A/N: First, my usual apologies for the lack of updates. Life got a bit on the way of my writing. I had many important school exams to study for and essays and projects that needed to be done. In the middle of that, I now have seven unfinished chapters and plot twists wildly running through my mind – you are all going to love it.

This is a filler chapter, but with important information regarding the plot, as usual. Slightly short. A Christmas chapter, with an appearance from the infamous group called Les Amis De l'ABC and Marius Pontmercy. Set in different time streams.

Thank you for sticking with me and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Christmas.

2013.

He buries his head into his pillow and holds back a few tears. His body is wrapped around a heavy green blanket and as he contemplates all of his choices on the previous years, he almost wishes he had the strength to go downstairs and face his family.

He doesn't. Instead, he bits his lower lip and sighs because once again, he is the cause of a ruined Christmas. For a moment, he tries to imagine what is happening on the living room. His mother was probably praying for his recovery and his sisters were definitely discussing how 'he only seems to get worse' and asking themselves 'what the hell is wrong with him anyways?'

He closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, but he can't. Not without taking his medication and… he really doesn't want to take his medication. He doesn't know what's wrong. He doesn't know why he still insists on trying to get better.

The window was open and he could hear the sound of children's laughter and the singing coming from the neighbor's yard. A cold wind blows through his room and he shivers from the cold. He stays on the bed for several moments, before sighing and forcing himself to get up.

Once he reached the window – blanket still wrapped around him – he takes a moment to observe the sky and was surprised to see that it was snowing. A weird occurrence. It had been at least three years since it hasn't snowed in London during Christmas time.

His eyes drift away to the streets, which were already covered with snow. He feels tears coming to his eyes once again and takes a deep breath, trying to focus on his neighbors. There was already a snowball fight happening and a few children were making snow-angels and building snowmen. The adults were mostly watching, with a warm cup of tea in their hands… except for two particular adults.

One of them was a blonde haired woman, in a dress and a jacket. She looked strangely familiar, yet he couldn't quite recognize her. She was leaning against a big blue box, laughing and talking cheerfully to someone. A dark-haired man with curly messy hair, dressed in jeans and a green hoodie. He was sitting on the snow, making a few doodles on it with the help of a stick.

He only notices that he has been watching them for so long until the woman catches his eyes. She smiles and says something to her friend, before waving her hand cheerfully at him. The man looks up and hesitates for a moment, but does the same thing.

He finds himself smiling and waving back at them.

He doesn't remember when it was the last time he smiled. But he just did it.

It frightens him.

"What are you smiling at?" A sweet voice asked, causing him to turn around. It was his youngest sister, with only seven years old.

It takes him a few seconds to speak. He clears his throat and nervously runs a hand through his hair. "It's… It's snowing."

"Oh." She answers. "It has been a long time since I've seen your smile."

"I know…" He agrees, tucking his hands on the pockets of his jacket. "I'm… I'm sorry."

"You are only sad. That's not your fault." The little girl says, tilting her head to the side. "I never see you anymore and I was just…I was wondering if… If… Do you want to build a snowman?"

He stared at her for a moment before clearing his throat once again. "Yes." He replies, with a frown. "Yes, I would like that."

1828.

"It's Christmas Eve." Jean Prouvaire sighed, resting his elbows on top of the table. "Grantaire's favourite holiday. He should be back by now."

There was a silence in the room and everyone seemed to get unusually quiet. Even Bahorel, who was often telling a tale of his many adventures through the streets of Paris, was staring at his glass of beer in contemplative silence.

"It's been five months…" Combeferre spoke, cleaning his glasses with the sleeves of his jacket. "I'm beginning to suspect that this is not just any unexpected travel he went to. And even if that was the case, he would have left a note."

Joly took a deep breath to stop a giggle from escaping his mouth. He stood up, leaning against his cane, and scratched the tip of his nose. "Do not worry, friends of mine." He said, a smile appearing on his face. "I happened to stroll by his place earlier today and I saw him there."

"You saw him there?" Bossuet asked, raising his eyebrows. "And why haven't you told anyone about it?"

"I was waiting for the subject to come up." He shrugged, before continuing. "He was just passing by to take care of his garden. Something came up for him. He met with a dear old friend of his a few months ago. A remarkable woman she is, clever and brave. She is a doctor and a traveler and asked Grantaire to join her. He is her companion now."

"Grantaire eloped with a woman?" Enjolras asked, with a roll of his eyes. "All of this worry was for nothing, apparently."

"There is still a few unresolved businesses they need to attend to, but according to Grantaire, he shall be back soon. He apologized for his absence and so did his friend."

"And what is the name of his lady friend?" Bossuet inquired.

"She is called The Doctor."

"The Doctor?" Enjolras frowned. The name had sounded strangely familiar for him. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, the young revolutionary instinctively reached for something on his pockets: a fob watch. A golden and old fob watch, decorated with circular, complicated designs. He looked up once again at Joly, blinking his eyes with curiosity before finally asking: "Doctor Who?"

Time Vortex – Unspecific Time.

"I wonder if one of these years, there will be actual real snow in London on Christmas Time." The Doctor mused, as she entered her TARDIS.

"Perhaps not. But meanwhile, they have your weather… changer… thingy." Grantaire commented, sitting himself on the Captain's chair. "Christmas… For some reason, it has always been my favourite time of the year. But this one? Fighting aliens, almost dying at least three times, saving different planets… This was, by far, the best Christmas I ever had." He laughed. "Thank you, Doctor."

There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two of them. The Doctor let a yawn escape her lips, leaning herself against one of the handrails of the staircase while Grantaire closed his eyes and sighed.

"What about your friends?" The Doctor asked suddenly, raising her eyebrows. "Do you want to pay them a visit? I mean… It's Christmas, after all."

Grantaire pondered at the offer for several moments. As much as he missed his friends, he was not exactly sure if they had missed him as well. If anything, they were happier without his constant interruptions and sarcastic remarks. Perhaps they had even made great advances in their cause.

Another thought occurred to him: what if they did not approved of his association with the Doctor? What if his friends accused him of betrayal for associating with someone else? What if he was forced to leave the Doctor? What if the Doctor abandoned him once again?

No. He thought, stealing a quick glance at the Time Lord. She would not do that. Not after everything we've been through.

"Thank you, Doctor, but… I don't think it would be a good idea."

She frowned at his reply, slightly confused. She knew that he missed his friends because she had seen his expression when they had met Joly earlier that day, on their weekly trip to take care of the garden. She had heard the tone of happiness in his voice whenever he mentioned them to her. His friends had always seemed like his family, and the Doctor couldn't understand why he didn't wish to see his family. Especially on Christmas Eve.

But either way, she decided to let the subject go for the moment. Walking over to where he was, The Doctor placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'm glad to have you here." She commented, smiling at him before turning herself around and walking towards the TARDIS' corridors. "Have a merry Christmas, Grantaire."

"Merry Christmas, Doctor!" He replied, smiling to himself as he got up from the Captain's chair and looked around the console room.

It didn't matter if he missed his friends or not. Grantaire knew his place was in the TARDIS, with the Doctor. This place had become his home in a short period of time and he would not trade it for anything in the world.

For the first time, in a very long time, Grantaire felt truly happy.

1832.

Two men were sitting alongside each other in a living room. One with long red hair and another with floppy brown hair. There was a slight hint of melancholy and grief on the room, but it was enough to drive the Christmas Spirit completely away.

"I remember how much they liked the holidays…" One of the men, a young lad named Marius Pontmercy, commented. "I remember how…"

"Don't do this." The other man said, keeping his head down. "Please. I won't be able to stop crying."

"Remembering hurts." Marius agreed, nodding his head. Tears were starting to form into his eyes, as he looked up at his friend. "Have you seen her?"

"The Doctor?" The other asked, raising his eyebrows. "No. I haven't seen her in a long time. I am quite worried, in fact. It's Christmas…" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No one should be alone on Christmas."

"Well," Marius trailed off for a moment. "It's the Doctor we're talking about. I have a feeling that she is probably getting herself into some trouble."

"No. I don't think she is." He quickly replied, acquiring a dark expression. "The last time I saw her, she was completely broken. She said she was done with travelling around and saving the universe… She said that the universe doesn't care."

"The universe needs her." He stated, looking down at his own feet. "Cosette and I shall pray for her tomorrow on Christmas Mass."

"For her or to her?" He asked calmly. "We often mistake the Doctor for some sort of Goddess. We often believe that she is strong and that she can take care of herself. I don't believe that's quite true."

"Me neither." Marius admitted. "We used to think the same thing about Enjolras, didn't we?"

"Yes, we did. Perhaps that's only one more thing they had in common with each other." He mused, finishing his cup of tea and standing up. "I shall be going now. Thank you for the tea invitation."

"It's my pleasure." Marius nodded his head. "Have a Merry Christmas."

"Thank you, my friend. A Merry Christmas for you as well."