A/N: Sorry about the wait! Life is crazy and I am utterly exhausted. Thank you so so much to everyone following this story, those of you who have already favorited, and everyone who has left such amazing reviews! I adore you all. This chapter's a little shorter than I planned, but, I hope you still enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything related. That goes to the BBC. *Some lines below are borrowed from the episode The Voyage of the Damned. Credit for those lines belong to the respective writers.*

Suddenly the other Doctor's voice echoed in the control room saying, "Oh, Doctor, remember to put your shields up." But just as the he pushed the button to do that, there was the sound of a ship's horn as the prow of a large vessel crashed into the control room, causing Rose and the Doctor to both fall backwards.

"What? What?!" the Doctor yelled.

Rose picked up a life belt and said in shock, "Oh my god." The Doctor grabbed the life belt from her and saw that it read TITANIC.

"What?!"

Quickly the Doctor hopped to his feet and began resetting the console. Rose watched as the broken down walls of the TARDIS reformed and the vessel that had crashed into them disappeared. As everything righted it's self, she felt a rush of lightheadedness. "Well, that felt weird," she exclaimed as she pulled herself up next to the Doctor. "Did we seriously just collide with the Titanic? Wait, hold on, are we the reason the it sinks?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "No, Rose we are not the reason the Titanic sinks. Trust me. I was there and that iceberg was very cold."

"So, what just happened then?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno. Fancy finding out?"

A huge smile spread across her face. That was the only answer he needed. He quickly landed the TARDIS before grasping Rose's hand and tugging her out the door.

The Doctor and Rose observed their surroundings cautiously and slowly made their way around the supposed ship. "Doctor," Rose said quietly. "If you've already been to the Titanic, should we even be here? Don't you think two run-ins with your past self might be pushing it?"

"I don't think I've been here before," he informed her. "Look there." He nodded to a pair of large life size statues of gold angel. "Those aren't familiar at all. And trust me, I'd remember."

Rose took a step closer to the Doctor when one of the statues twitched. "Yeah, we don't seem to have the best luck with angels." She shuddered as the memory of a Weeping Angel washed over her. "Better stay clear of this lot."

The Doctor readily agreed and walked away, only to then notice a small red skinned alien. With a frown he pulled Rose over to a nearby window. "Right," he drawled out as he took in the sight before him.

"So, definitely not the original Titanic, I take it," Rose said with a laugh as she looked out and saw that they were orbiting the planet Earth.

A voice came over an intercom, stating, "Attention all passengers. The Titanic is now in orbit above Sol Three, also known as Earth. Population, Human. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas."

Rose inhaled sharply. "Christmas," she whispered.

"We never did celebrate," the Doctor mused.

"Just felt sort of wrong without mum. I dunno though... this might be nice..."

"You sure you're ready for something like this? There are an awful lot of people here."

She clutched his hand tightly. "I don't want to be afraid anymore, Doctor. If I stop living my life, then he wins."

The Doctor didn't even have to ask who the "he" she was referring to was. He plastered a smile on his face, determined to give her a happy Christmas, and said, "Come on then. Back to the TARDIS. We need to change!"

One hour later and the Doctor was standing in the entrance of the wardrobe room, waiting for Rose to finish picking a dress. Honestly, he thought to himself. How long does it take? He walked over to a mirror and began nervously fiddling with his bow tie. It was a risk, wearing this tux, nothing good ever seemed to happen while he had it on, but, he wanted to go all out for Rose. He knew this was going to be a big step for her and he wanted to make the night special.

His thoughts drifted to his brilliant companion. He found her intriguing from the moment he took her hand and told her to, "run." There was something different and special about her. He tried walking away. Tired not to think about the silly human girl, but she invaded all of his thoughts. His hearts shattered when he invited her along and she said, "no." He couldn't believe it. It wasn't until his ship had almost fully dematerialised that a thought struck him. Tell her it travels in time! It went against his rules. He didn't ask people twice. But she was worth it. She would always be worth it.

Warm hands replaced his own, as he blinked and realised that Rose was now standing in front of him fixing his tie. "Stop messin' with it!" she scolded playfully. "Perfect!" she declared when she was finished. "Now you look very cool."

He raised his eyebrows. "Cool?"

"Yeah. Bow ties are cool."

"If you say so."

She leaned and kissed him. "I do."

He responded with an even deeper kiss. "Have I told you how utterly gorgeous you look?" he asked breathlessly.

"Do I?" she responded quietly as she fussed with her skirt. It had taken her forever to decide on what to wear, finally settling a cherry red knee-length dress that flared out at her hips. The neckline was rounded, but, not too revealing and had elbow length sleeves. Despite the modestly of the dress, she felt rather pretty in it. She was just nervous. This was her first time dressing up for anything in a long while. Her hands were shaking so bad, she made the decision not to mess with her hair and to leave it straight. "Are you sure I look posh enough? There were some pretty fancy ladies out there."

The Doctor wrapped his hands around her waist and leaned his forehead against hers. "Rose, you are beautiful. You could be wearing a bin bag and still be the most delightful creature out there."

"Shut up," she told him with a blush.

Sensing an inevitable argument if he kept trying to convince her, the Doctor grabbed her hand and led her towards the control room. "Come on. Christmas awaits."

"So the Titanic? Kind of seems like a poor choice in names, don't ya think?" she asked as they walked through the TARDIS corridors.

"I would have to agree with you there. But the place seemed harmless enough. Just a space cruise touring the Earth."

"Seriously? You don't think there's anything fishy going on?"

"There doesn't have to be trouble every Christmas, Rose," the Doctor said.

She laughed. "For us, the evidence proves otherwise. I don't mind though. A bit of investigating while sipping champagne? Doesn't seem half bad."

After a quick stop in Rose's room so she could apply some red lippy, they made their way to the control room and to the door. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Rose?" the Doctor asked once more.

"Yes. Look, I'm even wearing flats in case we have to run!"

The Doctor scoffed. "I don't plan on there being any running. Can't we just have a nice normal Christmas?"

Bursting into giggles, she replied, "A nice normal Christmas on a cruise ship in space named after the Titanic? Absolutely. I'm sure we will have a nice normal Christmas."

Coming Soon: Part Two. A nice normal Christmas...

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