Hi all! Bit of a random story that came into my head after I watched 'The end of time' and some of series 5 on the same day. I don't know how long it's going to be, I'm sort of making it up as I go along. The Doctor would be proud! Anyways, I will try to update as soon as I can. Reviews help... Enjoy!

She could see him in her mind's eye, a handsome blond man, his face bathed in green light. Although she was sure they had never met, somehow she felt like she knew him. He was the one laughing. Manic laughter, the laughter of a man who had been banished for so long, but had returned to take revenge. How did she know what he was thinking? Then the drumbeat started up, so quiet at first and increasing in volume until it filled her entire head. Amy felt like she was about to explode.

"Pond, Pond, wake up!"

Amy rubbed her eyes, and sat up in bed. She had had the same dream about that man for the third night in a row. Who was he?

"What? What is it?" She asked, glancing at the alarm clock beside her bed. "Doctor, it's four 'O' clock in the morning."

"Really?" His voice replied disinterestedly from behind the door. There was whispering coming from outside, and she guessed that the Doctor was not alone. That or he was whispering to himself. The second explanation seemed the most plausible. "Come on, look at this!" He said impatiently.

"What's happening?" Rory sighed, stifling a yawn. "I can hear whispering Doctor. Is someone else with you?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise." Amy heard somebody who was not the Doctor say. Somebody female. Somebody familiar.

"River, is that you?" Amy asked, getting up and opening the bedroom door.

"Surprise!" The Doctor yelled enthusiastically, "It's River!"

Rory joined his wife outside their bedroom to greet their daughter, and looked around, confused.

"What have you done to the TARDIS?"

"Wow!" Amy exclaimed, staring at the hallway. It was covered in strings and strings of multicoloured fairy lights, twinkling all different colours.

"Merry Christmas!" The Doctor and River chorused, starting to walk down the corridor.

"I spent last night decorating," The Doctor continued. He didn't look like he'd been up all night, he was wearing a red fez and practically bouncing off the walls of the TARDIS with excitement. "Now the console room and all the main corridors all look like this! The tree and our presents are in the Christmas room." Amy followed them, looking delighted, Rory hung back.

"But, it's not Christmas." He said.

"Time machine." The Doctor replied. "Any day can be Christmas if I want it to be, or Easter, or Furgleswoop!"

"What's Furgleswoop?" Amy asked, struggling to keep up with the Doctor and River Song. "Religious holiday on planets like Salaxi and Raxacoricofallapatorius. Great parades, wonderful food, everything you need for a good old celebration." The Doctor said, "All to commemorate the coming of the magic Furgle."

Amy was about to ask what the magic furgle was, when the Doctor stopped suddenly beside a big, green door, causing the Ponds to bump into one another.

"This," He said, swinging it open, "Is the Christmas room."

Amy thought that this was definitely one of the strangest places she'd ever seen, and in her time with the Doctor, she'd seen some pretty strange ones. There was an enormous christmas tree in the centre of the room, decorated with a strange assortment of mismatched, alien objects. The walls were lined with piles of presents, stacked up in pyramids. There were little signs on each pyramid, saying either, "Past companion", "Non companion" or "Future companion". Amy wandered over to the past pile.

"Sarah Jane, Jamie, Ace," She read from the labels. "Doctor, if these are your past companions, why are there still presents here for them?"

"Time machine." The Doctor came to stand next to her. "I can drop a present off at their doorstep if I want. Well, for most of them."

Amy looked at the present that the Doctor was staring at. The label said the name 'Rose'. Deciding to give the doctor a moment alone, she wandered over to find Rory and River.

Rory was at the pile for future companions.

"Look at all these!" He managed, staring up at the huge mound of presents.

"Whatever you do, don't read the labels." The Doctor shouted from across the room.

"Why?" Amy asked, glancing at some.

"Spoilers." He clarified.

"Hey, that's my word." River scowled at him.

"Sorry, but it's relevant here. I don't want to know who my future companions are before I meet them. Where's the fun in that? Now, come, I'm giving you your presents."

"I'm sorry; I don't have anything to give you." Amy told the Doctor. "If you'd have told us about Christmas in advance, we would have bought you something."

"But then it would ruin the surprise." The Doctor replied from under the Christmas tree, where he was searching for her present.

"Christmas isn't supposed to be a surprise." Rory pointed out.

"Rory, do you want your present or not?" The Doctor finally dug out Amy's present and handed it to her. "Your companionship is the best thing you could have given me."

"Thank you." Amy said, hugging him. Her present was soft and flat, wrapped in beautiful red and gold paper which seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room. "I love the wrapping paper!"

"Clinquant, isn't it." He grinned, emerging from under the tree again. "I think it's from the markets of Doloop. Whole planet, covered in markets. Wonderful place."

"Where's mine?" River asked impatiently.

"Wait a minute!" The Doctor huffed, launching himself back under the tree. "Here we are. One present for River, and one for Rory."

Soon, the Christmas room was echoing with the voices of grateful Ponds.

"Oh, thank you!" Amy smiled, holding up her new blue scarf. "You didn't choose this Doctor. I know your taste in scarves; I saw that hideous long one in the wardrobe room. Even the bow tie is preferable to that."

"I may have had a bit of help from the TARDIS." He admitted. "What about you River? And Rory. Do you like yours?"

"Sweetie, I love them." River Song replied, slipping off her shoes and trying on her new red stilettos.

"Well, I have to admit," Rory said, looking down at his a framed photo of he, Amy and their daughter, "You are very good at presents. How did you know I wanted this?"

Suddenly, the room began to shake, and the Christmas tree started to wobble. Presents toppled off the pyramids and skidded towards the Pond family.

"Ow!" Rory exclaimed as a brightly wrapped present hit him on the leg.

"What's happening?" Amy shouted, only just dodging a flying green one.

"Oh dear. This is not good." The Doctor muttered, "Not good at all."

"What isn't good?" Amy shouted, even louder this time.

"I must be crossing my own personal timeline." He replied, grabbing the Christmas tree to avoid falling over. "Basically, there are two of me in the TARDIS at once."

"How-" Rory started to ask, but was cut off.

"You wouldn't understand. It's to do with wibbley wobbly timey wimey stuff." The Doctor explained. "I wonder which regeneration it is? I hope it's not one of the first ones."

"Why?" Asked Amy, clinging onto the tree as the room shook.

"The first few regenerations were a bit grumpy." He replied. "I wouldn't mind meeting the fourth or fifth though. And anything after the fifth, as long as it's not my ninth. He, I mean, I was a bit depressed. Understandable, I did, sorry, he did, no, I did just blow up..." The doctor trailed off, staring at the wall.

"Did you understand any of that?" Rory whispered to Amy.

"Not a word." She replied.

River jumped over some high speed presents that were rolling along the floor, did a forward roll to avoid a branch of the tree and ended up next to the Doctor, who was still looking dejectedly at the wall.

"Cheer up Sweetie." She said, giving him a kiss. Before the Doctor could say anything, she put a finger on her lips and pointed to the ceiling.

"Mistletoe." She smiled, pulling him closer.

"Er, Doctor..." Rory said nervously.

"Sshh Rory, I'm busy." The Doctor scolded him, not taking his eyes off of River.

"Doctor, you really need to look at this." Amy agreed with her husband, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

"What is it?" He asked angrily.

"I think," Amy said, "I could be wrong, but I think there's someone outside."

The Doctor span around, still clutching the Christmas tree. He could just make out a figure at the doorway, past all of the flying presents, wrapping paper and other objects.

"I'll go and see what they want, then we can go somewhere for Christmas dinner." The Doctor said. "Wait, it's still morning. Christmas breakfast. Sound good?"

"What about us?" Amy asked indignantly.

"Sorry, but I can't risk letting you meet one of my past regenerations, if it is one of them." He replied. "One of you might accidentally tell me something about my future before it happens."

The Doctor let go of the tree, and started towards the door.

"Doctor," River said quietly, a strange expression on her face. "Be careful."

"I'm always careful!" The Doctor replied. "Don't worry about me. I'll be back soon." And then he was gone. Amy made sure the Doctor was out of earshot and then spoke.

"River, is something bad going to happen to him?" She asked urgently.

"I can't tell you that." River Song replied, looking very serious.

"Please, I need to know." Amy begged.

"Listen to me, there's nothing you can do." River said. "Just stay here. Don't leave this room, like the Doctor told you. Now, I have to go."

"No, please!" Amy watched as her daughter headed towards the door.

"River," Rory pleaded, "Just tell us what's going on."

"I'll see you soon." was all River would say as she shut the door behind her. Then Rory and his wife were alone.

"What time is it?" Amy asked for the seventh time. Over half an hour had passed since River had left, and there had been no sign of anyone since then. The main lights had gone out a while ago, so the room was now lit by the soft glow of fairy lights from the Christmas tree. The room had stopped shaking, much to their relief, but the temperature was dropping, and the pair were struggling to stay warm.

"I would have gone to help the Doctor by now, but River seemed so serious" Amy said, resting her head on her husband's shoulder. "What do you think we should do? We can't sit in here forever."

"Maybe we could go and see what's happened." Rory said uncertainly.

The corridors of the TARDIS were dark and silent. Loose strings of fairy lights swung eerily from the ceiling, and Amy and Rory held hands as they drew closer to the console room.

"Hello, is anybody here?" Rory asked when they had finally reached their destination. There was no answer. The TARDIS console was deserted.

"Wait, what's that?" Amy leant down to get a better look at the small strip of fabric that was lying next to the doors. The silence was deafening as Amy realised what it was. She picked it up and showed it to her husband. The Doctor's bow tie.

"He must have been taken somewhere." She guessed. "Are the doors locked?"

Rory tried them, and they opened with a familiar creak. He found himself looking at a familiar street in London.

"Can you see the Doctor?" Amy asked anxiously, staring at the bow tie in her hands. "Is he out there?"

"I don't think we'll find him very easily." Rory replied. "We're on Oxford Street. And judging by the decorations and the sign saying 'Last day to buy presents', I think its Christmas Eve."