Hello! Yes! Final Chapter! Should be uploaded New Years Eve!

I hope you like the little cameos!

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!...", Santa Claus hollered.

Sarah Jane, Luke, Clyde, Rani, Gita, Haresh, Maria and Alan were all in a circle, and Santa stood in the middle.

"And now...", he then grinned...

"...Prepare to die!"

He laughed an evil laugh, then suddenly stopped, and looked between Luke and Clyde.

There stood a tall man. A man with floppy hair, a tweed jacket, and a bow tie. On the left of him, a young, attractive woman with fiery red hair, and on the left, a young, short haired man.

"Hello, Santa!" Said the floppy haired man.

Santa looked towards him, and growled.

"Now then!"

The floppy haired man searched his pockets, and then grunted, annoyed.

"Flipping.. Heck! My sonic!"

"Doctor?" the red haired girl asked.

"My sonic's still broken, remember!"

"So, we're lost then?" the short haired man asked.

"Oh, shut up, Rory!" Amy replied.

Santa walked, slowly but menacingly, towards the floppy haired man. But suddenly, sparks flew out of the mechanical joint on his left shoulder. Growling again, he turned around, and between Maria and Alan, stood a third man. He was slightly shorter than the floppy haired man, and wore a brown, pinstriped suit, with white plimsolls. He had spiky hair and sideburns, thickly-framed glasses, and a cheeky grin. He was holding out a strange metal tube, similar to Sarah Jane's, but slightly longer, and with a blue light at the end, which had just stopped glowing. He looked at Santa, did something his tube, and sonic-ed Santa again. A blue light surrounded Santa, and he faded away. He then looked towards the others.

"Sarah! Luke! Clyde! Rani! Maria! Alan! Gita! Haresh!"

"Yeah?" They all replied, one after another, as all they looked at him.

"RUN!"

The eight Humans obeyed the spiky-haired man, and he looked towards the other three.

"They're off to safety, now you three!"

The spiky haired man held out his sonic, and all four of them teleported too...

...into a strange room. A curved orange wall, studded with pentagons, which curved into the centre of the room, which was held in place by a strange column. The column was green, with strange plastic tubes in the core. And at the bottom of the column, was a greenish console, with oddly looked and oddly placed buttons, switches, levers, and various other things.

"Where are we?" Rory asked anybody he though would know the answer.

"Now then, Sorry!" Said the spiky haired man, running around the console, his white plimsolls tapping the iron-grid-floor as he bounced along childishly.

"I know the others could just run, and I could've told you lot to run, but there's something odd about you three. The thing is, you're not like other Humans. Who are you?"

"Who am I? Huh. Exactly." The Doctor smiled back.

"Doctor, who is that?" Rory asked the Doctor.

"No..." The spiky haired man exclaimed.

"Yup. Hello, Doctor."

"Doctor?" asked Amy.

"Hello!" Ten and Eleven replied, simultaneously.

"OK. Now, I'm confused." announced Rory.

"He's me. I'm him. He was dying. Poor old Wilf. He regenerated. Became me. TARDIS was going all explodey wodey, and that's when I crashed into your garden shed, Amy."

"What?" Ten gasped.

"Well, think about it. I'm the future version of you, so-"

"Ah, yes! You don't remember this conversation from when you were me, do you?"

"Nope, which means it never really happened."

"Exactly."

"But hold on..." Rory butted in. "Time can be re-written, didn't you say?"

"Well, good idea that, err... what was your name?"

"Rory."

"Well, Rory, the point is-"

"Time can be in a state of flux, where it can be changed, or it can be fixed, so whatever happens, happens." chimed Eleven. "I could tell when time was in flux or fixed when I was you, but I've lost it now. And even if I had it, I'd still abuse it. Just like when you abused it on Mars with Adelaide"

"Mars?" Pond asked.

"Yup." cheered Ten.

Eleven stepped towards Ten.

"Which, come to think about it, where are we in your time-line?"

"Er. ..Lemmie think.."

The TARDIS suddenly hurtled out of control.

"Ahh. That's right! Santa!" said Eleven, as he started to help Ten with the console.

"Not a Roboform, neither version. So the question is, who is he?" Ten asked Santa.

"Err. He's the real Santa." asked Rory.

"Nahh. He's not. Sorry about this, Amy, Rory, but I'm going to have to tell you the truth about Christmas." sighed Ten.

"How can one Human, who's very elderly and obese, really visit all 130 million houses of the Earth in one day?" Eleven asked his companions.

"By magic." Amy nudged Rory in the rib.

"Nah, there's no such thing." scoffed Eleven.

"But think about it. Every shopping centre, there's a Santa Claus. Tell them, 'you're not the real Santa', and they'll tell you they are helping him. Everyone in the world helps Santa, keeping the magic of Christmas alive." said Ten.

"And that's not all..."

The gang stopped running, and an uproar started in the crowd.

"Oh, wow! Alien robot Santa!"

"Was that really the Doctor?"

"Where's Chrissie?"

"It wasn't an alien, Gita."

"That redhead was cute!"

"What the Hell is going on?"

"But it was still a robot Santa!"

"Shuddup, Clyde!"

"Who was that guy in the suit?"

Sarah Jane secretly took her lipstick from Rani's pocket, held it in the air, and gave it a loud blast, quickly quieting everyone.

"Right. Alright then. Those two were the Doctor. He can regenerate, giving himself a whole new look and persona. The redhead was Amy, and the other man was Rory, and they are the companions of the Doctor with the bow tie."

"Okay..." someone said.

"I still have no idea what's going on." said another person.

Suddenly, something it the ground, causing a slight earthquake. The gang looked towards where it had hit, and saw a pile of mistletoe. Another meteorite-thingy hit the opposite side of the road, and it was a small, completely decorated Christmas tree. More and more ocks and shooting stars and comets fell to the ground, all of them landing as massive snowballs, miniature Christmas trees, pools of wine, bows of ribbon and piles of mistletoe.

"Christmas Attacks: When Santa Goes Bad. Coming to games consoles and cinemas soon. Coming to Earth as meteors now." Clyde joked, as the gang looked at the damage.

"So what do we do?" asked Maria.

"I really don't know, Maria. But I have a feeling the Doctor will help us." Luke replied, holding her hand. Alan smiled at Luke. As did Clyde, who held Rani's. Rani then smiled at Maria. Gita also smiled at Rani. Haresh frowned at Clyde, and Gita elbowed him again.

Ten, Eleven, Amy and Rory were now all circled around the TARDIS console, trying in vain to stop the shaking.

Bleeping suddenly arose from the console. Ten growled in frustration, and pulled over the TARDIS monitor. He muttered: "Oh. Oh dear."

Eleven shuffled towards him, and looked over his shoulder. Amy and Rory looked at each other, panicking, them they looked back to the Doctors. For a moment, the screen was blank, with just a glowing, white crack in the centre. After a fraction of a second, however, it returned to normal, and showed...

"Meteors. Thousands of them. Hitting Earth every moment." Ten answered to their worried faces.

"But the odd thing is, the stuff that lands is something Christmassy. Pools of mulled wine, miniature and fully decorated trees, piles of bows and ribbons, bunches of mistletoe and mountains of snow." explained Eleven.

"Why am I never good with Christmas?" Ten whinged.

"I dunno, but you've given me your Christmas trait. We've just come from Sardicktown. Flying sharks, an alien Scrooge and a dying blonde opera singer. Mental."

"Sounds fun. I look forward to it."

"Err, guys, I don't mean to interrupt your chat, but Earth's kind of in danger... again. Can you do something about it?" Rory politely asked the Time Lords.

"Rory! Yes! Hello!"

"Hi, er.. Doctor."

"Right, so: Sarah Jane's gang have discovered alien activity. Alien activity at Christmas. Christmastime is always a bad idea in the 21st Century." Eleven recalled. Suddenly, his body shook violently, and he fell onto the nearby chair.

"What the Hell?" Ten yelped.

"It's... the TARDIS..." Eleven choked. He inhaled deeply, then suddenly found the strength to pull himself up onto the console.

"..It's in trouble. Sorry, Doctor, but I'm taking a diversion!" He pressed a button, and the TARDIS flew towards a spaceship... shaped like a silvery sleigh.

Ten's TARDIS landed in a grey-walled room, with Eleven's TARDIS opposite. Eleven ran out, and smiled at his TARDIS. He ran up towards it, but got zapped by an invisible forcefield. Amy and Rory helped him up.

"What the Hell is going on?" Ten muttered through gritted teeth.

"Brr! It's freezing." Rory whined.

"Oh, stop whinging!" Amy replied.

"Ahh, so glad you could join us!" a metallic voice said from opposite them.

The Doctors and the Companions turned around, and saw a crowd of Santas.

Some were thin. Some wore green. And some were Lady Clauses.

A group of varied Santas.

Robot Santas.

"I've just had a thought!" Ten smiled at the robots.

"Doctor! ...I apologise. Doctors!" a Santa announced.

"Your TARDIS had to be held to stop you from defeating us." said another Santa.

"But we did not have enough power to sustain a second incarnation of you to arrive." said a third.

"A second incarnation, this time with a working sonic!" proclaimed Ten. "Well, you could have picked any other Doctor. Well, except for Celery and Cricket, and the one with really bad fashion sense. But I s'pose my sonic is the most latest one after this guy's!"

He walked towards the Santas, pulled out his sonic, and waved it at the Santas.

"I could so easily just sonic you all into oblivion."

Te Santas looked at him, with their heads tilted at an angle.

Ten lifted his sonic towards the Santas.

"So I will sonic you all to oblivion. If you don't stop this invasion."

The Santas looked at the Doctor and his sonic, and laughed.

"What the Hell?" Rory exclaimed.

"Doctor, why are they laughing?" Amy asked Eleven.

"Dunno." Ten and Eleven said together.

"Please stop doing that." Rory complained.

"No! It's funny!" They said, synchronously.

"But you cannot stop us yourself." A Santa smiled.

"We cannot be stopped by simple sonic wave trickery." 'teased' another.

"Huh?" the Doctors and the Companions gasped.

"We are not powered by electricity. We are powered by something else. And that is the only way you can stop us!" The Santas all chorused.

The Doctors and The Companions gasped again.

"Commence the devastation of Earth!" The Santas chimed.

Suddenly, the spaceship shook.

On Earth, more and more Christmassy rocks hit, creating massive gaping holes and smoking craters.

Luckily, not many people were being hurt. At all. Yet.

The Santas were planning to change Earth. They weren't going to kill every Human immediately, but deliver enough meteors to change the climate into a colder one, therefore making it a place for the Santas to live (these robots operated best at cold temperatures, hence the cold ship), killing all the Humans in the process.

It was done at Christmas time, because if the Santas had to visit Earth, before, during or after the Freeze, they could be dismissed by Humans as publicity stunts, again, hence the robots' 'clothing'. Also, since Christmastime was a cold (Except for the Aussies), they had decided to plan it all to be at Christmas. The whole Christmas thing was made to make Earth's population as unaware as possible.

Ten suddenly decided to run back to his TARDIS. However, the Santas had anticipated this move, and had electro-locked it away, like they had done with Eleven's.

So now, the Doctors and the Companions were trapped on an alien spaceship, with no hope of rescue.

But Sarah Jane and her gang didn't know this. So the Earth was going to be blown up.

Unless Sarah Jane, Luke, Maria, Clyde and Rani found out the way to defeat the Santas.

Which, luckily, they were just about to.

There. I usually put an ellipsis (…) between each bit sub-chapter bit, but i've recently found out that they don't come up on FF, so i'm trying different approaches.

And sorry for the lack of Chrivan. I HATE writing about them.

Re-reading Ten and Eleven, however, makes me want to write an 'Eleven Doctors' story. I've had a few ideas on an All-Docs story in the past, so I might be able to do a fairly good story.

And yes, before you nag in the reviews that this is a crap final chapter, it isn't!

Yeah, I keep keeping you guys on tenterhooks, don't I?

But don't worry, as soon as I realised this wouldn't be the last chapter (which was earlier today, it's the 30th), I had chopped the original last chapter in a place which seemed good, and I placed the latter half in a new chapter.

So, coming tomorrow, the final chapter of Christmas on Bannerman Road!

"Teenage Love: Hidden and Forbidden."

Dark-ish title, I know. I can't think of anything else.

Actually, I'll upload it now. It'll be up straight after this one!