Nickel smiles and waves as the audience cheers; she is seated on a couch next to a young woman. "Hi! And welcome back to 'Who Wants To Be A Companion!'" There is more cheering before Nickel manages to quiet down her audience. "Today on our show, we have a very special guest! Please welcome, Connie!" Connie smiles and blushes as the audience applaud.
"Thanks, Nickel!" she grins. "It's good to be here."
Pulling an envelope out of thin air, Nickel winks. "So, Connie, our show today is pretty simple. I'll ask some questions, you just have to answer them!" she explains. "Our topic today is," there is a drumroll as she pulls the topic out of the envelope, "A Doctor Who Christmas!"
Nickel's smile turns into a glare as a random man in the audience shouts out, "It's August!" Without looking at them, Nickel pulls a throwing knife out of her pocket and tosses it in his direction. The knife lodges itself into the man's chest and he dies immediately.
Once again, Nickel smiles at Connie. "Are you ready, Connie?" she asks.
Connie's eyes dart in horror from Nickel to the deceased audience member. She gulps and stutters out, "Allons-y!" hoping she won't be the next to die.
Nickel shuffles through her notes. "First question! Would you rather go sleigh riding with a Dalek, or make snow-angels with an Ood?"
Taking a minute to think, Connie scratches her chin. "Snow-angels with an Ood," she eventually decides.
Unbeknownst to Connie, there were two Daleks in the audience. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE A-GAINST DAL-EKS?!" the first screeches. "EX-PLAIN! EX-PLAIN!"
"SHE DISHONORS OUR MIGHT!" rumbles the second, it's voice much lower. "WE'RE LEA-VING!" They leave in a huff, hoping to make a scene. Unfortunately for them, no one really cares about the Daleks' hurt feelings and the questions continue.
"Would you rather find a sonic screwdriver in your stocking or a TARDIS under your Christmas tree?"
"Sonic screwdriver. I mean, come on," Connie holds up normal screwdriver and points to it, "look at this thing! It's pathetic!"
Nickel nods sadly. "Yes, yes it is. Next question: would you rather eat fish fingers and custard or a traditional turkey dinner?"
Laughing, Connie pulls fish fingers and custard out of her bag. "Do you even have to ask?" She scoops up a large amount of custard onto the fish, takes a large bite and smiles.
Nodding thoughtfully, Nickel looks at another cue card. "Touché. Would you rather find yourself under the mistletoe with a Weeping Angel, or the Silence?" She waits a moment, but Connie doesn't reply. Turning to look at her contestant, Nickel sees her staring at nothing. She snaps her fingers in front of Connie's face. "Connie?" she asks.
Connie turns to face Nickel slowly, tally-marks on her arms and face. "Huh?"
Clearing her throat, and trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her guy, Nickel repeats the question. "Would you rather find yourself under the mistletoe with a Weeping Angel or the Silence?!" Once again, Connie stares off into space. This time, Nickel claps her hands loudly together, "Connie!"
Connie turns to face Nickel, even more tally-marks on her skin. "Sorry, what was the question?"
Nickel stares for a moment, trying to understand what just happened. "Uh," she replies intelligently, "we're just going to move on…ah, yes. Would you rather ride with Santa in his sleigh, or the Doctor in his TARDIS?" she asks once she finds the right question.
Grinning like a madman, Connie laughs. "I'd have to say San—"
With a shout, she is cut off as a second Connie falls from the sky. The new Connie is wearing a winter coat, scarf, gloves, sunglasses, and a Santa hat. In her hands is a mop. Nickel glares at the newcomer, angry at her for interrupting her show. "Who are you?!" she demands.
The new Connie takes off her sunglasses and rolls her eyes. "I'm Jerry Springer," she scoffs. When the second Connie turns to the original Connie, Nickel sticks her tongue out in a very mature fashion. "Choose the Doctor!" the new Connie orders the first.
"What?" original Connie asks. "Why?"
The second Connie sighs. "Trust me! I'm you from the future! I'm not even supposed to be here! And the longer I stay, the bigger the paradox I'm creating becomes! I had to warn you, though! You have to choose the Doctor! The future depends on it!"
Holding her hands up in surrender, Connie rolls her eyes. "Okay! Jeez!" Satisfied, the future Connie nods, puts on her sunglasses, and jumps into the air, disappearing. Connie turns to Nickel. "I choose the Doctor!" she states.
Nickel can only stare slack-jawed. "Uh…what just…right…" She flips through her notes nervously, wanting to get back to a normal show. "Okay…would you rather spend Christmas at home with Amy and Rory, or travelling with the Doctor?"
Connie holds up packed suitcase for all to see. "Travelling!" she says in a sing-song voice.
"Would you rather see Santa slide down that chimney, or the Doctor land in your yard?" Nickel grins; she knew Connie would have a difficult time answering this question.
As predicted, Connie's eyebrows scrunch together in concentration. "Oooh…that's a tough one…hmm…" Connie's eyes widen as the sound of a materializing TARDIS reaches her ears from back stage. "I GOTTA GO!" she shouts, grabbing her suitcase and sprinting back stage. "DOCTOR! WAIT FOR MEEEEE!"
Nickel is at a loss for words for a minute. Scratching the back of her neck, she turns to the camera. "Well…..our guest…left…so I guess that's the end of our show! Tune in next time when we see who is the sexiest: Captain Jack Harkness, the 11th Doctor, or our surprise guest! Just remember, don't blink and stay ginger! Bye!"
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