The second day: O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree

A/N Well, thank you to all my reviewers – I'm really glad you liked it! Sorry I couldn't update yesterday, but I finished school and went out with my friends – it was a bit manic! Anyway, double update today if I can do it, so here's the second day. Btw, if anyone's got any ideas for a setting or plot line for a day, please let me know – I need one or two more! Thank you! xx

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"Hmm. I dunno, it's a bit small. What about that one?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes exasperatedly as he trudged after Jackie, an axe swung over his shoulder. Jackie had decided that she wanted a real Christmas tree that year, and somehow he had got landed with the task of accompanying her on her quest to find the perfect tree.

So, the Doctor found himself in a little field outside London, owned by a grubby little man who charged ridiculously high prices for ridiculously crumby little trees. It was freezing, dark and wet, and as he had refused to put on the stupidly bright multicoloured scarf Rose had found in the Tardis, he was getting a cold. As he sneezed for the umpteenth time and stamped his feet on the frosty ground, he knew why he hated domestics. Finally, Jackie decided that she wanted the very first tree she had seen, and so, grinding his teeth, the Doctor had followed her back to the little fir tree they had seen upon arriving, and with short, violent strokes, the Doctor vented his anger on the tree, cutting it to the ground in record time. Then he manhandled it into the Tardis and smiling with a vengeance at the little man, pulled Jackie into the blue box and set off for the Powell Estate, watching the man's face with glee as they disappeared from sight.

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"You took your time" Rose commented, upon opening the door and seeing a pleased Jackie and a furious Doctor. The Doctor gave her a welcoming sneeze, and they pushed in the tree, Jackie fussing about getting it crushed on the sides and the Doctor's mood becoming blacker by the second. Finally it got in the flat and Jackie set about positioning it in the right place.

The Doctor turned round to Rose. "That is the last time I go shopping with your mother ever again. I could have read the Bible in the time it took her to choose one. And now I've got a cold" he pestered, in a boyish voice.

"Aw..." Rose smoothed his hair and put on a motherly voice. "Did my little Doctor get a nasty cold from going out in the dark with no scarf?"

He frowned at her. "There was no way I was wearing that thing. I have bad memories of that scarf." He shook himself, before sneezing again.

"Bless you." She said. "Now come on, off to bed, get a good night's sleep and you'll be right as rain in the morning."

"No I will not." He petulantly proclaimed, as Rose went into the bathroom and returned with a large bottle of medicine. She waved a spoon at him, before ordering him to sit down on the sofa. The Doctor obeyed, opened his mouth and took his medicine like a good boy.

"That's better." She patted his head, winking at him. She put the bottle on the side table and went off in search of blankets, ordering him to go and get changed in her room, waving away his protests that he had nothing to change into. Worrying that she had something planned, he went into her room, and noticed happily that a pair of clean pyjamas was laid out on the bed for him.

"Good old Howard." He beamed, as he changed into the blue striped pyjamas. He shrugged on the dressing gown and went back into the lounge. Jackie had now finished adjusting the tree and looked up in surprise at him as he walked into the lounge, ready for bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked, shuffling around on her knees.

"Thanks to you and your quest, dear Jackie, I have got a very bad cold, and will probably get pneumonia now, and die."

She sniffed and went back to fussing over the tree.

Huffing he looked around for Rose, who was laying some blankets on the sofa.

"See. Nobody cares whether I live or die." He clambered into the makeshift bed as Rose lifted up the covers for him. "I might as well curl up in a ball and –"

He sneezed again, this time accompanied by some Gallifreyan expletives that the Tardis didn't seem to think to be fit for Rose's ears.

"Language!" She waved her finger at him, and pulled the blankets up around him, grinning. "Night Doctor. Sleep well."

On the impulse of the moment, and suddenly overcome with love for her, the Doctor reached up towards her, as she moved her head away from him. He ended up kissing her ear, and got half a mouthful of blonde strands for his troubles, but he didn't mind. Rose blushed and gave him a bashful smile. She fiddled with the edge of the covers for a while, before muttering a rushed "Night" to her Mum, giving her a kiss on the cheek, and hurrying off to her room and closing the door.

When the door closed on her, Jackie turned round to him. "Well, about time too. Poor girl, making her think you loved her and then going and changing your face. She's been through a lot for you, you know."

The Doctor snuggled down into his bed, beaming. "I know, Jackie. I know."

It looked like it was going to be a rather good Christmas after all.

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