Author's Notes: Well, I'm about two years behind canon. Yeah!!! High fives!!!!! Well, this is my last update for 2009. I'm feeling strangely sentimental about it. Although, I am celebrating these last few hours by watching RHPS (There's a fire in my heart and you fan it, Janet!).
So, David Tennant in St Trinian's, eh? I haven't seen it yet (damn Australia!!!!) but I can't wait!
This is obviously only the first, like 10 minutes, and I would've gotten the whole thing done, but I keep getting distracted by Tommy Vercetti.
Disclaimer: No, I'm gonna be rebellious.
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Together, Magdalena and the Doctor closed the TARDIS, repairing the hole and pushing out the ocean liner. The Doctor made the TARDIS materialise in the Titanic while Magdalena darted off the get changed into something more suitable. She came back in a red dress not suitable at all for the early 20th century.
"You do know how inappropriate that is, right?"
"Dude," She began. "Credit me with some intelligence, please. There's this thing called 'defiance'. I engage in it often." She said it lightly, with minimum sarcasm to try and ease some of the angry tension that appeared between them so easily.
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They stepped out of the TARDIS and found themselves in some sort of supply closet. They walked out to find themselves in a wood-panelled room decorated with Christmas ornaments and tinsel. People dressed in early 20th century dress were milling as the waiters passed through the room, serving hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The Doctor, with Magdalena by his side, approached two large, golden angels. They moved mechanically, indicating the fact they were robots. The Doctor moved to the window, while Magdalena hopped off to the bar (hey, it's an interspecies cruise, the bar tender won't know how old she is).
"Right." The Doctor said in a drawn-out manner as understanding dawned upon him. Over the PA, a man announced that the Titanic was in orbit above Sol 3, also called Earth.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas." The man continued over the PA.
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The Doctor was watching Max Capricorn on the screen while his younger companion sipped a banana daiquiri at the bar. He fiddled with his tie, having gotten changed during the opening credits, I mean, the band's performance. He walked towards reception, passing a steward on his way. Another passenger, Rickston Slade, was talking into his phone.
"It's not a holiday for me, not while I've still got my vone. Now do as I say and sell." Rickston commanded. The Doctor approached one of the robotic angels and found out they were on a cruise ship from Sto, with the aim to experience primitive cultures – 21st century Earth, apparently, one of them. The Doctor was about to pull out his screwdriver (my goodness, that sounds a bit dirty) to fix to malfunctioning Host, when the Chief Steward raced over to take the Host away and apologise.
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"For Tov's sake, look where you're going! This jacket's a genuine Earth antique!" Rickston yelled at the waitress, Astrid Peth, after she dropped her tray of drinks because she's bumped into him. She apologised and got down to pick up the broken glass.
"You'll be sorry when it comes off your wages, sweetheart." Rickston said. "Staffed by idiots. No wonder Max Capricorn is going down the drain." He stormed off like a petulant idiot he was.
"Careful. There we go." The Doctor said as he helped Astrid.
"Thank you, sir. I can manage." Astrid told him.
"I never said you couldn't. I'm the Doctor, by the way." He introduced himself.
"Astrid, sir. Astrid Peth."
"Nice to meet you, Astrid Peth." He smiled. "Merry Christmas."
Surprised that a guest would condescend to talk to her and wish her Merry Christmas, Astrid took a second to reply.
"Merry Christmas, sir."
"Just 'Doctor', not 'sir'." He told her.
"You enjoying the cruise?" She asked politely.
"Um...Yeah, I suppose. I don't know. It doesn't quite work, a cruise on your own."
"You're not with anyone?" She asked.
"No, no. my, uh… friend… she's wandering around here somewhere. Oh," He said, spotting Magdalena by one of the windows, the moonlight making her hair shine blonde. "There she is. What about you? Long way from home, Planet Sto."
"Doesn't feel that different. I spent three years working at the spaceport diner, travelled all the way here...and I'm still waiting on tables." She began walking away, only to be followed by the Doctor.
"No shore leave?"
Astrid began clearing tables by the window.
"We're not allowed. They can't afford the insurance. I just wanted to try it, just once. I used to watch the ships heading off to the stars and I always dreamt of...It sounds daft."
"You dreamt of another sky. New sun, new air, new life. A whole universe teeming with life. Why stand still when there're all that life out there?" The Doctor asked her rhetorically.
"So...you travel a lot?"
"Hells yeah." Magdalena interrupted. The Doctor and Astrid had wandered over to right near where she was leaning casually against the wall, banana daiquiri in hand.
"What is that?" He asked. She shrugged, holding it up for him to drink from. He took a sip and smiled faintly. Magdalena shot Astrid a look and tilted her head to the side. She pulled the Doctor down by his tie and whispered something into his ear.
"You're a bit of a manwhore, Doctor. Even when you were with Rose, you couldn't keep it in your pants." She whispered so Astrid couldn't hear her. With a particularly lustful look in her eyes, she kissed the Doctor's cheek to warn off Astrid. Because, really, if Rose couldn't be there to make him feel guilty, it was the least she could do. The Doctor, of course, missed all this from his view.
"That's a bit harsh." He whispered back to her.
She released him and smiled sweetly. "It's true." She turned to face Astrid. "Hi." She stuck her hand out. "I'm Magdalena."
"I'm Astrid. How about I get you two some drinks? On the house." Astrid hadn't been deterred by the younger girl's hijinks. After all, if they were like that, why wouldn't she kiss him on the lips?
"What was that all about?" He asked her.
"Because Astrid wants to jump you, and I want you to stop being so weak to the whiles of women."
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Author's Notes: And, so, I conclude by saying HAPPY NEW YEAR… IN AN HOUR!!!!!!!!