Title: 31 days of ficmas - "Sledging".

Number of parts: 1/1.

Pairing: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: "Rose started at the sudden voice so close to her. She opened her eyes again to find her daughter, Emily, on the bed with her. She was fully dressed with her coat, gloves and hat on. What did it mean? Where was she going?"

A/N: The characters and universe don't belong to me. All rights go to Russell T. Davies, Phil Collinson, Susie Liggat, Steven Moffat and to the BBC. Everything else belongs to my imagination.

A/N2: All the shots of this collection have been written for the 2017 ficmas challenge organised by doctorroseprompts on Tumblr.


"Rose, wake up! It's been snowing!"

That's how her beloved Doctor woke her up that morning. The house was full of agitation and happiness and she could barely open her eyes. She was in the middle of a deep sleep cycle and being woken up so suddenly had surprised her. Her heart was beating fast. She sighed and closed her eyes again. Downstairs, the Doctor and their two children were up to something according to the quick steps she was hearing. Even their small puppy was being excited about the current situation.

"Mummy! Mummy, wake up!"

Rose started at the sudden voice so close to her. She opened her eyes again to find her daughter, Emily, on the bed with her. She was fully dressed with her coat, gloves and hat on. What did it mean? Where was she going?

"Whatcha doin' here?" she mumbled sleepily.

"There's snow everywhere, mummy!"

"And daddy is taking you out?"

"We're going sledging!"

Her smile was wild. She was happy about her daddy's decision. Rose sighed again. The Doctor was such a kid sometimes. She couldn't trust him on that one. He would monopolise the sledge and the kids wouldn't have any fun because they would try to get it back.

"I'm coming."

She managed to drag herself out of bed, and quickly got ready. She went downstairs with her daughter. Like she had expected, the Doctor was already outside with their youngest child, Charlie, and their puppy, Newton, and he was on the sledge. He was having troubles fitting on it because it was too small, and, inevitably, rolled down in the thin layer of snow. It hadn't snowed that much, and it probably would have disappeared in a few hours.

"Get off that sledge, Doctor. It's not yours."

"But Rose!" he complained.

"No complaints allowed. It's for the kids."

He tried to argue, but Rose refused to give in to his caprice and forced him to let go of the sledge so the kids could get on it. In the end, they all had fun. The kids were on the sledge and he was pulling it with a rope. Newton was following them and barking happily in response to their laughs of happiness.