Notes: Hello, everyone! I hope you all spent the last week or so with days full of peace, joy, and love.

Today's chapter references an earlier story of mine,The Cupid's Arrow, revised edition.

To my betas, mrsbertucci and Rose_Nebula, my endless gratitude. 33

Thanks to doctorroseprompts for their 31 Days of Ficmas prompts. The one I'm using today is Hot Chocolate.

Summary: Rose is feeling melancholy about having an empty nest, and the Doctor suggests a quick trip in the TARDIS for hot chocolate to cheer her up.

December 24th, 2032

Dear Father Christmas,

It just doesn't feel like Christmas this year. The girls are off studying (that's nothing new), but Wilfred has left us too. He's decided to do a bit of travelling on his own this year, a world tour. He's a restless soul, he is, not a scholarly type like his sisters (they can buckle down and study when they need to). No, Wilf's much more like his Dad, always needing to be on the move. He's spending Christmas on a beach in Australia, surfing and eating shrimp from the barbie, and generally having a good ol' time.

So, I guess that makes me and the Doctor official "empty nesters", yeah?

Now I know how mum felt all those years ago, when I left to travel in the TARDIS. She must have been so lonely. At least I have my Doctor to keep me company; she had no one. And, at the time, I never gave it a passing thought how alone and worried she must have been… just the way my babies probably don't think about me.

Look at me, blubbing away. Just as well I came out here to the treehouse. The Doctor would have been worried to see me cry. It's been happening a lot recently. I'll have to face the music soon enough, though. I can feel his concern, but at least he knows I'm safe, and he understands when I feel like I need some time to myself (well apart from Snowflake: she's curled in my lap. You're not leaving your mum, are you, darling?)

It's a little chilly out here, to be honest, but being up in the treehouse makes me feel so much closer to the kids. So many memories here, and besides the view is unparalleled! The sky is so clear tonight, and the view from here is spectacular, though I can't see many of the stars right now; the moon is directly overhead, in its last quarter but still so bright it's hard to see anything else. But it is a gorgeous thing all on its own.

I'm always in awe of the fact that I can actually make out some of the Lunar colonies. So much has changed in the last few years, and Torchwood has been at the centre of it all. The Doctor contributed his extensive knowledge about space bases (after all, he's run through so many in his lifetime!) and supervised the design team and the actual installation. It never gets old, witnessing first hand, humans taking those first few steps into space, especially since I know what the future has in store for them (the privileges of being a time traveller.)

The Lunar colonies are actually becoming very well established now (you'll need to start visiting the moon on Christmas Eve, Santa, if you haven't already. The first official Lunarians… Selenites… (I dunno… The debate for a proper name is still on. Mum just calls them all Loonies!) were born there early this year. I don't know how you'll keep up once humans spread across the universe!)

Of course, Hope has decided to be a part of it all: she has a position as a physician on Lunar Base Shepard lined up for the coming year, once she graduates. She loves the idea of "pioneering" and has her sights set on eventually going on to Mars once proper bases are established there. That'll be a while though, and thank goodness! The Doctor had a very bad reaction when she mentioned it. I've very rarely seen him so bloody frightened: pure fear and dread. He never could explain why, exactly, just that he had a feeling it was a very bad idea and muttered on about fixed points and such for hours afterwards.

But that's years off. In the meantime, I'm just missing my babies so much. It's funny how the holidays are the times we tend to miss them most. The rest of the year, since Wilfred went travelling, me and the Doctor (and Snowflake) have been too busy off adventuring in the TARDIS to really dwell on their absence too much. It's almost like old times, and I mean really old times, back in the Prime Universe: the two of us; lots of running; saving the universe… only a bit slower than we used to (not exactly spring chickens, us!) and with a lot more vacationing in between… and with a cat (something my Prime Universe Doctor would never have entertained!) But now, it's all so completely brilliant! It's so good to know we can still make a difference out there in our own little way.

But now, standing still, that's when it sinks in… the loneliness.

We're only really here for the Hand in Hand feast, and Mum's New Year's Gala, back in full swing this year, now that she's fully recuperated. It'll be at least a full week before we're back running through the stars!

But that doesn't mean we can't go for a short trip, does it?

Ah ha! Right on cue, here he comes: My Doctor. He must have felt my itchy feet over the bond, because he's beaming away and shouting up at me "Where to, Rose Tyler?"

I guess I'm off on another great adventure… even if it's just for a few hours!

-ooOoo-

We're back, Santa! Made it in just in time for me to finish my letter to you… it's almost midnight!

So, I was shivering when we set off, and the Doctor decided we should go somewhere for hot chocolate. Who am I to argue with that? Years ago, he'd discovered there was a Planet Valentine in this universe. We'd been to the one in the Prime Universe, back when he was still wearing leather (that was an adventure and a half!) and the Doctor had proclaimed one of the cafés there (The Cupid's Arrow) had the best chocolate treats anywhere in the universe, hands down. We'd yet to properly visit this universe's version and agreed it was finally time to discover if it was up to scratch. Sure enough, both the planet and The Cupid's Arrow were just as tacky and over-the-top as I remember, and the hot chocolate was just as gorgeous.

I briefly wondered why we had never come here before (the kids would have had a blast!) but as we were seated at our table, and it ascended on its anti-grav platform through showers of confetti, I looked around me at all the other patrons, and all the reasons why this was not a "family" adventure came rushing back to me. I could feel my cheeks flushing in embarrassment and, I admit, a bit of arousal. This was indeed the planet of love, and many of the customers of The Cupid's Arrow were very, very, very… sexually uninhibited! The Doctor, hearing my thoughts very clearly, waggled his eyebrows at me and gave me a cheeky wink.

Laughing and very glad it was just the two of us, we placed our orders on the touch screen. I should mention, our family is very particular about how we take our hot chocolate. Me, Charlie, and Wilfred all prefer loads of miniature marshmallows, but the Doctor and Hope prefer whipped cream with chocolate curls. And we always get into a huge debate about which way is best, the whole family, all five of us… together. So, of course, while we waited for our cocoa to arrive, me and the Doctor couldn't resist starting in on the familiar argument. But it just wasn't the same without our three not-so-little trouble-makers contributing their two pennies worth, and it didn't take long before I was crying again.

Blimey, it doesn't take much to set me off these days. Mum thinks it's an early sign of menopause (most of my uterus may be gone, but the doctors managed to save my ovaries, so she may very well be right. I'm about the right age for it: forty-seven.) Poor Doctor, he has a loooong few years ahead of him with menopausal-me. And he's just so lovely and sweet, holding me when I need it, and letting me know how loved I am (because it's easy to forget when I get into a state like this.)

It wasn't long before the sparkly, fuchsia Droid-waiter appeared with our hot chocolates. It fluttered its long lashes at me, its heart-shaped deely-bopper eyes bobbing slowly as it expressed concern for my tears. It was so ridiculous I couldn't help but smile and thank it for asking after me. After it flew away, me and the Doctor broke into gales of laughter, again. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Better?"

Oh, I felt so much better, and apologized for being such a nutter.

He grinned at me, took a swig of his chocolate, and with a full, whipped cream mustache, leaned in and gave me a big, sloppy, creamy kiss. "Now you look like a nutter too!"

I gave him a (loving) shove and told him he looked like one, as well.

"Oh, yes!"

And, oh Santa! I made a startling discovery as I licked the cream from my lips (and then from his.) I discovered that I really, really liked hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate curls, and he discovered that he enjoyed marshmallows, especially the little gooey bits that stuck to the edges of my mouth. So we decided on an exchange… and then, well… we might, possibly have got rather enthusiastically involved in the uninhibited spirit of Planet Valentine. I even forgot about my children for a little while there… But I did remember to pick up some chocolatey treats for them and my mum before we left.

I hope I'm not on your naughty list, now…

Happy Christmas, Santa. I bet you and Mrs. Claus would enjoy the Peppermint Hot Chocolate at The Cupid's Arrow. It's so good! Love to both of you, the elves, and the reindeer too!

Rose