Hey guys! Welcome to the fifteenth installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'
What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.
Hopefully you like this one ^_^
Enjoy, much love xox
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"And we're trapped…again," Rose groaned. This made the third time in as many months that one of their adventures had landed them trapped by some sort of unfriendly alien species.
Rose would admit that the second time had been her own fault; how was she supposed to know not to look that royal guy in his sixth eye? The first, and now the third, time however was most certainly the Doctor's fault.
"I know, I didn't actually think he'd do it. Guy obviously doesn't appreciate a good sense of humour," the Doctor admitted with a shrug.
"Well, what do you think they're going to do with us?" Rose queried as she sat down on the solid, wooden bench seat. It was the only thing in the prison cell, besides the tree branches that were coming in through the top of the bars. Where the branches were coming from, Rose couldn't say, she couldn't see any of the trunk of the tree, it seemed that these branches had found a way to grow through tight spaces and into the cell.
"A trial maybe," after a thoughtful pause he continued, "hopefully, although I can't say for certain. It could just as easily be torture, slavery, or death without trial," the Doctor speculated casually. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver from his coat pocket and began to examine every side of the cage. Luckily, the aliens hadn't thought to pat them down.
Rose did not feel so calm about the situation. Sure, the Doctor usually got them out of these things unscathed, but there was always a first for everything, and she did not fancy torture or death at all.
"Please tell me that you have a way out…" she requested, chewing on her pastel pink painted fingernails and glancing around the cell, searching for her own ideas.
"Uhh…" the Doctor double checked the readings on the sonic screwdriver and then shoved it into his pocket with a frown, "Not currently, no. The bars are made from wood that is coated in metal, so unfortunately my screwdriver can't help us this time."
Rose rolled her eyes, "Typical, I still can't believe that of all the things that screwdriver could possibly be rendered useless by, it's wood."
The Doctor shrugged, "Well, you can't expect it to be capable of everything, it is just a screwdriver after all."
"I know," Rose sighed heavily and fiddled with her ponytail, "how long do you reckon we'll be in here for?"
"I honestly cannot say," he came and sat next to her on the bench seat, touching their knees together, "I haven't encountered these people before, and not much is known about them or their customs."
Rose nodded, she had to accept that their fate was unable to be known at this point. She glanced down at her pink slip ons and noticed some white berries on the floor around the bench seat, they had obviously fallen from the branches above.
"I hope they bring us some food at least, these berries don't look very edible," she pointed out as she leaned into the Doctor.
He pulled out the sonic screwdriver again to analyse them, "Oh, that's odd…"
"What's odd?" Rose asked perking up a little.
"Rose Tyler, you're a genius!" the Doctor could never just give a straight answer.
She tried again, "What are you talking about?"
"It's mistletoe, which is poisonous to humans…" the Doctor said as if that explained everything.
"Does it normally grow on this planet?"
"No, that's the odd part, but it will help us get out of here," he grinned, confident in his plan.
"You want me to pretend to be sick from the berries?" she guessed, finally seeing where the Doctor's train of thought was heading.
"Yes! Exactly!" the Doctor exclaimed excitedly as he sprang up from the seat.
Rose had doubts about the plan, but she couldn't think of any better options, so they would give it a try, "Okay, but, you have to kiss me first. That's the rules when you're under mistletoe."
The Doctor gave her a genuine smile and leaned in, "Of course, how could I forget the most important thing…"
The kiss was soft, just lips against lips, but it held warmth and fondness. There was a tenderness to it that melted Rose and emptied her mind.
When the Doctor pulled back their eyes met, reflecting their feelings for the other, and they both smiled.
The moment was broken and Rose had to quickly feign ill when the Doctor suddenly yelled, "Guards! Help! Guards!"
