A Winter's Day

The Doctor sat at a desk in front of the window, using the natural light to finish marking some essays. It was a bright day; the sky was white as the paper he wrote on, and snow fell gently down, blanketing over the entire campus. In the morning, they had weathered a blizzard, filled with toppling trees and gale-force winds. But now that it had calmed, the weather outside was almost pleasant.

Especially since all classes at the university had been cancelled for the day.

The Doctor smiled to himself as he watched various groups of students wander down the snow-covered paths. Some helped the maintenance staff shovel while others went off into the quad to build a snowman family. It was pure delight; young, typically stressed out people finally able to relax and enjoy themselves.

The Doctor took a sip of tea and leaned back into his seat. He wore three layers today to keep out the cold, topped off with one of his favorite coats made of black velvet.

His lips quirked as he remembered the story of how he'd acquired the coat. It was a bet of some kind, on a distant planet he was visiting with Nardole. They'd run into some trouble and almost been eaten by a sentient tree, but it was worth it for the laughs...and the coat. Nardole hadn't thought so, but the Doctor couldn't recall Nardole ever finding the adventure worth the risk.

The Doctor tilted his head and took another sip of tea. Then he heard a familiar knock on the door. Bill's 'excited' knock, which she only reserved for TARDIS trips or handing in essays she knew would get a good mark.

The Doctor spun his seat around just in time to watch her dart into the room, shutting the door swiftly behind her.

"Hello," he said, smiling above his steaming mug.

"Hey," she responded with a wide smile. "A bunch of us are going to have a snowball fight."

The Doctor nodded. "Sounds fun. You should enjoy yourself. Take the day off."

Bill's lips quirked down. "Oh, I was actually wondering if you wanted to join us."

The Doctor paused for a moment. Then he fumbled with his tea and set it back on the desk.

"Oh, well, er...I'm actually pretty busy today."

"Liar," Bill said flatly, a suspicious look in her eye and her small grin.

The Doctor turned back to his desk.

"No, really, I'm marking papers. Got loads to catch up on."

Bill put her hands on her hips. "You're not marking. You're drinking tea."

"And...marking," the Doctor said, gesturing to the paper in front of him.

Bill pursed her lips.

"Alright," her singsong voice chirped. "But just so you know, Nardole's already joined us. And basically everyone from the canteen."

"Enjoy yourselves."

Bill started toward the door slowly. Two steps later, she spun around again. "And we have hot cocoa. Just saying. And a whole fort we're setting up, so…"

"Okay. Okay."

The Doctor stood and approached her, the tea and marking forgotten.

Bill's eyes widened in mock surprise.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To, er, join you," the Doctor stammered.

Bill's eye twinkled. "I thought you were super busy."

The Doctor sighed, closing his eyes.

"Can I join your snowball fight?"

Bill raised her eyebrows.

"Please," he added.

Bill's smile widened.

"Of course. Get your mittens on, though. It's freezing outside."

Bill tore off into the hallway and back downstairs. When her blue poofy jacket was out of sight, the Doctor went over to his closet.

First he grabbed a scarf, much shorter and subdued than he was used to, and then a pair of black gloves he'd once worn on Mars. As he tied the scarf around his neck, he looked over at the pile of marking still left on his desk. With a grimace, he disappeared from the room, promising to do his work when he got back.

He knew already that it wasn't going to happen.

. . .

The field was blindingly white. Snow covered every inch of grass, every rooftop, and every tree limb. The only things that weren't absolutely covered in snow were the two groups of students working on opposite ends of the playing grounds.

Both teams were busy building their own fortress, made entirely of ice and snow. A few members of each side padded snow in their hands, forming snowballs. The Doctor glanced from one side to the other until Bill came jogging over from the left team.

"We're about to get started," she explained, leading him over to their 'base'. "Do you want to make snowballs, throw them, or help maintain the fortress?"

"You've really got this figured out, haven't you?"

A woman who was crouched down stacking big snow piles against the fortress chuckled. "This is what we do in the winter, Doctor."

A boy in the Doctor's Physics class, Kevin, looked up from his snowball making with a grin.

"Oh, the Doctor's on our side? That's awesome."

Bill put an arm around the Doctor.

"Well, he is my granddad. Couldn't let him join the enemy," she said.

The Doctor smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

"Where's Nardole?" He asked a moment later.

Bill grit her teeth.

"With the enemy. Said it wasn't personal. There's a guy on that team he's got a crush on, I think. Wants to impress him."

"Nardole?" The Doctor scoffed. "Impress?"

Bill shrugged.

Kevin stood with his latest snowball and turned to them.

"Positions!" He shouted.

Players darted around, snatching up snowballs and ducking beneath the fort. Bill pulled the Doctor to the stash of snowballs and handed him one.

"Can you throw from here?"

The Doctor nodded. "I think so."

"Cool. We'll stay here, and then," she lowered her voice, "when Kevin gives the signal, we run up at them, full charge."

The Doctor nodded. "Got it."

Bill gave Kevin a thumbs up, and he raised his fist in the air.

"Fire!"

The fight commenced.

Snowballs soared from both sides of the pitch, most landing somewhere in the middle. The Doctor and Bill joined the fray, tossing snowballs from the stash beside them as quickly but as accurately as possible. Only when one of the opposing side's snowballs pelted into the tower in front of them did they check on the rest of their team.

"Kevin!" Bill called. The boy ducked behind the safety of the wall and then looked over. "Our tower is getting hit pretty badly."

Kevin examined the crumbling pile of snow in front of the Doctor and Bill. He bit his lip and then glanced across the field.

"Okay," he said. "CHARGE!"

With that, half of their team jumped up and sprinted forward, right onto the middle of the pitch. Most of the front line was hit instantly with snow, becoming almost yeti-like by the time they reached the opposite side.

The Doctor stood, but Bill grabbed his arm.

"Wait." She handed him two fresh snowballs and then grabbed three of her own. "Okay. Ready?"

The Doctor smirked, a twinkle in his eye. "Bill, you should know by now. I'm always…"

A wild snowball suddenly careened directly into the Doctor's cheek, throwing him off balance with a cry of shock.

Bill whirled around.

"Nardole!"

"Sorry!" The cyborg squeaked, holding his hands up in surrender and wearing a deeply set grimace. "I was aiming for the tower."

She rolled her eyes and turned to the Doctor. He was bent over with a hand on his face, blinking the stars out of his eyes.

"Are you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on his back.

His shaky fingers wiped the snow off of his face and he gave her a quick nod.

"Yeah; fine I think," he said, straightening himself.

Nardole stepped timidly into their base.

"Rule one, Nardole," Bill said sternly.

"No headshots. I know. I'm sorry."

She lightened up at his tone, turning worried eyes back to the Doctor.

"It's alright," the Doctor assured. His face was still bright pink and a small scratch lined his cheek, but other than that he seemed fine. He even smiled softly. "Missed my eye, at least."

Nardole nodded, and then shivered at the thought. "Maybe I should hand in my snowball fighting mittens."

Bill put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath to calm herself. The Doctor gave her a reassuring smile.

"Bill, I'm alright. Just gave me a little shock is all."

"Okay," she said tightly.

Then she relaxed her shoulders and turned to Nardole.

"Sorry. Shouldn't have shouted. Bit protective of this one these days," she said, nudging the Doctor with her shoulder. "Ever since…"

She looked down at the crunchy snow beneath her feet. None of them had to say a word. They all knew she was referring to chasm forge. The day none of them thought they'd make it out alive. The day the Doctor saved her life by sacrificing himself.

The day the Doctor lost his sight and didn't tell her for weeks.

"Hey, I have an idea," Nardole said, breaking the icy silence. "Let's go get some cocoa and sit inside, eh? Let the students finish this battle."

The Doctor rubbed his cheek one last time. "Sounds like a plan."

"An excellent plan," Bill added.

. . . . .

In the light of the fireplace in the lounge beneath the Doctor's office, the trio sat drinking out of mugs as large as their faces. The Doctor's feet were propped up on the ottoman in front of the sofa he and Nardole were sat on. Beside them, Bill sat propped up against a few pillows on the floor closer to the fire. In between sips of cocoa, she leaned her head on the Doctor's side of the sofa, close to his lap.

The Doctor carefully set his cocoa on the side table and rested his hand on Bill's shoulder. Her jumper was still a little damp from the snow.

"You should get some dry clothes on," he said. "Don't want you catching a chill."

Bill smiled. "You don't actually have to act like my granddad."

The Doctor paused for a moment. In a softer voice, he said, "I like to."

She turned up to him, her smile brightening. Then she noticed Nardole, sat staring into his cocoa mug. He wore a frown, and a look in his eye told her he was deep in thought.

"Nardole? You're being quiet tonight."

He swirled his cocoa and shrugged. "Not much to say."

Bill curled her lips.

"Did you ever meet up with that bloke who was supposed to be on your team?"

Nardole's cheeks flushed redder than the Doctor's had earlier.

"Er, yes. He...he was making snowballs."

The Doctor smirked.

"Did he make the one you pelted at my head?"

Nardole sighed and rolled his eyes, but Bill caught the hint of guilt that flashed across his face.

"No, actually. That one was all me, I'm afraid."

Nardole took a big sip of cocoa and then set it on the table. Suddenly he seemed unable to sit still, rubbing his hands together and adjusting the way he was seated. First he crossed one leg over the other, then switched it up.

The Doctor watched him carefully, and then shared a knowing glance with Bill.

"Nardole?" He said. "You know I'm not actually cross with you."

Nardole nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it without a sound. He repeated the action a few times before vocalizing it.

"It doesn't mean I'm not cross with myself."

The Doctor sat up straighter, as did Bill.

"I'm fine," the Doctor said. "It wasn't a big deal, Nardole. Seriously."

Nardole looked at his hands.

"It's not just that. Well, sort of. I don't know. We were having a good time till I went and ruined it. Seems to happen a lot." He folded his hands together. "I'm the killjoy of this little gang of ours."

Bill rested her arm on the sofa and gave Nardole an intent stare.

"You're not a killjoy," she said. "And you're almost always the one keeping us safe. Without you, we'd probably be lost on some planet right now. Or worse."

"Probably worse," the Doctor added.

Nardole smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I didn't do much 'keeping you safe' today. Almost blinded the Doctor."

The Doctor waved him off.

"Give me some credit. I am a Timelord. We can handle a bit more than a handful of snow."

Nardole finally seemed to lighten up, relaxing tense shoulders. "I suppose so."

Bill stood with her mug.

"Anyone else need a top up?"

The other two shook their heads, murmuring 'no thank yous' as Bill disappeared into the next room. The Doctor sat back and looked into the fire. An unconscious smile played at his lips.

He had his friends. He had hot cocoa on a cold winter's day.

Why had he ever thought he needed all of time and space to be happy?