Authors Note: Here in not-so-sunny Wales it's now December, so thought I'd post the first chapter. Don't own any of it, it all belongs to the British Broadcasting Corporation otherwise known as the BEEB. Enjoy... next chapter will be up on the 3rd. C xThe Grinch
Still trying to puzzle out exactly what he should do he walked closer to the hole to peer up through it. He scratched his head, pulling a face at the amount of damage before calling up through the hole.
"Er, hello? Anyone up there? We um, seem to have collided. Well um, that is to say my er, TARDIS seems to have hit your…"
"Sleigh, yes. It would appear so." A posh voice called back before a head popped into view, a head with ruddy cheeks, framed by flowing white hair and beard.
"And you would be…" he said, cringing as the man answered.
"Father Christmas."
"Which would make this…"
"Christmas Eve."
"Ah, right. That's, well that's just…" he scrubbed his hair a little more.
"Yes, my sentiments exactly. Do you think you could land this contraption…"
"TARDIS" the Doctor interrupted distractedly.
"Do you think you could land this contraption safely?" Father Christmas said pointedly, "my reindeer are in rather a precarious position. London will do nicely."
"Yes, right, um, hold on then." The Doctor said, still distracted by the mystery of how Father Christmas' sleigh crashed through the side of the TARDIS. He moved back to the console and flicked a switch, holding a lever as the TARDIS started to move. It was humming gently again as it shivered its way back down to Earth. As it landed with a slight jolt he flicked a few switches and then walked to the doors, picking up his dark beige trench coat from the railing on the way, and with a perplexed look on his face stepped out into… heaven.
Or at least his version of it.
It was snowing, shining white proper snowflake snow. None of your fake 'there's a ship burning in the atmosphere' ash-snow rubbish but real honest snow. His ears seemed to prick up somewhat like a small puppies as in the distance he heard Carollers and he smiled. The infectious grin that no one could possibly resist… nobody except for one person.
"Excuse me, but firstly you crashed into me. Secondly you've landed me in daylight. I mean. Daylight of all the… And now you're grinning like a buffoon." Of course the one person not affected by his grin was the jolliest man on Earth, of all time. "Is there any chance of you giving me a hand this side of Christmas morning? That's assuming we haven't missed it of course." The Doctor's grin slid away and he hurried back, feeling like he'd just been scolded by his own father. He helped Father Christmas down and then scrambled up to the side of the sleigh to release the reindeer from their harnesses.
"Well, you don't look like the Grinch."
"Excuse me?" The Doctor asked, glancing at him as he undid the second to last buckle.
"The Grinch who stole Christmas, you don't look like him, but you seem to be doing your best to accomplish it." The Doctor simply looked amused and let the last reindeer free. He jumped down and walked to what most would consider to be the back of the TARDIS and opened the door concealed there.
"Livestock entrance." He said by way of explanation, before giving the lead reindeer directions "Just go straight on and then left at the hayrick." As the reindeer filed past him he greeted each one like an old friend, patting them on the shoulder. Blitzen brought up the rear and he shut the door behind them. He turned to Father Christmas. "Firstly, I'm afraid some of them are a little lame, so they can't continue tonight. And you're looking worse for wear, which I guess leaves me in charge of this Christmas." He frowned a little then grinned. "Saving Christmas, sounds like fun."
"That's beside the point." Father Christmas said. "We may already have missed Christmas."
"Oh, well, the TARDIS is a time machine so that's easily fixed, but I think I'll go check where we are. Make yourself comfortable. Won't be long." He strolled off humming 'Oh Christmas Tree' leaving dear old Saint Nick flummoxed.