London was cold today; snow fell mercilessly, wind ghosted through the city, and next to no one was outside in the winter sun. Despite the weather conditions, cheerful lights and decorations lit up the streets. Even grouchy old Mr Baker had a cute Father Christmas on his belcony.
Inside one flat a very unusual family were gathered. From the kitchen a very loud, very rude, word bellowed out in the form of Jack's voice, followed by Jackie's vocals : "Bloody hell!"
"Please don't kill the turkey, I love turkey!" Mickey pleaded from the bathroom.
Rose sat on the couch, feet tucked under her bum. A romance noval was held in her hands, a certon part highlighted and re-read numerous times. Everyone thought it was one of 'those' parts, but Rose would burst out laughing each time she re-read it.
The Doctor was standing at the kitchen's freshhold, watching his grandmother and step-father, Jack, battle with Christmas dinner. He could just step in and save them all from the Burnt Feast, but this was entertaining.
"Need help?" Rose wondered, glancing up.
"NO!" Jackie rumbled. The Doctor snickered, earning himself glares from both occupents of the kitchen. He just gave them a little wave and a big grin.
Mickey peeked out of the bathroom, dark eyes guilty. "Er...Rose?"
"What?"
"Um...I can't unplug the toilet." He looked down, ashamed.
"Good grief!" Rose pushed herself up, teetered for a moment (she was four months pregnant) then trotted to the bathroom. Mickey's face went into horror-stuck.
"Rose! You can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Doctor!" Mickey whined, shifting his gaze to the Doctor.
"What, Rickey?" The Time Lord glanced back, irritated. Jack's manic laughter was overlapped by Jackie yelling,
"You can't do that to the potatoes!" Everyone ignored them, hoping they didn't bring the building down with them.
"She's gonna unplug the toilet in her condition!" Mickey's wailings caused the Dcotor to give Rose a stern look.
Putting her hands on her hips, Rose looked very much like a younger Jackie. She spat, "I'm pregnant, not de-formed!"
Her son sighed, leaving his comedy show behind him. Jackie was just in the process of rudely explaining to Jack that dressing the turkey did not involve clothes.
Rose tilted her head up, giving a stubborn look to the men. She caved when the Doctor said gently, "Rose, love, you know your suppose to be resting. After that inccident on -"
"I know!" Rose pouted. "Fine, I'll go watch the telly." She huffed, making a bee-line for the couch.
Mickey left the Doctor alone in the bathroom, opting for watching the kitchen and giving helpful hints just as, "You know, I don't think hot chocolate is poured over the turkey, Jack."
'So this is what Christmas is about in 2006.' The Doctor mused, trying to unplug the toilet and wishing he was back on the Tardis. 'I love them, but... I wish I was out, stickin' up for the weak.'
Squish-squash-gurgle-flush!
'And I hate unpluging the toilet, getting everyone's mess on me.' He turned slightly green, realizing who had last used the place. 'Ah, Rickey's poop. Fantastic.' He muttered bitterly to himself. Then he brightened, skipping out of the washroom, singing, "Tis done!"
Rose was nestled in Jack's embrace, Mickey was shaking a present, and Jackie was just finishing sitting down in huff.
"I think we are ordering out." Jackie glared at Jack then the Doctor. "You know what that no-good son-in-law did?"
"Nope." Sensing his grandmother was going to go into a temper tantrum, the Doctor rushed on in a cheerful voice, "The Tardis is more then equipped for making dinner."
"He's a good cheif, too." Rose said, grinning.
"Course. I've only had 'bout eight hundred years of expeirance!"
Jackie sighed. "Alright, alright. I guess we don't need Christmas in the flat..."
"Sure we can!" The Doctor snapped his fingers, eyes shining. "Just give me a second!"
Before anyone could stop him, he bounded out the door.
"What's he doin'?" Mickey wondered, placing the present back in his pile.
"Dun-oh!" Rose motioned for Mickey to sit on the couch. "Hurry up! I think he'd going to bring the Tardis in here!"
Mickey scrambled over to the couch, out of the only spot the Tardis could possibly land - beside the Christmas tree.
"He's going to what?" Jackie asked, alarmed. "He's going to fly his ship in here? Is that possible? I mean, in a build-"
Wind kicked up. A few magazines fluttered their pages, and then a blue police box slowly bled into existance.
"I guess that's a yes, then." Jackie mused.
The Doctor poked his head out the door, saying, "Anyone care to help me bring dinner to the table?" He quickly clarified himself as Rose tried to sit up, "I mean, if you arn't pregnant."
Rose grumbled but settled back.
When Christmas dinner was finially set up, and everyone were in their respective places, the Doctor watched them all quietly. They didn't seem to notice he wasn't filling up his plate. This was okay with him; watching them talk, joke and eat, made him realize something.
Saving the universe was pointless if you had no one to share it with - and he actually did like domestic, he just didn't like domestic if it wasn't his family.
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Okay everyone, I keep forgetting to give credit where credit is due - thank you to AnAncientSpirit for all her help! Without you, I don't think anyone would be able to understand my ramblings - I'm not the best speller.