Author's Note: I have a feeling that you'll find this a little contrived, but I hope you like it none the less. As usual I don't own Doctor Who, the Doctor or Captain Jack I'm just borrowing them for Christmas from the BBC, and I don't own or confess to know Bing Crosby or Frank Sinatra, they are their own persons and belong to History and a little to the tradition of Christmas in the 21st Century. Enjoy C x

Present Shopping

The TARDIS landed with a slight thud, and the Doctor flung open the door, to a hot summers afternoon in Los Angeles 1954.

"Welcome to the set of White Christmas. We need to find Bing Crosby." He set off towards the biggest building he could see and slipped inside, Jack following fast behind him. They found themselves once again in the midst of a Christmas wonderland, and edged around the set to find the corridor to the dressing rooms. The Doctor walked slowly down the magnolia painted corridor, passing by the doors with their gold stars until he found the one he wanted.

"Here we go." He said, grinning as he pointed at the star on it." 'Bing Crosby.' Jack's smile widened.

"What better present than some life entertainment for Christmas dinner." He muttered. "This is close to kidnapping, you know." The Doctor shrugged.

"Bing and I go way back, he'll do it as a favour. And the same with Frank." He knocked. No one answered and he opened the door. "No ones home, must be lunch time. Might as well get comfy. Ooh pear drops!" he exclaimed as he flopped into a chair. Jack followed suit, taking the seat by the dressing table.

It was around 10 minutes later when Bing returned with, as luck would have it, Frank Sinatra. The Doctor stood up as the door opened and he smiled warmly at the two men.

"Frank, Bing, nice to see you again." He held his hand out to them but they hung back slightly looking wary.

"I thought he was dead." Frank leaned over to Bing.

"Me too. Now what can he be doing here now? And with a new face." they walked up to him slowly, and then laughed as they shook his hand. "It's been too long Doctor, we really did think that you were dead." Bing added as he shook the Doctor's hand.

"For me? Oh, around about two and a half years, for you, I've no idea."

"As cryptic as ever, monsieur le Docteur." Bing replied.

"Well, you know how it is." The Doctor shrugged. "This is my good friend Captain Jack Harkness. We've come really because he forgot to get his partner a Christmas present. Ianto loves all your music so we were hoping that you would help us out." He paused, looking from one to the other.

"Bing, I think he's going to ask us to come do a concert for him."

"Yes, but where is he going to take us?" Bing replied.

"They're a regular couple of wise guys." Jack said in wonder.

"Where did you think I learned to cope with you?" The Doctor grinned at him. "Cardiff, 2008."

"We're still popular in the future? That's good to know." Frank grinned. "Come on, we'd better get going before we're missed."