A/N: This one is fluff, yeah shocking I know. But I didn't know what to do with candles, but to write about Eight. And when is about Eight what else to write about but fluff?
The Doctor was in a Christmas mood for probably the first time since his fifth life he thought. He had heard that humans have a custom to light candles on Christmas. The Doctor wasn't sure what kind of candles exactly and in what time, but he was determined that he would put candles all over the place and would light them. So he checked on Grace's shifts and made sure that she would be at work when he sneak into her house and prepare the place. The Doctor took all the candlelights that he could find into the TARDIS, and placed them leading from the entrance door to the living room of Grace's house. He was glad that he had the time machine and wouldn't not have to break into the house.
By the time Grace came home the house was dark, but she could see a faint orange light from the glass door. She became slightly uneasy thinking of who could have entered the house without breaking in. The puzzling part was that they would go and light either candles or the fireplace. She wondered what for. It wasn't as if it would provide them a lot of light to see if they want to rob the house, and still would trigger the neighbour's attention with the light. Her heart jumped in her throat there was only one person who would be bold enough to don't care if someone calls the police. Before she had met this impossible man that Doctor, she would not have believed in the exictence of the other man too. But even then… she was sure that he was dead fallen in the exact place that he wanted her to open for him. Surely the Master can't be here again, Grace thought and gripped tightly her medical back. She would use whatever sharp is there if she has to.
Tentatively Grace opened the door slipping one hand inside the medical back. She made to turn the lights on, when a hand clamped over hers.
"Don't; it would destroy the effect." A soft voice told her. At first she jumped but then she turned, and found herself facing gentle looking man with long curly hair. She gazed at the soft soulful brown eyes of a poet and sagged in relief into his grip.
"Doctor…"She said quietly. "What are you doing here? You nearly give me a heart attack."
The Doctor grinned and span her around as in some kind of made up dance.
"Do you like it?" He asked Grace turning her in the spot and then pulled her towards the living room to let her take it all in. Several big candlelights were lined around the walls with tents of candles each giving a soft fairy tale glow to the house.
"Yes, yes I like it." She was breathless, why had he done this after 2 years? She still remembered the night of the New Year's Eve when she met him 2 years ago. She thought she would forget him and would easily go back to her normal life. But she never did forget that impossible mad man. And here he was 2 years ago slipping into her house and doing this.
"Merry Christmas, Grace Holloway." The Doctor told her and kissed her lifting her up in his arms.
"Doctor is not Christmas yet is 22th." She told him with a smile after he let her go. "But never mind for me could as well be Christmas now."