Authors Note: Another short chapter I'm afraid, but the next few are much longer so I'm sure you'll forgive me. As usual I don't own the TARDIS or any of her occupants, they all belong to the BBC, but it's always fun to take it out for a little spin :) hope you enjoy and eat as many mince pies as the Doctor. C x
Operation Christmas Stocking
"Right then, I think that should do it." the Doctor bounced up, and flicked a switch. "With a bit of luck, the TARDIS will know where we've already been, and what presents we need to put out."
"Hey Doc, two questions, first do you want me to pop on an elf suit? I'm fairly certain there'll be one in the wardrobe."
"No Jack, I don't think you need to do that." He said, smiling at the thought of Jack in green tights.
"Alright, second question. Are you planning on going down the chimneys? Or just landing in the children's bedrooms? Because a TARDIS dematerialising in a bedroom could be a bit scary. On the other hand, I can't quite imagine you going down a chimney." He chuckled to himself.
"Oh." The Doctor looked slightly crestfallen, "I hadn't thought of that. I don't relish the idea of going down a chimney, but I suppose we should try to keep this as traditional as possible." He looked at the TARDIS console and tweaked something. "There we go, stabilizers sorted, should be able to land safely on a roof without slipping off it. Here we go then." He pushed the handle down and Jack listened to the sound of the TARDIS as she came to life, and started on her way to the first stop, as told to her by the sleigh plugged into the console. They landed with a slight thud, and Jack opened the door to check where they were.
"Moons out, looks pretty good out there." He stopped, "Oooh," his attention was distracted by the TARDIS printed something… "It's telling you where we are, and what you need to get out of the sleigh." He handed the slip to the Doctor. "Looks like Operation Christmas Stocking is a go."