talking, had a glass of sherry from a bottle
the Doctor found in one of the TARDIS's innumerable rooms, and then went to bed.
The Doctor rose three hours later, and crept into Rose's room. He had found several
small things in the TARDIS he thought she'd like. She'd left a thick stocking on her
bed and he swiftly filled it with the items. He was tempted to ask the TARDIS to put
some light on so he could see her face, so vulnerable and beautiful when relaxed by
sleep, but decided against it in case she woke. He crept back out and went back to
bed. As he had promised Rose, he draped the pair of fish net stockings over the end of
his bed.
He woke in the morning, and stretched. His feet met resistance at the foot of the bed-
warm resistance-and he stopped. Pushing his fringe back out of his face, he sat up,
and looked to see what was stopping him stretching.
It was Rose. She reclined on the foot of his bed, wearing a red Santa hat, and a Santa-
style red dress with white fake fur trim. As his eyes travelled down her body, he
noticed the stockings Rose had loaned him. As she had promised him, they were
filled-with Rose's legs.
"Rose…" he breathed.
"Merry Christmas, Doctor!" she smiled. She had been holding one hand behind her
back, and as she slid off the side of the bed and stood, she brought the hand into sigh.
In it, she was holding a sprig of mistletoe. Raising it, she looked at him.
"Do you like your stocking filler?" she asked. He threw back the covers and stood,
going over to Rose and gently taking her into his arms. She didn't resist, merely held
the mistletoe higher and gazed questioningly into his eyes. He knew what she wanted,
and bent his head to oblige.
They came up for air when Rose was forced to breathe. They gazed into each other's
eyes, and Rose's hand loosened it's hold on the mistletoe and it fell to the ground,
forgotten. The Doctor bent, and scooped Rose into his arms. He carried her into his
bed, and lay her down in it gently, slipping in beside her. His arms gently circled her
and drew her close.
"The best thing about Christmas presents is unwrapping them to reveal what lies
inside." He said softly. He was not holding her tight, had she wanted to pull away, she
could have, but she didn't. She snuggled in closer.
"Then what are you waiting for? Get on with it." she said softly.
It was several hours later that they finally emerged from the bedroom, and headed for
the console room.
"Okay, where to next?" he asked.